After saying goodbye to his teammates in Wilford, Eastwood held a press conference, where he would officially announce his retirement to the media and the outside world. None of the media knew about the news before, although some of them might have guessed it.
The press conference was held at the City Ground stadium. Some of the media had already gotten wind of it before the press conference — Eastwood would not announce good news at the press conference. Some of the Forest fans who were concerned about Eastwood gathered outside the stadium, anxiously waiting for the latest news to come out of the press conference.
When Eastwood, accompanied by Twain, appeared in front of the reporters in a suit and leather shoes, the noisy press conference suddenly quieted down.
Sitting in his seat, with countless microphones and recording pens in front of him, Eastwood was not in a hurry to speak. It took some courage to make this decision public for the first time.
Twain sat next to him and gently patted him on the back.
The venue was silent. After a while, Eastwood exhaled and said in his unique tone, "I've made a decision. When I had the surgery in the United States, my doctor told me that even if my knee recovered, I might not be able to continue to withstand the pressure brought by professional football. I've thought about it for a long time, and I've decided to retire. "
Although some people had roughly guessed the reason for Eastwood's sudden press conference, it was still shocking to hear him say it with their own ears. The scene was in an uproar.
Having said that, Eastwood ignored the intense reaction of the reporters. He got up and walked out again, accompanied by Tang En. Some of the reporters who reacted first squeezed to the front row to ask him some questions, but were stopped by him with a wave of his hand. "I have nothing to say. Thank you, everyone."
With that, he bowed his head and went out.
Someone had targeted Tang En.
"Mr. Twain! Mr. Twain … "
"I'm sorry, I have nothing to say. That's it. We'll arrange a farewell ceremony for Freddy at a home league game in more than half a month. That's it. Thank you for coming … "
Twain waved his hand and declined the reporters' further questions.
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"The Romani striker announces his retirement!"
"Three serious injuries to his right knee, and his career is over!"
"Tony Twain has lost a great player, and Eastwood bids farewell in tears!"
"Taking into account the three serious injuries Eastwood suffered in his career, his retirement was destined to happen ten years ago!"
"The culprit behind the Romani's retirement is someone else, not the former Nottingham Forest captain!"
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All kinds of shocking and visually impactful news headlines appeared in the media.
For a moment, everyone knew that Eastwood was going to retire. Countless reporters flocked to Wilford, hoping to find out more information. Although Eastwood had never really been among the top strikers in Europe, he had scored two winning goals in the two UEFA Champions League tournaments, which had spread his name throughout Europe and the world. When the media looked back on his career, they believed that without Eastwood, Tony Twain would never have been able to win those two championship trophies.
The Nottingham Forest fans had long regarded him as the best striker in the world. There was no need to say more about their love for him. Now that they heard that Eastwood was going to retire, they could not accept it for a while. Every day outside the Wilford training base, there would always be a large number of fans holding Eastwood's head, posters and slogans to persuade Eastwood to stay. Unfortunately, the hero in their hearts was not at the training ground, but resting at home.
The atmosphere at the training ground was not the same as before. Seeing so many slogans asking Eastwood to stay, everyone felt bad. But the boss was right. Since they were brothers, they had to respect their brother's decision. Eastwood chose his own path, and no one else had the right to interfere.
Some fans flocked to the message board on Nottingham Forest's official website and posted emotional messages, hoping to persuade Eastwood to change his mind.
But it was useless.
Some reporters wanted to interview Eastwood directly, only to find that he had turned off his phone.
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As a professional footballer, it took more than courage to make the decision to retire at the age of 30. Even if he had made the decision, it was not a good feeling for him. Eastwood was in low spirits during the 20 days he was recuperating at home.
His wife, Therim, saw it all. Sometimes, she would play with a poker card and joke with her husband, "Fate says you can still go back to playing football."
Eastwood glared at her, "If I believe that, I'm not a Romani. Don't mention it, Therim. I won't change my mind … "
"You've been playing football for so many years. Don't you feel uncomfortable when you suddenly stop playing?"
"What's there to feel uncomfortable about? Isn't it good that I haven't played football for a while? "
Eastwood really did not play football for the past few days. He could walk freely without his crutches, and he had been taking care of his old horse, Blank, who had accompanied him for ten years, in the stables.
Therim grinned and did not want to talk about it anymore. "You still have to go to the stadium tomorrow. Aren't you going to sleep early?"
Eastwood shook his head, "I'm not a player who's going to play in a match."
Therim kissed her husband's forehead, "Then I'll go up and see if the kids are asleep."
"Okay," Eastwood replied absent-mindedly.
When he was alone in the living room, Eastwood buried his face in his hands. Therim was right about one thing. He was not used to suddenly not playing football.
When he first called the boss, he had just been injured. At that time, he thought he was really tired of this kind of life. Looking at his knees, he even thought that he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. At that time, he resolutely said goodbye to the past ten years. He believed that he had made the right choice.
Now, he still thought that retiring was the right choice, but he was not as resolute as he was half a month ago. Sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he would hear the thunderous cheers of the City Ground. Everyone was chanting his name. When he fell asleep, he would dream that he was back on the pitch with a pair of healthy knees. He would run on the pitch and score goals, enjoying the cheers of the fans.
When he woke up from his dream, he realized that he really could not live without football.
His knees could not continue playing football, but he was still very happy that the boss had given him a job as a coach. At least he did not have to be so far away from football and have nothing to do with it anymore. He could still fight side by side with his brothers, but with a different identity.
To me, football is no longer just a hobby or a job.
Football is my life.
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When the morning sun was still peeking out from behind the clouds, Eastwood had already gotten out of bed. The rustling of his clothes woke his wife up.
Sammim looked at his busy husband with sleepy eyes. "Didn't you say that you don't play? Why are you up so early? "
"I'm warming up on horseback," Eastwood replied as if he was playing in a home game.
When Sammim heard this, he sat up on the bed. "You don't play …"
"Go to sleep, Sammim."
His wife reached out and grabbed a few handfuls of her messy hair. She shook her head and muttered, "I'll make you breakfast."
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A faint light shone through the window. Smoke and dust danced in the beam of light. The dark stable seemed very quiet. The silence was soon broken by the squeaking sound of the door being pushed open.
Eastwood stood at the door. He took a deep breath and sniffed the familiar smell.
The creature in the stable sensed that someone was coming. It snorted as a greeting.
"Blanc." Without turning on the light, Eastwood waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before he walked in.
Another snort was heard.
Eastwood stopped in front of a black horse. He reached out his hand and gently stroked the horse's neck. His movement was gentle as if he was caressing his lover.
The black horse, Blanc, leaned its head against its owner and rubbed against him intimately.
Eastwood did not answer his wife's question. He only told Sammim to go back to sleep. Because he couldn't explain to his wife what kind of emotions he had. He would only ride on Blanc for a few laps in the early morning when there was a home game. Other than that, he wouldn't do that. So why did he do it today?
He was not confused. He knew that he was only going to the field to bid farewell before the game. He would not play on the field. But his body wanted to ride Blanc around at this moment. Was it because of his body's inertia?
Eastwood untied the ropes that tied the horse. He put the bridle and reins on Blanc and slowly led it out of the stable.
It was obviously brighter outside than inside. The man and the horse looked at each other. Eastwood looked at Blanc and smiled. "Hey, old buddy. I retired today. You retired too. Shall we go for another run? "
When he was still in Grays Athletic, he would ride Blanc when he was nine years old on the road to warm up. He lived in a modern caravan. His house was located in the green belt of the neighborhood. People looked at him strangely, but he never cared. He was proud of being a Gypsy. Now that he was rich and had a child, he did not have to live in a caravan anymore. But he still kept the strange habit of warming up on a horse in the morning before every home game.
Reporters used to interview him about how he could always score the winning goal at the most crucial moment and help his team win. He always attributed it to his lucky pony, Blanc.
Now, the "lucky pony" had become the "lucky old pony", and he was already 30 years old.
Eastwood patted Blanc's back and stepped on the stirrup to get on.
"Let's go, old friend!"
He patted the black horse's rump. Blanc trotted off with his owner on his back.
The cold morning breeze blew on Eastwood's face and ruffled Blanc's mane. Eastwood felt a sense of comfort that he had not felt for a long time. He wanted to whistle loudly from the horse's back.
"Whoa, Blanc! You're really good at running! Actually, you can still run. You're not old yet, right? "
Blanc ran lap after lap in the racecourse. In the end, Eastwood simply let go of the reins. He spread his arms, leaned back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing past him. In a trance, Blanc became his legs. He ran on the field to his heart's content. He did not know fatigue. No matter how fierce the collisions were, they could not stop him from moving forward. He ran and ran like this, leaving all the pain and sorrow behind him. He ran and ran, leaving the cheers behind him. He ran and ran, leaving the cheers behind him …
"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?"
In the cold wind, a few drops of water fell from Eastwood's face.
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His youngest daughter, Chardonnay, heard a clanking sound coming from the kitchen when she got up to go to the toilet. Curious, she went downstairs and found it was her mother.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily at the door and asked, "Mom? Where's Daddy? "
Salimu turned around and saw his youngest daughter. He smiled and said, "Daddy went riding."
"Daddy has a match today …" His six-year-old daughter did not know much about her father. She only knew one thing: if her father was riding early in the morning, he would definitely have a match in the afternoon or at night. She had to wait in front of the television to watch her father.
"Yeah, it's the last match." Salimu walked over and kissed his daughter's tender cheek. "Go back to bed. You haven't put on your shoes. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Mommy, did you see my new sneakers?" His eldest son, Rahim's voice came from upstairs, followed by hurried footsteps.
"Why are you up so early today?" Salimu looked at the two children in front of him and asked. "I didn't see your new sneakers. You always throw your things everywhere. You can't find them when you need them, right?"
"I'm going to play football with my friends in the morning." Rahim, who was already eleven years old, reached out to grab the bread on the table, but Salimu quickly slapped his hand away.
"Go brush your teeth and wash your face!"
"Where's Daddy?" Rahim did not move right away. He looked around. "Did he go to the stables to chat with Blanc so early?"
"No, he went riding."
Rahim whistled and went upstairs to wash up.
"Rahim, bring your sister's shoes down!" Salimu shouted from downstairs.
"Got it!"
Salimu carried his obedient daughter and placed her on a chair so that her bare feet would not touch the cold floor.
Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain.
The door of the dining room opened. Sardonia jumped off the chair excitedly and ran to the door barefooted.
"Daddy —"
"Sardonia! Good morning, my little beauty! "
"Good morning, daddy!" Sardonia kissed her father's cheek.
"Go wash your face and brush your teeth, Sardonia. Rahim! How much longer are you going to wait? Bring your sister's shoes down! "In this family, Salimu seemed more like the head of the family. Eastwood, on the other hand, did not care about anything other than eating.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" His eldest son ran down the stairs like a gust of wind. He threw the shoes in front of his sister and ran upstairs. "Good morning, Daddy!" When he returned upstairs, Sardonia greeted him.
When the family of four was eating together, the father announced, "Come with me to the City Ground in the afternoon, Rahim, Sardonia."
Sardonia did not mind. She was still young and was happy to be with her father. She did not have much time to socialize. Rahim was a little surprised. "I've made plans with Heather and Andy …"
"Rahim," his mother said sternly, "your father wants to be with you at that time."
Raheem Eastwood looked at his stern mother, then at his smiling father, and nodded. "Okay, Dad."
His sister was still young and might not know what retirement meant, but Rahim, who was eleven years old, could definitely understand. This was indeed more important than going out with his friends.
Eastwood reached out and scratched his son's head. "Thank you, Rahim. To make it up to you, I'll spend more time playing football with you in the future. "
"You have to keep your word, Daddy." Rahim felt that his father seemed to prefer to spend time with Blanc. That horse had long been an official member of the family. His father and Blanc were together before he was born. The relationship between them was as strong as a rock. Sometimes when he thought of this, he would feel wronged. Which one was Daddy's real son?
Eastwood smiled and gently pinched his son's pouting cheek. "I'll be a puppy if I lie to you."
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The City Ground stadium was bustling earlier than usual in the afternoon. The Nottingham Forest fans had long known from various media that today's game was different. Their favorite striker, Freddy Eastwood, was going to say goodbye to everyone before the league game against Arsenal. He was going to say goodbye to Nottingham Forest and his career.
Although Eastwood was not a player developed by Nottingham Forest, he had played here for ten years and could be said to have dedicated his entire career to Nottingham Forest. Everyone had long forgotten that he used to be a member of the West Ham youth team.
The first half an hour of today's game belonged to Eastwood. No Forest fan wanted to miss this moment. They entered the stadium more than half an hour earlier than usual, waiting to say goodbye to the forward who brought them two Champions League trophies.
When the players from both Nottingham Forest and Arsenal warmed up on the field, Eastwood, who was wearing a casual jacket, was exchanging pleasantries with his family with the club chairman.
"It's a pity to retire so early, Freddy." Evan Doughty patted his former player on the shoulder and shook his head. "I still remember the way you looked on your first day at Wilford. You were driving a caravan with a horse and arguing with your wife at the door … You really scared me. Haha! "
Evan was laughing. Eastwood was laughing too. But when he remembered that time, his smile was a little bitter. He was only twenty years old at that time …
"Tony offered you a coaching contract and I'm glad you accepted it. To be honest, I've always felt that the club owes you a lot. "
Eastwood shook his head. "Please don't say that, Mr. Chairman. It's my honor to be able to play for Nottingham Forest. When I was playing for Grays Athletic, I never thought I would be able to lift the Champions League and Premier League trophies, not to mention twice. "
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Because they had to officially say goodbye to Eastwood before today's game, everyone was not in a good mood. Even though Eastwood had agreed to be the team's coach, everyone still had more feelings for Eastwood as a player.
Even the boss, who usually liked to say something before the game, was acting abnormally today. He sat at the door without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The atmosphere in the changing room was a little awkward.
George Wood was probably the most silent of all. He tidied up the captain's armband on his arm over and over again. He put it on and took it off, put it on and took it off again …
He appeared to be preoccupied.
Tang En looked down at his watch and finally ended the uncomfortable silence.
"Alright, guys. It's about time. Let's go out. We still have to say goodbye to Freddy. "
Wood was the last player to walk out of the changing room. Logically speaking, as the captain, he should be walking at the front.
After the players of the two teams came out of the tunnel, they did not line up on the field to take pictures, exchange team flags, guess the coin, or shake hands … They lined up outside the tunnel, waiting for a person to appear.
As an opposing team that had nothing to do with Eastwood, Arsenal was very cooperative this time, expressing their full respect to a legendary striker who was about to leave. Tang En was very grateful that Professor Wenger was willing to do so. At the same time, he was perhaps glad that the team they were going up against was not his arch-rival team …
Eastwood stood in the tunnel, surrounded by some staff who were in charge of maintaining order. Now, he was holding his 11-year-old son, Raheem, in his left hand, and his 6-year-old daughter, Shadoni, in his right. He was a little nervous as he waited for the signal to appear.
A unified voice rang out in the stands outside. All the fans were chanting his name. It was very clear and uniform.
"Daddy? They're shouting your name, "Shadoni, who was in his arms, said to her father after listening for a while.
"Yes, Shadoni. They're shouting Daddy's name. Do you like this outfit? "He nudged Shadoni's forehead with his nose. He was referring to the red Forest jersey that his daughter was wearing, with his name "Eastwood" and the number "11" printed on the back.
"I like it!"
"Why?"
"Because Daddy's name is on it!" Shadoni said excitedly.
In contrast to Shadoni's excitement, Raheem, who was holding his father's hand, was silent and silent. Unlike his sister, he would not find this a very interesting matter. Although his father would have more time to spend with him after his retirement, deep down, he still liked the father who ran on the field and cheered when he scored goals. When his friends mentioned his father, they would always say to him enviously, "Raheem, you have a hero for a father!" "If only my father was like your father …" "Raheem, your father scored again in the game yesterday! That goal was so cool! It was a lob shot! "" Raheem, please help me get an autograph from your father … "
He pursed his lips, feeling more and more upset the more he thought about it. Tears lingered in his eyes, as though they would fall at any moment.
My father is a hero! I'm the son of a hero, I can't cry!
He thought fiercely.
Feeling his son's grip on his hand tighten, Eastwood turned his head to look to the left. He looked at his son, who had his head down and was silent, and smiled.
After a piece of music, the announcer's voice rang out in the live broadcast, "This is not a happy news. Our gypsy star, Freddy Eastwood, has decided to say goodbye to everyone on this day …"
The staff at the tunnel entrance gestured to Eastwood, indicating for him to come out.
"Let's go, Raheem."
Just like that, Eastwood held his son's hand and walked out with his daughter in his arms.
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When Nottingham Forest's number 11 walked out of the tunnel with two children wearing his jerseys, there was a tsunami of shouts in the stadium.
"Freddy! You're our hero! "
"Well done, Gypsy!"
"Goodbye, Freddy! Goodbye! "
"Change your mind, Freddy! I beg you! "
"Don't go, Freddy … Look at this situation, can you bear to leave?"
"Freddy, we need you! Tony needs you! You can't do this! "
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With a smile on his face, Eastwood let go of his son's hand and waved goodbye to everyone. However, there were already two streaks of tears on his face.
The players from both Arsenal and Nottingham Forest stood next to him and applauded him. Some even gave him a thumbs up.
Shadoni looked at the scene in front of her curiously. She might not understand these people's feelings, but she knew that her father was very popular. Raheem's expression was even uglier. He looked like he was about to cry in front of everyone.
Raheem stood in the box and applauded his husband like everyone else in the stadium.
He walked all the way to the center of the stadium, bent down to put his daughter down, and took the wireless microphone from the staff's hand.
The noise in the stadium gradually died down. They knew that Eastwood had something to say, and they did not want to miss out on every word he said.
"Thank … Thank you, everyone." Eastwood suppressed his emotions and tried to make his trembling voice return to normal. He lowered the speed of his speech so that everyone could hear him clearly. "When I was still an amateur, I never thought that I would one day have such a farewell. I'm very happy that all of you came to see me … "
There was a moment of silence. Eastwood was trying his best not to cry on the spot. No matter how hard he tried to force a smile, he did not have the slightest desire to do so.
"I want to thank Nottingham Forest Football Club, my teammates, and most importantly, Tony Twain. If it wasn't for him, I definitely wouldn't have the chance to stand here and say thank you to all of you."
The television broadcast gave Twain a close-up. He stood in front of the technical area with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face.
"My career has only lasted for ten years … but I don't think it's been short. In these ten years, I've received all the honors that I've thought or not. I'm very satisfied, and I'm very fortunate. I've been happy every day in these ten years playing for Nottingham Forest, because I've been doing what I love, and I've been in an environment that I love. "
"But now, I have to say goodbye to all of you. I have to say goodbye to my teammates." Tears flowed uncontrollably from Eastwood's eyes. "Ten years ago, the boss once told me that I would become a legendary striker for Nottingham Forest … I'm very sorry, boss. I've let you down. I'm sorry …"
Eastwood stuffed the microphone into the hands of the staff member and bent down to hug his daughter, Shadoni.
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"Damn it …" Kerslake heard Twain curse softly beside him. "You're already a f * cking legend, Freddy."
The Englishman, who always played the role of a strict assistant in front of the players with a gruff voice, suddenly could not hold back his tears.
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"Daddy? You're crying … "Shadoni looked at her father strangely. That familiar face was drenched in tears.
"Daddy's not crying. Daddy's … happy." Eastwood squeezed out a smile. "I'll have more time to spend with Shadoni in the future. Are you happy?"
Shadoni looked at her father for a while, then broke into a grin and said, "Happy!"
"Let's go back."
He picked Shadoni up again and held Raheem's hand.
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"When Freddy Eastwood joined Nottingham Forest on January 1, 2004, he was an amateur player who had broken his leg once. He was 20 years old then," Motson, who was in charge of the game, said emotionally. Motson, who was in charge of commentating the game, said emotionally, "Now he's thirty years old, and he took his family to say goodbye to the Forest fans. He said he's not a legendary striker, but in the hearts of the Nottingham Forest fans, no one can be more legendary than him. "
"An amateur player scored the winning goal in two UEFA Champions League finals, helping Nottingham Forest regain the UEFA Champions League after 28 years. His right knee had been seriously injured before he became a Forest player, but he had dragged this injured leg to run on the field for Nottingham Forest for ten years, scoring a total of one hundred and thirty-seven goals. He's not the player who scored the most goals for the team in the history of Nottingham Forest Football Club, but he's definitely the player who scored the most goals in the history of the team! Two goals, two UEFA Champions League titles! His experience is enough to be made into a movie for all the children who love football. He tells those people that even if you've been seriously injured, even if you've been kicked out of the team you used to play for, even if you've been reduced to playing in the amateur league and selling second-hand cars, as long as you haven't given up on the ideals in your heart, you can create a legend! "
"Salute to this decade of legend! Goodbye, Freddy! Goodbye, Nottingham Forest's Mr. Killer! "
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As Eastwood led his child slowly to the tunnel, a chorus of fans rang out in the stands. They were singing a song written specifically for Eastwood. This was the hero's song written by the fans after Eastwood scored a crucial goal to help the team defeat AC Milan and regain the UEFA Champions League title that had been lost for 28 years.
"The game is at the last minute. Do you think it's over? There's not much time left. The referee is looking at his watch. You say to yourself, 'Forget it, we still have a future.' "
"The cheering song gradually died down, and some people began to leave the field early. A pile of drunk glasses were thrown in the stands, and the ground was a mess! "
"The opposing players were laughing at our deathbed struggle, and the opposing fans were celebrating their victory in advance!"
"The Forest team's number 11 stood up, and he said, 'No! The game is not over yet! Don't celebrate too early! '"
"Don't celebrate too early!!!"
"He's like Robin Hood, his arrow piercing the enemy's heart!"
"The enemy screamed in horror, 'Who is he?!'"
"Who — is — he!!"
"His name is Freddy Eastwood! He's the Forest team's Mr. Killer! "
"His name is Freddy! He never gives up! "
"Freddy, Freddy! It's your honor to fall under his arrow! "
"Lalala! Freddy! Lalala! Robin Hood! "
"Lalala! Freddy! Freddy! Lalala! "
Whenever Eastwood scored a crucial goal, the home stands would be filled with this song. Eastwood would run wildly on the field with his arms open, and the number behind him would flutter over the City Ground stadium like a flag. The number "11" on his back was like two sharp arrows. He was indeed Nottingham Forest's "Robin Hood."
But this time, Robin Hood was shot in the knee by the poisonous arrow of fate. He could no longer stand up and continue to fight. He fell under the big oak tree where he had gathered with his comrades, and with some reluctance said goodbye to the brothers who had fought side by side with him, leaving only a legend for future generations to yearn for and look forward to — what kind of heroic years it was when he was around …
The impassioned singing went on and on until their Robin Hood disappeared into the tunnel.
The fans present at the scene had tears in their eyes, and applauded for the "Mr. Killer" in their hearts for the last time, sending off another legend of "Robin Hood."
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PS, this chapter took some effort to write, but it was very smooth. It sounded very contradictory, didn't it? In fact, the actual situation was indeed like this.
I originally did not want to write so long, but once I started writing, I could not stop. I have this problem … I don't have a plan, and I would suddenly have good ideas as I write, so I would delete and change and write again, and then it would exceed the original plan. So, I write it too slowly.
This is not the first time I've written about a player's retirement. But this time it felt wonderful. I was not as sad as when I wrote about An Ke or Zhang Jun's retirement, or not as sad as obviously. The sadness in my heart because of a character's retirement was very faint, and sometimes there was even a little joy. Perhaps it's because I've portrayed a real character. Well, I believed that this Eastwood and his wife, Therim, as well as his eldest son, Raheem, and his youngest daughter, Sardonia, were real.
There were complete pictures in my mind, and they moved and then connected into a movie. In the movie, I saw all of Eastwood's experiences from waking up in the morning to saying goodbye in the afternoon on the day of his official retirement. It was very real, as if this family, which I had never met and did not even know if their characters were as I described, whether the wife was called Therim, whether the eldest son was called Raheem, whether Sardonia was the youngest daughter, whether she was so cute and ignorant, would really live as I wrote.
Therim was busy in the kitchen while urging the two naughty and cute children to pay attention to personal hygiene and good health, and the husband, Eastwood, was at the family's racecourse with the horse, which I did not know if it was called "Blanc" or not, to carry out their respective retirement ceremonies.
I was sure that they must have lived like this in my story.
I like to write things, and I am good at portraying characters. Freddy Eastwood, the kid he first discovered from a YouTube video, could be considered to have been completely portrayed. Every time I successfully portrayed a character, I would feel a sense of accomplishment.
So when I wrote about his retirement, it was as if I was also putting the final touch on my character portrait. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders, and a sense of accomplishment rose from the bottom of my heart.
I was sure that I had finished the last touch.
Thank you, everyone, for your support and your love for my Eastwood. My sense of accomplishment comes from all of you.
PS2, I would like to recommend a song: Akira Yamaoka's I _ Want _ Love (Studio _ Mix). It's a beautiful song from the game 'Silent Hill'. I listened to this song over and over again until I finished writing this chapter, and it gave me a great feeling. Search for this song on Baidu MP3, and you will be able to download it.
PSP, for the sake of such a big chapter, I beg for monthly votes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~! Brothers and sisters!
PSP2000, the above nonsense is also free.
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