Hearing his son say so, the father also sighed softly. Clearly, he was also helpless about this. Twain thought he had found the reason why the child did not like to speak and was reticent.
He shook his head. "I don't agree. I think you look good when you smile … When you open your mouth, you look like the big-mouthed beauty, Julia Roberts." Hearing this comparison, Bell could not help but laugh. It was too funny. How could a boy look like a woman?
"And, look …" Twain slightly raised his mouth, just like Bell. His eyes stared at Bell standing in front of him. Then he nodded and said to the boy, "Isn't it cool? Very focused? "
Seeing Twain nod, Bell also nodded reflexively.
"That's right. All football stars are like that." Twain touched Bell's head. His messy brown hair felt good to the touch. "And, you have to learn from your father." Twain pointed to the pudgy boy.
The father and son had similar facial features, but why did Twain not notice it the first time he saw him? Because all his attention had been drawn away by his chatter. Of course, Twain did not want Bell to learn from his father, who liked to gossip. Instead, he wanted Bell to learn from his father's self-confidence — the courage to speak and show off. That was good enough.
"Your father is great, boy." Twain knew that the man's chatter must have been caused by talking to his reticent son for a long time.
Bell nodded vigorously. "I will, sir. Thank you, sir. I … I'm also very happy to play for Forest. "Although his voice was soft, it was the longest sentence he had said that day.
"Yes, yes, I know. Now go back with your father and celebrate! "
Twain sent the two out. At the gate of the training base, he called out to the pudgy boy again. "Mr. Bell, your son doesn't have an agent yet, right?"
Bell's father nodded. "Yes, he doesn't."
"Well, I hope you can be his agent yourself."
The man understood Twain's meaning. He held Twain's hand. "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Twain."
Twain smiled and shook his head. "I'll be the one to thank you and your son in the future. Goodbye."
After bidding farewell to the adorable father and son, Tang En was about to turn back when he saw Kerslake standing behind him, smiling at him.
Tang En laughed until his hair stood on end. He shrugged. "Do you have anything to say, David?"
"Des told me that the Tony Twain he met in the past six months was an eye-opener for him. I'm going to say the same thing today. Gareth Bale is just an ordinary apprentice player, but your attitude towards him makes me understand why Paul values you the most. "
Hearing such naked praise, Tang En felt a little ashamed in his heart. If he didn't know what Bale would achieve in the future, he wouldn't have the time to pay attention to a kid who could be eliminated from professional football at any time …
He felt a little guilty, but on the surface, Tang En boasted shamelessly. He grinned and said, "David, there will be more that will open your eyes in the future. Hehe! "
Tang En had signed his first player since he took charge of the team. It was also an important investment for his future. Because he firmly believed that he would stay on the Forest Team and become the master of the City Ground, he dared to spend so much effort to find young players to enter the Forest Team's youth training camp.
Originally, Tang En thought that the youth team was just a football team. But when he became the head of the youth training department, he realized that he was ridiculously wrong. The youth team was just a collective name. Under this unified name, there were many teams of different age groups. The Forest Team's youth training system had always been excellent and perfect. There was a team for every age group. It was just that there were relatively few who could receive systematic training at this base. Most of them were in Nottingham's primary and secondary schools, taking cultural classes while receiving professional football training. This was the case for Gareth Bale, who had just turned 13. He was assigned to the under-14 team. In another two years, when he entered the under-16 team, he would be able to train there every day. Of course, if Bale performed well, Tang En would also transfer him up ahead of time. Take Theo Walcott for example. At the age of 12, he represented the Saints' under-14 team. When he was 13, the club gave him the under-17 team jersey. By the time he was 14, he was already representing Southampton's under-19 team!
Speaking of this person, Tang En knew that the future had been changed because of his appearance. In his original world, Walcott was Bale's roommate at Southampton. They should have played for the Saints together and had a good relationship. But now, because of his interference, Bale and Walcott's "fated" meeting had completely disappeared.
Who knew who would become the little tiger Walcott's roommate in the future?
After poaching Bale, Tang En no longer went out to look for the "sorcerer." On one hand, he could not think of anyone else he could sign for free at this time. On the other hand, the other young players with great potential were either taken, strictly monitored by their clubs, or the Forest Team did not have the ability or the attraction to sign them.
For example, Tang En knew that at this moment, the talented midfield commander, Francesc Fabregas, who would become popular in the international football scene in the future, was still in Barcelona's B team, depressed about his unseen future. But in reality, he knew that Wenger had been paying attention to this young man for a long time. If there were no accidents, he would be brought to Highbury by the French professor in January next year.
With Nottingham Forest's current level and reputation, could they snatch the players they had been observing for a long time from big-name clubs like Manchester United and Arsenal?
The answer was no. The Forest Team, which was struggling to get by in England's second division, was completely unattractive to those young talents. Unless they were promoted to the Premier League, then he could confidently snatch the players from the big shots.
Tang En decided to put the focus of his work on training the U18 team and George Wood. After transferring Wood back to the team to train with the team, Tang En felt a little gratified by his performance. Even though he was not good enough, he was almost completely different from the young boy who did not know anything half a year ago. His hard work on his foundation for half a year had finally paid off. Every move he made when he played was decent. This time, Wood not only looked like he was playing, but he was actually playing.
Sometimes, Tang En would also wonder if he could nurture a talented midfielder who would shock the English football scene in the future. Just like Francesc Fabregas, who would shock the whole of England the moment he appeared. It was just that he and Fabregas were good at opposite things. One was good at organizing, while the other was good at destroying.
Thinking of this, Tang En felt that it was a pity. It would be great if the two of them could work together in the future. One would organize the offense, and the other would be a bodyguard by his side. After losing the ball, they would counterattack on the spot. Such a midfield combination … would be invincible!
Hey, wake up, wake up, Tang En. What kind of dream are you having in broad daylight?
Wiping away the saliva from the corner of his mouth, the pitiful Tang En still had to face reality. As a youth team manager without money or fame, he had to start by digging out the team's own potential.
England's U18 Youth League was about to start on August 16th. There was not much time left for him.
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