When Tang En once again returned to his home at the top of Mapperley Hill in the northeast of Nottingham City, it had already been more than a month since his last return. The house was covered in dust, and the courtyard was almost covered in fallen leaves. He had no choice but to hire a cleaning company to do a thorough cleaning.
Actually, he did not need to come back, if not for Shania flying over from Paris for a three-day stay.
He realized that once he became the manager of the national team, it became very difficult for him to live a regular life. The hotel became his home. Following the progress of the league and cup competitions, his footsteps were all over England. Sometimes, he even had to go abroad to inspect the players.
If Shania was not busy with her own career, but at home waiting for her husband to return, then every night, she would definitely turn on all the lights in the huge house before she could sleep. Now that he thought about it, perhaps Shania and him living apart was not too bad of a thing. What was worse was naturally not being able to return home.
Looking at the almost completely different and brand-new house, Tang En clapped his hands in satisfaction and looked down at his watch. It was about time. He jumped into the car at the entrance. Now, he had to go to the airport to pick up Shania.
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At London Heathrow Airport, Tang En discovered that there was also a group of reporters carrying cameras and video cameras waiting for the flight from Paris to London like him.
After seeing the celebrity Tang En, these reporters reacted very calmly, so they could not be sports reporters.
So, who were they here to interview?
The answer was revealed when Shania appeared at the exit.
When the group of reporters saw the tall, fashionably dressed Shania walking out with a small LV suitcase, there was an uproar. They all rushed forward, and for a moment, flashes were everywhere.
For a moment, the scene was somewhat out of control.
The security guards at the scene did their best to maintain order, not allowing the reporters to disturb Shania.
However, Shania did not care about the harassment. She slightly tiptoed and searched among the crowd. Tang En did not take the initiative to wave his hand to indicate where he was. He stood outside the media, wanting to see if Shania could find him.
This test was not difficult for a lover who had a telepathic connection.
Shania only had to turn half of her body to find her target. She did not care about the reporters and security guards present. She waved at Tang En, then pulled up the suitcase and quickly walked through the crowd of reporters, running toward Tang En waiting in front of the pillar.
Tang En, on the other hand, opened his arms and waited for Shania to pounce on him.
The entertainment media finally recognized the old man who had appeared in front of them before as Shania's husband — the manager of the England national team, Tony Twain.
"Uncle Tony!" Shania cheered and threw herself at him.
If not for the fact that he was leaning against the pillar, Tang En would definitely have been knocked to the ground by Shania.
"Oh … be gentle, my dear. Have you gained weight?"
"That's a box!" Shania rolled her eyes.
Twain looked at the LV suitcase that was left on the ground and chuckled.
Of course, Shania knew what he was laughing at, which made her a little angry. In order to stop her husband from laughing at her weight, she used her ultimate move. In front of countless reporters and strangers, she did not hesitate to cover Twain's big mouth with her lips, and her nimble little tongue even took the opportunity to sneak in.
"Oh …"
Twain wanted to speak, but he could only moan like this.
Even though he had been a foreigner for so many years, Twain was still not used to kissing in front of outsiders. But Shania, a proper Westerner, did not have such scruples. After a long period of separation, she now wanted to fully enjoy this warm moment that belonged only to herself. She simply threw away the small handbag in her hands and wrapped her arms around Twain's neck, kissing and sucking on her husband's taste wantonly.
Twain did not know how long the kiss lasted this time. In short, when his lips separated from Shania's, he was almost out of breath, and Shania's face was also red.
The media at the side followed and filmed the entire process, not missing a single angle. It was believed that the next day … no, this afternoon, such a scene would appear on the entertainment news and the internet.
"We're going to be on the front page again, Shania," Twain said to his wife in front of him, panting heavily.
"Who cares about them!" Shania did not care what others would think of her. "I love you, Uncle Tony!"
"I love you too." Twain picked up the handbag that Shania threw on the ground and handed it to her, then pulled up the suitcase behind her. "Let's go."
"To where? A hotel? "Twain did not tell Shania that he had cleaned up the house, wanting to give her a surprise. So, Shania thought that Twain had booked a hotel room in London.
"No." Twain turned back to her and gave her a warm smile. "Let's go home."
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Let's go home.
Because of this sentence, Shania was very excited when she sat in the car. She even did not care about her image and whistled at the people outside the window. Twain smiled and shook his head. He did not stop her. Because he knew why his wife was so excited.
For a couple who had been separated for many years, "going home" was such a tempting word. It could stimulate their countless beautiful imaginations.
In the quiet home, there were no paparazzi chasing and intercepting them, and they did not have to worry about whether their dressing, words, and actions were in line with their public image. They could lie on the sofa with their bare feet on the coffee table, eat their favorite snacks in big mouthfuls, and laugh foolishly at the soap operas on the television.
Nothing could make them yearn for more than this kind of ordinary life.
The world only saw the glory and high income that big stars enjoyed, but it was the price they had to pay for it, the freedom. When ordinary people were in a bad mood, they could vent their anger by scolding. If a star dared to scold, they would be exposed and criticized. So, Tony Twain did not act like a star. It was a pity that in the eyes of outsiders, he was just a "star with a lot of personality." Little did they know that he was actually a star who worked hard to get closer to ordinary people.
Shania's personality was mainly focused on liking old men. Because of this, she had heard a lot of rumors when she announced her marriage to Twain.
"Uncle Tony, I'm back. Won't it affect your work?" Shania, who had finished her excitement, retracted her head and hands into the car and turned to look at Twain.
"It's just a weekend without watching football. It's no big deal." Twain said nonchalantly.
"Aren't you afraid that the media will say you're not professional?"
Twain laughed. "Haven't the number of times the media says I'm wrong here and there?" He was a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. "How often do you come back? I think it's worth it to be said a few words by them just to accompany you."
Shania's heart was filled with sweetness. As a woman, she longed to be the only one in a man's heart. It did not matter even if she had to go against the whole world. Every woman would have such selfish thoughts in their hearts. Even though it was not very rational …
So, she tilted her body and slowly slid towards her husband in the driver's seat. Finally, her head gently rested on Twain's shoulder.
"Uncle Tony." Shania, who was leaning on Twain's shoulder with her eyes closed, murmured.
"Hmm?" Twain, who was fully focused on driving, still had to pay attention to not make too much movements when he shifted gears to avoid disturbing his wife.
"I've calculated. These few days happen to be my critical period." Shania raised her head and smiled sweetly at Twain.
Twain froze for a moment. Then he realized that the "critical period" was the "ovulation period." If they had sex during this period, it would be easier for them to get pregnant.
"Shall we have a child?" Shania looked at Twain with anticipation.
Twain, however, flinched. "You're only 23. Shania … it's too early …"
"Why do you sound the same as Mr. Fasal?" Shania pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "We've been married for five and a half years."
"My bride had just turned 18 at that time." Twain freed his hand to gently hold Shania's hand, comforting her. "You're still young, Shania. At your age, you shouldn't be tied down by children. "
"But you're not young anymore, Uncle Tony." Shania had a different opinion.
"It's not good for your career …" Twain continued to shrink back.
Shania pressed on. "I said I don't care about my career. If I have a child, I'd rather quit the entertainment and modeling world. "
"Are you acting out of spite?" Twain smiled bitterly.
"I'm serious!"
The bitter smile on Twain's face deepened.
Shania knew what Twain was afraid of. She comforted him. "Don't let your imagination run wild, Uncle Tony. Maybe you're usually too tired? Too much pressure in your heart? Let's rest well these few days and don't think about anything, okay? "
Twain finally nodded. "I'll listen to you, Shania."
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Just as Shania said, there was almost no news about Twain and Shania in the entertainment media or sports media these few days.
They disappeared from the public's eyes after a passionate kiss at the airport.
They did not think about anything else and only enjoyed the world of the two of them.
Crazy sex, just to have a child.
Children became the couple's entire plan for now and even for the future.
Shania's considerations were reasonable, and Twain agreed with her in his heart. He was already 46 years old. For a healthy person, this was not considered young. It was already a very serious matter that he did not have a child. Coupled with the hidden danger of heart disease, no one knew how long he could live.
As he got older … he would use four years as a stage. The World Cup was held every four years, and the European Championship was also held every four years. If he led the team to win the European Championship, then the World Cup contract would definitely be waiting for him. Four years later, Twain would be 50 years old. It was hard to say if his sexual function would still be as normal as it was now.
So he had to hurry.
Life was really too short …
Perhaps making a child was the only thing Twain could not do in this life. This godfather figure who won championships so much that his hands were tired did not even have a descendant of his own. Perhaps this was a side effect of his transmigration? Or … was it because he was usually too wild and did not accumulate any good deeds?
Twain did not want to think about this problem. He vented all his energy on his wife.
After he was tired, Twain lay beside Shania. After thinking for a long time, he hesitantly said, "If … it still doesn't work, Shania. Let's go adopt a child? "
However, Shania covered his mouth with her hand. "I just want a child that looks like you, Uncle Tony."
Twain could only turn around and continue working hard.
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Working hard for the child with Shania was the only entertainment and relaxation Twain had in between his hard work. Hugging Shania's youthful and alluring body, no matter how much pressure, how busy he was, or how tired he was, they were all thrown out the window. Twain did not deny that he was infatuated with this body brimming with youthfulness. He was not a believer in platonic sexual love. A love without a material foundation was unimaginable to him.
Because of his entanglement with Shania, Twain did not appear in the stands at Goodison Park for the seventh round of the league tournament. The person sitting there in his place was the national team's assistant manager, Des Walker.
As there were previously photos of Twain and Shania passionately kissing at the airport, some media complained that Twain only cared about love and forgot about work. Such an attitude was not one that an England manager should have.
After Twain returned to the scene, he was asked such a question by the reporters. His nonchalant answer was that it was his private life, and he had the right to enjoy it. As for the match between Everton and Manchester City, he said he had already watched the live broadcast of the match at home, and then watched the video of the match. He also studied the notes provided by assistant manager Walker. He definitely knew more than the reporters who reported on the match what happened in every minute, every second, and every corner of the match.
Even when he was with Shania, he did not forget to pay attention to everything that happened in the English Premier League, no matter how big or small.
Tottenham Hotspur's Delph had not been in good form for the last two rounds. If he still could not adjust, then his name would not be on the next national team squad list.
Manchester United's Ferdinand had strained his left thigh muscle in the match against Newcastle. The initial news was that he would be out for a month, so he would definitely not be able to make it for the national team match in mid-October.
Nottingham Forest's David Bentley was in average form. If there were no accidents, he would not be on the England squad list this time.
In addition, considering that there were too many similar players in the midfield, Twain crossed the name of Manchester United's midfielder, Michael Carrick, off the next squad list.
Middlesbrough's Paul Pepper had performed well in the league tournament throughout September. While it attracted the interest of the major clubs, it also made Twain think of calling him up for the national team.
If there were no accidents, Anton Ferdinand would replace his brother in the national team.
There was still half a month before the next UEFA European Championship qualifier, and Twain had already started preparing. He had already led the team to three consecutive victories (including the friendly match against Nottingham Forest). The fans and media were eagerly anticipating him to continue winning.
In the past, he was the most unpopular person in England. Other than the Nottingham Forest fans, 93% of the people in the country disliked him. Now, he wanted to conquer this group of people. What would he rely on?
Victory, of course.
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