On the 15th of August, when Collymore led the team from Nottingham to Reading, west of London, to challenge the home team, Tang En's Youth Team welcomed their opponent in the first round of the Youth League at the training base — Leicester City.
Unlike the media contingent that followed Collymore to Reading, the youth team's training base was deserted. Other than the parents, relatives and friends of some of the younger players, there were only two media outlets. One was Nottingham Forest's official website, and the other was the Nottingham Evening Post.
Tang En looked strangely at the refined young man standing beside him.
"Mr. Reporter, the First Team's match is in Reading, not Wilford." Tang En kindly reminded the reporter from the Evening Post, Pierce Brosnan.
"I know, Mr. Coach." Bruce stood there, with no intention of turning around.
"If you know, why haven't you left yet? The game starts tomorrow. If you go now, you can stay for the night and interview the Forest players about their colorful nightlife. "
"How colorful, Mr. Coach?"
"Well …" Twain looked at the sky and then answered Brosnan's question, "You'll have to ask Mr. Stan Collymore."
Brosnan laughed. "Mr. Coach, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to recover from this setback. It seems that I was wrong."
"Eh?" Tang En found it strange. "Why should I be depressed?"
Brosnan looked at Twain and found that his surprised expression did not seem to be fake, so he shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing."
"Alright, chat time is over. Why aren't you leaving? "
"Of course I'm not leaving, Mr. Coach. Not only will I not leave today, but I will also not leave in the future. From now on, I'll be responsible for reporting on the Nottingham youth team. "
Tang En opened his mouth wide, then scratched his head and muttered, "Do whatever you want …" Then he turned around and returned to the team's resting area to make the final preparations for the match.
Brosnan suddenly called out to Tang En. "Coach Tang En! Can I interview you with a question? "
Tang En turned around and looked at him. "Speak."
"How confident do you think we are in winning the match against Leicester City?" Brosnan took out a small notebook and flipped it open, preparing to record Tang En's answer.
Twain waved his hand. "Don't remember. Your question is meaningless."
Bruce was a little surprised. He did not expect to get such an answer.
"Of course we will win. Do you have any other questions? "
Hearing this typical Tony Twain answer, Brosnan smiled and shook his head. "No, I have no more questions to ask."
When Tang En returned to the middle of the team, the young players had already changed into their match uniforms and were gathered together, waiting for his lecture. Twain looked at the blue sky above his head, and then looked at the children's expectant eyes. If a person did something amazing, then it would become a symbol of that person for a period of time, and it would be mentioned in many occasions and many times. Just like what Tang En did during the halftime interval of the match against West Ham United. Even now, everyone could not forget it. Wes Morgan must have vividly recounted everything he had seen and heard about Tony Twain in his adulthood to the group of kids in front of him after he returned to the youth team.
Even though this was not Tang En's original intention, he had to admit that Morgan had helped him a lot by doing so. It was the easiest for children to develop idolization. Right now, Tony Twain was undoubtedly the idol in the hearts of this group of children. These people would listen to whatever he said.
This was great. It saved him a lot of trouble.
In the distance, the young players of Leicester also gathered together to listen to their manager speak. They wore blue jerseys with only numbers and no names, but like the lads of the Forest team, they were players who had received professional football training.
In the empty Wilford youth training base, other than the lack of three levels of stands and enthusiastic spectators, Tang En felt that the environment he was in was no different from a professional match.
"Listen up, lads." Tang En coughed and said with a solemn expression, "I was just interviewed by a reporter over there. He questioned your ability. He thinks it will be difficult for you to do anything against the youth team of an English Premier League team." Tang En pointed a finger at Pierce Brosnan in the distance.
Agitated, the young players immediately turned their gazes to Brosnan, shouting and waving their fists at him. Brosnan, who was kept in the dark, did not understand what these children had against him. He waved his hands in greeting to show his friendliness, but the children did not appreciate it.
"All right, all right, don't make things difficult for that poor reporter." Tang En clapped his hands to signal for everyone to put their attention back on him. "The youngest of you here is seventeen years old. For most of you … No, maybe for all of you, to become a professional player, to become a star player like Michael Dawson, to wear your own name on the Forest team's red jerseys to play in the City Ground stadium is the goal. Am I wrong? "
The children shouted in reply, "No! No! "
"Yes! That's what we think! "
"Very good." Tang En nodded. "You are no longer eleven or twelve years old children who are satisfied with four hours of training every week, and the rest of the time you have to carry your school bags to school to be good kids. You have all signed professional contracts with the club. You are professional players. Am I right? "
"Yes! Yes! We are professional players! "The seventeen or eighteen-year-old lads waved their fists. If not for the fact that most of them still had a childish look on their faces and only looked at their bodies, people would believe that they were professional players who could play in the First Team.
"So when you can't win the game, when you make people feel that you can't win, you will be looked down upon by them." Tang En pointed to Pierce Brosnan again. "Just like that. I know you are not convinced. I just taught that guy a lesson! I told him — of course we will win! He'll regret underestimating you! "
"Well said, Coach!"
"Yes! He will definitely regret it! "
Tang En stretched out his hands and motioned for everyone to quiet down and listen to him finish. "But! We all know that it's easy to talk. Anyone can brag! I want you to use your actions in the next game to prove that I am not wrong! Let that reporter who looked down on you regret his ignorance! "
The children began to get excited. Tang En took the time to glance at them. George Wood, who was standing at the outermost of the crowd, also clenched his fists tightly and bit his lips hard. Although he would not be playing in this game, Tang En was very happy to see Wood's performance. This was a great opportunity to instill his football philosophy into these children. He had to add fuel to the fire.
"You must remember!" Tang En waved his arms hard and smashed them into the ground. "Coach Tony Twain's football is a winning football! From the moment you changed your clothes in the changing room, I want you to throw away all other random thoughts! You only need to think about how to win! You must tell yourselves: I will definitely win today! Not 'what if I lose'! "
"We will definitely win!" Wes Morgan took the lead and shouted loudly. The group's declaration of victory even attracted the attention of the visiting team. They looked at this group of crazy opponents in bewilderment.
"We will definitely — win!!"
Ninety minutes later, Leicester City's Youth Team, who were visiting Nottingham, went home crying with a score of 1: 4. They were completely stunned by the fierce and ferocious expressions and fearless spirit of their peers in the game.
Brosnan was happy for Tang En's results on the sidelines, but the children from Forest's Youth Team did not seem to like him. One by one, they made faces and waved their fists as they ran past him back to the changing room.
Just as he was feeling bewildered, Tang En walked towards him with a bright smile and took the initiative to say, "Mr. Brosnan, come find me at the Forest Bar tomorrow afternoon. I'll treat you to a drink. I really have to thank you for this game! "
Brosnan scratched his head. He did not understand why Tang En had suddenly become so enthusiastic, but he still happily accepted his good intentions. "I'll go, but why are you thanking me?"
"Well, this … Anyway, I have to thank you."
The next day, Brosnan was at the Forest Bar with Tang En, Kenny Burns, and the other loyal Forest fans. They drank beer while watching the live broadcast of Forest's away game against Reading F.C. on the television.
Under the bright afternoon sun of Reading, Forest played the most tragic game of the season so far. Rebrov, who had high hopes placed on him, revealed his old problem of being unable to adapt to the style of English football. Faced with the tall, strong, and rough Reading defenders, he was at a loss as to what to do. He gained nothing and was replaced early on in the 60th minute of the game.
The final result of the game was Forest's 0: 3 loss in the away game. From the field to the score, it was a crushing defeat. They had no power to retaliate!
When the game was broadcast to the final moment, a close-up shot of Collymore's stupefied face appeared on the television screen. Suddenly, the Forest Bar erupted with a unified shout, "Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony! "The fans watching the game shouted Tang En's name as if they were cheering for the team in the stands.
Tang En and Brosnan stood between them. Brosnan was startled by the sudden shout. He looked around the bar in surprise and realized that almost everyone in the room had stood up, clapping their hands and shouting Tang En's name.
Compared to Brosnan's surprise, Tang En was very calm. Or it could be said that he thought everything in front of him was natural.
"Mr. Tang En, this is …" Brosnan asked, puzzled.
Tang En grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth. He was like a lion, the king of beasts, surrounded by animals in awe. He glanced at Brosnan and then roared in a shout that could tear the ceiling open, "Mr. Brosnan, one day, one day I'll be back! When that time comes, you'll hear even louder cheers than this! "He opened his arms, clenched them into fists, and swung them upward with force.
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