Chapter 1 Tony Twain?

The huge noise stimulates the brain nerves, and the decibels can cause deafness. A glaring white light shot into the eyes, and the temples were bulging and painful.

Tang En couldn't help squinting his eyes, but the white light didn't disappear, instead it spread to the whole world.

What the hell is going on? Am I at a rock concert?

Tang En cursed in his heart and opened his eyes, but what rushed into his eyes was a big and scary face. A black face covered with sweat, the heat from the two black holes under the wide nose seems to have touched his face. The white teeth in the gaping mouth are as frightening as wild animals, and of course there is bad breath coming out of it.

What followed was a fierce, head-on collision. Tang En felt as if he had been hit on the jaw by a heavy punch, and he fell backwards.

Crash! They knocked over a case of water bottles lying behind them. The weight of two people was on those poor plastic bottles, and they collapsed under the weight. White water splashed out, and even a jet of water shot out from the mouth of a certain bottle, soaring directly to the face of the "chi fish" behind, and the other "chi fish" soared into the sky like frightened sparrows.

"Damn it!"

"What the hell!"

"How is this going?!"

"Team doctor, team doctor!"

"How did you kick it?"

"I was pushed here by that damn number 14... I didn't mean to..."

Tang En lay on the ground, staring blankly at the strange faces around him. Some of them looked anxious, some gloated, and some covered their faces so that they couldn't see their expressions. The surroundings were still very noisy, but the huge uproar just now had changed its tone, and there were hisses and laughter in it.

This is where? who are they? How is this going?

"Oh! Wait, let's see what happened on the sidelines?" The live broadcast commentator suddenly became excited, he stood up and looked down from the top stands, "The main striker of the Forest team, David Johnson (David`Johnson) was knocked into the sideline coaching bench during the fight with the opponent's players. Poor coach Tony Twain happened to stand on the sidelines directing the game... Oh! Look at the tragedy on the ground, this is really a spark A collision with the earth! This is much more interesting than a dull game!"

Tang En was lying on the ground, his light gray suit was soaked, crumpled and stained with grass clippings and dirt, it looked like a freshly used rag.

A man with a big nose and black beard who looked a bit like Super Mario appeared in his field of vision. He quickly took out white gloves from the colored leather bag he was carrying, put them on, and then began to examine Tang En's body.

"Is there any obvious pain in the ribs?" He put his hands on Tang En's chest and pressed down hard. "The jaw...well, it's a little bruised. Are the teeth loose?" He opened Tang En's mouth again, and tilted his head to observe. Although he kept asking questions, he obviously didn't expect to get answers, these were just his usual soliloquies. "Then... the eyes." He set his eyes on Tang En's eyes, and he found a problem: Tang En's eyeballs didn't seem to move, and his eyelids didn't blink once, and his expression was dull, that is, he didn't frown , not crying out for pain, silent like a dead person...

dead!

Hell, it looks like he landed on the back of his head!

"Hey, Tony, Tony? Can you hear me?" He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Tang En's eyes, his tone obviously much more anxious than before.

Tang En's eyeballs finally rolled, and he focused his gaze on this person's face, which was strange but familiar...

"The referee blew the whistle to stop the game, and he ran to the sidelines... I have commented on football games for 31 years, and this is the first time I have seen a head coach being injured by one of his own players! I bet Coach Tony Twain must will be in the news, even though he himself may not like being known that way..." BBC commentator John`Motson continued his chatter. "The Forest team is really unlucky. The team fell behind by two goals, and now their acting head coach, Tony Twain, was injured by one of his own players. You know, this is their home field! It's their home field!"

At the same time, the scene just now began to be played repeatedly on the TV screen. David Johnson was pushed hard by the opponent in a fierce fight with the opponent's No. 14, and then the big black man leaned forward and rushed towards Tony Twain who was standing on the sidelines. But what was strange was that Twain could have avoided it in the first place. He had plenty of time, but now he stood on the sidelines like a puppet, watching his team members crash into him. Then there was a scene where the narrator couldn't help squinting his eyes, tilting his head, and grinning, "Oh, God!"

The players of the Forest team anxiously gathered around the coach's bench. Naturally, Twain was lying on the ground in the center of the crowd. David Johnson, the black striker who made a mistake, knelt on the ground and kept praying. If there is something wrong with his coach, he will become the first player to kill his coach on the court.

Different from the nervousness of the Forest players, most of their opponents stood on the field, watching the show with their arms folded. There were also curious people who took on the responsibility of being the team's spies, kept running to watch the excitement, and then ran back to catch the crowd. Share the situation with their teammates.

The Forest fans in the stands didn't seem worried about their manager's life or death. They took the opportunity to curse their team's poor performance loudly, and all kinds of words starting with "F" or "S" burst out of their mouths. Countless raised middle fingers set off the "0:2" on the big screen particularly dazzlingly.

Forest team doctor Gary`Fleming is still doing his best. He clearly saw Tony's eyeballs move a moment ago, why didn't he respond then?

He patted Tony Twain's face, but there was still no response. The team's acting head coach was lying on the ground like a wax figure, with his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something very surprising.

The blue sky, the white clouds like cotton candy, the faces with different skin colors and expressions, and the noisy environment, all of these are very familiar, yet so strange, as if they are thousands of miles away from me.

This... What the hell is going on? !

The referee signaled the team doctor to watch and deal with it. He could not stop the game endlessly because of off-court injuries. He blew the whistle for the players to return to the field, and the game continued, even though the Forest players had no desire to fight.

"But his life may even be in danger!" Fleming was very angry at the referee's indifference. He pointed at Tang En who was still lying on the ground and shouted at the referee.

"Then you call an ambulance, I'm just the referee!" The referee pushed back without showing any weakness, "Besides, he doesn't seem as dangerous as you said." He pointed behind Fleming and ran Back to the court.

Fleming turned back and saw Tang En standing up slowly while touching the back of his head, he hurried up to support him. "How are you feeling, Tony?"

Tang En asked blankly: "Where is this?"

Fleming turned around and cursed, what a bad time these days. "Des, Des, come here!" He beckoned a blond man on the coach's bench to come over.

A man called "Des" ran over. "How's Tony?" he asked quietly.

"It's terrible. He even asked me where this is?"

Des's reaction was exactly the same as Fleming's just now, and he also turned around and cursed.

"I suspect this is the result of the impact on the back of his head when he fell to the ground just now."

"Is the situation very bad, Gary?" Des bit his lip, looking serious.

"I don't know, maybe good, maybe bad." Fleming shook his head.

"what does that mean?"

"In a good case, he just lost his memory for a short time, and he will recover after a short rest. In a bad case...do you need me to say anything?"

Des waved his hand, indicating that he understood. "Then what do you think we should do now? Send him to the hospital? But the game is still going on, and we are behind, we need him to direct the game..." As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Tony Twain next to him, but he was surprised It was discovered that Tang En was slowly moving towards the player tunnel by himself.

"Hey!" Des quickly dropped Fleming and ran forward to grab his colleague. "Tony, where are you going?" In the noisy environment, Des yelled with claws and claws, but the effect was actually just a "whisper".

Tang En turned his head and looked at Des blankly. This look made Des feel chills. Now the afterglow of the sunset above their heads was shining golden, but he could not see any brilliance in those eyes at all.

"Tony, where are you going?" Des repeated.

"I...I don't know, maybe...going home..." Tang En murmured, still trying to break free from Des's hand.

Fleming also ran over from the side: "Tony, you can't go home now. We are playing, you are the head coach, you have to command the team!"

The pulling of the three people at the entrance of the passage attracted the attention of the benches of the two teams and the stands, and even the players on the field would glance here from time to time.

Tang En suddenly smiled: "I'm a coach?" This is ridiculous, how could I be a coach... Although I am a fan and often play football manager games, how could I be a coach? This must be a dream, or a damned nightmare! "Okay... well, you are..." He looked at Des and said.

Fleming said from the side as if introducing the two people who met for the first time: "He is Des, Des`Walker (Des`Walker). A former England international, he played as a central defender on the field. He only retired from the team last season. Now he is your colleague, your assistant."

Tang En nodded, and then said to Des: "Okay, now you direct the game for me, I'm going to rest." After speaking, he broke away from Des's hand, and no longer cared about the huge boos behind him and the two The stunned person walked into the passage.

Fleming looked at Tang En's back, then at Des Walker.

Walker sighed heavily, turned and walked back. "This game can't be played!"

Tang En sat in the passage with his back against the wall, looking at the surrounding environment blankly. On the white wall opposite him is a huge sign. Below the big red "mushroom" are three wavy curves, and below that is an English word: Forest.

Where am I? What is going on? I just drank a little too much fucking, got into a fight with two brats, and got attacked. Then...how did I come here? Look at those people outside with high nose bridges and blue eyes speaking birdsong, am I dreaming? Or watch a movie?

Tang En touched the back of his head, there was still a dull pain there.

Damn, sneak up on me, hit me behind!

He bared his teeth and cursed.

He was originally a fan. He likes to drink some wine when he has nothing to do, and watch games in crowded places, such as bars... Recently, the team he likes has won consecutive victories, either draw or lose. He was already in a bad mood when he was provoked by two opposing fans. With the strength of alcohol and anger, the two sides started fighting. He fought one against two without fear. Helpless, the other party was playing tricks, one drew his attention from the front, and the other sneaked around behind him and gave him a sap.

Then he opened his eyes and found that he was in a noisy environment, and was knocked to the ground by a black man. The others were saying things he couldn't understand—he could understand every word, every word they said, but he just couldn't make sense of them. He felt as if his brain had been torn apart, split into two parts, one part was familiar with this environment, and the other part was overwhelmed and panicked.

"What's my name?" He muttered to himself, but suddenly covered his mouth. It wasn't until this time that he realized that what he had been speaking was bird language—English.

"Damn it, how did this happen?" This time it popped up and became his native dialect again.

Tang En was going crazy, he found that there seemed to be two completely different thoughts in his mind. For a moment he believed that he was an Englishman named "Tony`Twain" (Tony`Twain), and for a moment he believed that he was a Chinese Sichuanese named "Tang`En".

Hitting the wall hard, finally let my feverish mind calm down a little. He closed his eyes and began to search carefully. Then he found himself in the stadium, City`Ground. The game that was going on outside at this time was an ordinary English League One match, between Nottingham`Forest (Nottingham`Forest) coached by him against Walsall (Walsall).

Tang En, who finally realized where he was, was stunned again. This was so unbelievable that his brain stopped responding after overloaded calculations. He sat slumped in the player tunnel, opposite the emblem of Nottingham Forest, and there were huge boos outside. And all this seems to have nothing to do with him.

"...The above is what happened at the City Stadium this afternoon. The forest team's acting head coach Tony Twain was knocked down by his players while standing on the sidelines, and then seemed to have fallen into a brief coma. When he got up again, he walked straight away. Entered the player tunnel. Des Walker directed the rest of the game in his place and attended the press conference. But at the press conference, Coach Walker refused to disclose any news about Coach Tony Twain."

Where is Tang En at this time?

He's wrestling with the mirror in his own home.

Compared with the bright lights and laughter of the surrounding neighbors, Coach Tony Twain's house was gloomy like a ghost castle. At eight o'clock in the evening, it was still pitch black, and none of the lights were turned on. With the faint light of the street lamp outside, Tang En stood in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. A middle-aged ghost with a straight high nose, deep eye sockets, blue eyes, and slightly curly brown hair.

In fact, Tang En from Sichuan, China is only 26 years old, and the person in the mirror even has forehead lines! Thirty-four years old! This is Tony Twain's age. Before that, Tang En had already been forced to accept another fact: it was not 2007 when he fought with others, but 2003, January 1, 2003. The price for him to accept this fact was a New Year's calendar with the Nottingham Forest family portrait from the 2002-03 season torn to shreds.

Not only did he bend over an Englishman inexplicably, but he also traveled forward for four years and three months!

Although he never thought that he was handsome and could attract many women's favor. But anyway, he had seen that face for twenty-six years, and he didn't feel bored. Now that he suddenly had to accept another self, another face, he just felt irritated.

"Who is this shit?!" He snarled at the mirror, and smashed it with his fist. The self in the mirror suddenly turned into countless pieces, and the fragments fell to the ground with a splashing sound. Countless faces looked at Tang En as if they were laughing at him.

Tang En felt a little dizzy, he took a step back, leaned against the smooth wall and panted heavily.

Why is it me?

Tang En, who stayed quietly in the dark for a few minutes, gradually calmed down, and he decided not to think about such a complicated issue. He has a habit in China, whenever something goes wrong, he will find a place to drink. There are bars everywhere in Chengdu, maybe you can find a one-night stand by the way. He habitually regarded Nottingham as Chengdu in his heart, and decided to go out and find a bar to drink away his worries. He doesn't care who he is now.

Glancing at the hazy sky outside, he put on a thick windbreaker and walked out the door.

"Lost 0:3 at home to the underdog Walsall, the Forest team has been really unlucky recently. Paul Hart, who had high expectations, did not bring good results to the team. Team chairman Nigel`Doughty submitted an application for resignation, which was quickly approved. Today is the first time their acting coach Tony Twain has coached the first team. Bump. Let's watch the footage again, he seems petrified, forgets to dodge..."

Today's sports news is being broadcast on the TV fixed on the overhead, and the focus is naturally on everything that happened on the sidelines of the Nottingham Forest game.

There was booing in the noisy bar.

"I've never seen such an embarrassing head coach!" A drunk man raised his middle finger at the TV. "That Tony Twain, I know him! The kid who used to be Paul Hart's assistant in the youth team. To be honest, I don't have a good impression of him. He is taciturn and looks timid. Could it be Do you expect such a coward to lead the forest team out of the predicament? Nigel, the old guy, has lost his previous ambitions, and the current forest team is over! It's over, it's over..." He muttered and lay down on the table, piled on the side Full of empty wine bottles stumbling around.

When the drunk had just finished his long speech, Tang En just pushed the door open and entered. The sound of the door attracted the attention of most of the people who were drinking and chatting in the bar. Everyone turned their attention to the door. When they saw who came in, they were surprised at first, and then they all had playful smiles on their faces.

"Hey, look!" A typical middle-aged British man stood up holding a glass of wine, and shouted loudly, "Our coach Tony Twain is here!"

"Woohoo!" The people in the bar let out a "welcome" hiss.

"Here's a toast to his beautiful defense of Johansen's breakthrough from the sidelines!" The middle-aged man raised the wine glass in his hand, and the people around him immediately raised their wine glasses in agreement. "cheers!!"

Another man who was clearly drunk stood up crookedly, walked up to Tang En, held a beer bottle in his hand and put it to his mouth, hiccupped and asked, "Coach Tony Dunn, was that one time?" Beautiful defense, but the referee and public opinion obviously don't...don't think so...uh! You, what do you think, how do you see it?"

After asking, he turned his head and laughed at the other people in the bar.

Tang En didn't want to cause trouble, he came to drink to relieve his worries. So he sullenly pushed away the wine bottle in front of him. Then he went straight to the bar and said to the bartender inside: "Please bring a bottle..." He habitually wanted to say a bottle of "Xiao Er" - a small bottle of Erguotou. Although he is from Sichuan, he went to university in the north , From then on, he fell in love with this kind of strong alcohol - but he found that he could not speak English of "Xiao Er", and more importantly, he quickly realized that this was in the UK, not in China. He bowed his head and muttered a curse, then changed his words: "Bring the strongest wine."

The other people who had been watching him all the time heard him say that he wanted the strongest wine, and they booed loudly.

"Yo! Coward Tony also drinks?!"

"We have freshly squeezed milk, do you want to try it? I still think milk is more suitable for you, Tony!" A fat man squeezed his drooping chest with both hands and screamed, while the person next to him was lying on the table laughing superior.

The young bartender was also at a loss in the face of these excited guests. He wanted to get the wine but was stopped by the drunks: "Get him juice! Juice!"

"No no, it's still milk, we have the freshest milk!"

"Ah ha ha!"

The owner of this bar was alarmed by the noise outside. He came down from the stairs and stood at the stairs. He saw almost all the guests who hadn't fallen asleep on the table gathered around the bar. The man wrapped in a black windbreaker was laughed at heartily by those drunkards.

"Guys, what's going on?" His loud voice immediately silenced the tavern. The drunkards who were still arrogant just now fell silent when they saw the person standing behind them.

Tang En felt strange, who could make this group of people calm down with just one sentence? He turned his head slightly and saw a person coming out of the shadow of the stairs.

The young bartender quickly pointed at Tang En and said to the man, "Boss, he wants a strong drink."

After seeing clearly who the person sitting was, the visitor was a little surprised, but he still said, "Give it to him."

"But...but they won't let..." The bartender looked at the drunkards who had returned to their seats in embarrassment.

The man looked around the bar, but everyone he caught his gaze lowered their heads, either pretending to be asleep, or drinking with their heads down. Tang En became more and more interested in the capable middle-aged man in front of him.

"I see no one has any objections. Pour him a glass of Scotch whiskey and I'll treat him." The bar owner turned around and asked Dunn, "Single or double? With ice and water?"

Tang En asked in surprise: "Add rocks?"

The drunkards who watched the excitement next to him burst out laughing.

The barkeeper laughed too. "I forgot who you are..." He poured half a glass of golden whiskey into the glass, then added half a glass of water. Then handed it to Tang En: "This is the wine from my hometown."

Tang En took a sip and immediately coughed. He rarely drank foreign wine. What's more, this pure Scotch whiskey still has a strong smell of coke.

There was a burst of gloating laughter in the bar.

"The Tony Twain I know never drinks, and lives like a true traditional Puritan. And he won't look at me like this now, don't you know who I am?" The man stared at Looking at Tang En, Tang En found that he seemed to be seen through by this man. He had to find a way to cover himself.

"Uh...me," Tang En bowed his head and took another sip. This time he didn't dare to let the wine stay in his throat for a second, and swallowed it directly. The uncomfortable feeling was indeed a little lighter. "I fell on the sidelines this afternoon..."

There was another burst of laughter.

The man touched the back of his head to express his understanding.

Someone nearby helped Tang En out of the siege, and a voice shouted: "It seems that our coach Tony really got his head smashed! The person sitting next to you is the pride of Nottingham Forest, the hero of two European Champions Cups." , Mr. Kenny`Burns, winner of the Stanley Matthews Award in 1978! He is a hundred times better than you ass! Ass! You are an ass!"

Even though Tang En thanked this person for introducing the big man in front of him in detail, but it didn't mean he had to accept this kind of insult. When a person first arrives in an unfamiliar environment, he is prone to nervousness and restlessness, and there will be a lot of unknown anger in his heart. And this kind of unknown fire has accumulated more and more since he lost his big face on the court today. When he entered the bar, those people insulted him. He endured it, but it didn't mean he could continue to endure it. What's more, he himself is not a good person. When he was in China, he was a short-tempered, irritable and impulsive "angry youth". Otherwise, he would not have crossed because of fighting with others...

The people behind laughed loudly, "Stupid Donkey Stupid Donkey" kept yelling, but unexpectedly the person he laughed at snapped back and poured out the half glass of wine left in his hand. The golden Scotch whiskey shone brilliantly under the light, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then shot it precisely on the face of the unlucky guy—precise and beautiful like David Beckham's right foot Free kick.

The unlucky ghost who was splashed with wine just wiped off the wine on his face, and opened his mouth to scold: "You fucking bastard..."

"Bang!" His swear words were smashed back by a thick wine glass, and Tang En threw himself on the opponent with the wine glass in an unexpected speed. He couldn't take it anymore. He somehow came to this place, somehow traveled forward for four and a half years, and was somehow ridiculed and insulted... He just wants to find someone to vent his anger on, no matter if he beats someone down, or Others beat him.

The two slammed into the table behind, and the empty wine bottle fell and shattered on the ground with a crisp sound.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that Tony Twain, who was still a coward just now, would suddenly explode.

The first person to react was the bar owner Kenny Burns. He pushed the fat man standing by the bar and shouted, "What are you doing standing there? Pull them away!"

The sound woke everyone up, and everyone rushed forward, struggling to separate the two who were already entangled. In addition to the tragic situation on the ground, the forehead of the person who was beaten was already oozing blood, and a red circle appeared there, which was the mark of the mouth of the cup. In addition, his left cheek was punched, and it was as red as drunk.

As for Tang En, apart from messing up his hair and clothes, he had nothing to do. Being pulled up, he seemed to have vented his anger, and he didn't want to rush to chase him. He straightened his clothes and hair, and then spat at the unlucky ghost who was being held up by his companion: "I don't care who you are , don't mess with me."

Then he turned to Burns and said, "I'm sorry for messing up your place. Today was so fucking..." He was annoyed at the thought of being transmigrated, "Another day... I'll come and apologize in person, make amends Please don't worry either."

Then, without waiting for the owner of the bar to say anything, he turned and walked towards the door. When he passed the fat man, he sarcastically said, "Let's keep your milk for yourself, fat pig."

Everyone watched him push the door out, but no one thought to stop him, so they just watched him leave, leaving a mess.

There was silence in the bar. At this time, the drunken man sat up from the table, looked at the silent room and the mess, and asked in confusion, "Did I miss something?"

Tang En walked blindly in a daze, crossing one street and another, he didn't know where he was until he felt tired. He sat down on a bench by the side of the road. There was a fight just now, but he didn't feel better after that, on the contrary, he became even more distressed. Because he realized that he seemed to have to accept this helpless reality-he became an Englishman and he couldn't go back.

God damn it. He looked up at the sky, but he couldn't see anything but thick dark clouds. He still doesn't understand why he is that person. If all of this is an arrangement of fate, is there any special reason for fate to choose him? Or is it that fate is like a lucky lottery lottery that randomly draws one of the ping-pong balls from a pile of ping-pong balls, and which one is drawn deserves to be unlucky.

I don't want to be the damn trainer! I don't want to be a ghost! Let me go back, let me go back! Can Tang En shout like that? No, in Tang En's twenty-six years of life, he has never bowed his head to anyone or anything. He is like a stone in a latrine—smelly and hard. So he failed to achieve anything. Since elementary school, he has been listed as the most difficult poor student by his teachers. Because he is not popular in college, he has no good deeds in joining the party or staying in school. After graduation, he is squeezed out everywhere for work. I don't even have a single friend... In short, it's been a rather unsuccessful twenty-six years of life.

Tang En raised his head again and looked at the dark night sky. He suddenly figured it out. Since my "previous life" was quite bad, why not take this opportunity to live a different life? Although he has never been a football coach, he has also watched football for more than ten years. He has played every generation of football manager games, and he understands the nature of some coaches' work. Isn't this a good opportunity for a challenge?

He stopped thinking about the boring question of why God chose him. He just needs to think about how to act more like a real professional coach now. Although it will be difficult, it will be worth trying.

"Hey, buddy. You broke into my house without my permission. I'll call the police if you don't leave!" An old voice suddenly sounded from the side. "Ten, nine, eight..."

Tang En blankly looked at the old man standing across from him. He was holding a lot of newspapers in his arms and a half-bitten hamburger in his hand.

"This... is your home?" He pointed to the bench under his buttocks.

"certainly."

"Ah, I'm sorry to bother you..." Tang En stood up from the chair, and the other party sat down immediately, and then lay down. Cover yourself with newspapers in your arms, and press them firmly between the back of the chair and your body.

Seeing the contented beggar eating hamburgers and lying in the "newspaper nest", Tang En even thanked God for not allowing himself to "possess" him. Fate has not treated him badly.

A taxi dropped off ahead of him, and he stepped forward quickly, then slipped in. In the car, Tang En took one last look at the beggar lying in the cold wind enjoying his "dinner", and asked the driver to take him back to that strange home.

Starting today, a brand new world slowly unfolds before Tang En's eyes.