Chapter 112: Volume 2: The Sky of Nottingham: The Gypsies (Part 2)

Tang En scratched his hair: "Have we reached the refugee area in the early 1990s?"

Moore pointed to the long yellow station wagon and introduced: "Modern caravan, no fixed place of life. Mr. Dunn, the Freddie Eastwood you are looking for is such a gypsy."

"This... sounds like a fantasy novel." Tang En laughed dryly. "Will he know divination? A sparkling magic crystal ball, a mysterious cabin with half-closed curtains..."

Moore shook his head: "He won't. But..."

"but?"

"It is said that his wife will—she is also a gypsy."

Looking at everything in front of him, Tang En no longer knew what to say. He came to find the monster in the game, not a gypsy living in a caravan with his wife and living a life out of mainstream society...

The white curtain in the third car window from the left on the opposite side shook. Moore reminded Tang En who hadn't recovered yet: "It seems that the sound of our conversation woke up the owner here, Mr. Tang En."

"Huh? What..."

Tang En's question was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

A girl in pink pajamas, a black fur coat, and disheveled hair—Twain couldn't tell if it was a woman who appeared in front of him, because she looked too young— poked her head out of the car .

"Gentlemen, are you here to buy a car?" The girl's voice was clear and clear, like the singing of birds in the morning.

"Buy a car?" Tang En thought he had heard wrong.

Moore's slow and deep voice sounded in his ears again in time: "He has now joined a local amateur team, and when he is not training or competing, he helps his father sell used cars."

Tang En glanced at Moore: "Mr. Moore, do you know any other information about him, can you share it together?"

Just as Moore was about to open his mouth, the girl jumped out of the car and stood barefoot on the grass in the early winter morning. She looked at the two visitors curiously. "It seems that you are not here to buy a car, nor do you seem to be here for divination. Could it be that you are the people sent by old Boris?"

"Who is Boris?" Dunn didn't understand. He felt that he really shouldn't go out today. What's the matter?

"The local councilor," Moore explained again, "has repeatedly condemned in public that his act of placing his home on the green belt of the community is illegal, and he has called on the relevant departments to investigate the matter."

"Thank you for the explanation, Mr. Moore." Tang En nodded, he had completely lost his temper.

"You're welcome, Mr. Tang En."

"However... I don't think you are very like the people of the government." When Tang En and Moore were talking, the girl was also observing them. "So, what exactly are you here for?" She took out a deck of playing cards from nowhere, and played them over and over in her hands. Tang En was attracted by her excellent card playing skills.

Who are the people in this family!

At this time, he heard a sound of "puff puff" from behind, and then a loud and shrill male voice suddenly sounded: "Hi, Serim! Are there any guests? Are they here to buy a car or ask you for divination? Is the baby awake, have you nursed him? Oh, go back, you haven't got your shoes on yet!"

The sudden sound was like a machine gun. The speech was extremely fast, and the words were not clear, chug chug, chug chug... Tang En didn't have time to hear what he said, and it was over.

He and More turned to look back, and a man's head appeared above the bushes. "Oh my god, he's really tall!" Tang En sighed. Although the bushes are not tall poplar trees, they are as tall as a man. This man looks taller than the bushes. Could it be the second Yang Kohler? No, he remembered that this person was not tall in the game...

"Mr. Tang En, in fact..." Moore corrected Tang En, "It is impossible for him to be so tall. It seems to you that he is tall because..."

Eastwood looked at the two strange men in front of him, shook his head curiously, and then walked out from behind the bushes.

"...because he rode a horse."

Seeing Eastwood "walking" out, Tang En only heard the sound of something disconnected in his mind.

Moore was right, this man was riding on the back of a black steed! The horse kept wagging its tail and snorting.

"Oh my god...have I reached the Middle Ages?" Tang En wailed. What he saw today might never be forgotten in his life——Twain's fantasy journey in the Middle Ages!

The gypsy couple looked at the man scratching his hair strangely, not knowing what he was doing. At this time, the cry of a baby was heard in the station wagon, and the woman ran back quickly, while the man jumped down, led the horse to the back of the woods, and tied it to a tree. After finishing this, he walked back to the station wagon, sat down on the chair at the door, and looked at the two people.

Tang En finally recovered from his madness. He stepped forward, coughed, and introduced himself: "Hello, Freddy. I'm...uh, I'm..." He got stuck. What should I say about my identity?

"It doesn't matter who you are, sir." Eastwood sat on the chair carelessly, shaking his head, "What matters is the purpose of your coming here."

"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?" Dunn cut to the chase.

These words attracted Eastwood's attention, and he stared at Tang En closely. After a long time, he suddenly slapped his thigh, stood up from the chair, pointed at Tang En and shouted: "I remember Yes! You're the... from Nottingham Forest!"

Tang En nodded: "As you can imagine, I am that one." This title is really good, and it saves everyone a lot of trouble for each other.

Eastwood snorted: "Whose fault is it that I was kicked out by West Ham United? Are you still ashamed to come to me and plan to let me play for you?"

Hearing what the other party said, Tang En touched his nose in embarrassment. What Wood did was really unethical, but if it wasn't for that foul, how could he have found Wood's best position? If the person in front of him hadn't been injured, maybe he wouldn't have been reduced to playing in an amateur team, but if not, how could they have the chance to face each other like today?

Karma...

When Tang En saw him, he was sure that this person was the awesome Freddy Eastwood in his memory. He had a slender figure, a fair face, and brown hair, which exactly matched the face in his memory. . In the English League Cup in the 06-07 season, it was this person who took a direct free kick and helped the team he played for to eliminate the mighty Manchester United.

Tang En's only worry now is: he doesn't know why in his memory, this person was given up by West Ham United. Is it because West Ham thinks he has no potential, or is it because of an injury? Did George Wood's foul on him affect his future ability? Is the Eastwood standing in front of Twain still the same Eastwood who killed Manchester United?

Eastwood was still whining and complaining, and his wife, who appeared behind him with the child in her arms, coughed: "Stop making excuses for yourself, Freddie. Didn't you always want to play professional football? Now is your chance." gone."

Eastwood immediately misfired.

Then the woman smiled slightly at Tang En: "I'm sorry, sir. That injury hit Freddie too hard..."

Tang En nodded apologetically: "He has every reason to do so. For that matter, I am the one who should say sorry."

Eastwood's wife continued: "After Freddie's leg healed, he wanted to give up football for a while and concentrate on helping his father take care of the car dealership business. I advised him to try his luck at other clubs, and he went to Charles. pause……"

When his wife was telling these past events, Eastwood sat on a chair and looked up at the sky, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"But the people at Charlton heard that Freddie had just broken his leg a few months ago and didn't even give him a minute."

These were all caused by Wood. Although it had nothing to do with Tang En, he still took the responsibility on his back: "I'm sorry, ma'am...so we're here to find him now, hoping to help him make up for this regret." After finishing speaking , he looked at Eastwood, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

"Freddy!" the wife raised her voice, calling her husband's name.

He finally lowered his head, looked at Tang En and snorted: "We gypsies pay attention to fair trade in business. Since you came here from Nottingham to find me, it shows your sincerity. Then I also want to show my ability. Otherwise, you must still worry about whether I can play football after my right leg is broken."

Tang En smiled: "No, I'm not worried..."

"Afternoon, entertainment stadium, watch my game!"

This is a game in the southern division of the amateur league. It is said that the game is played in an entertainment stadium, but it is actually an ordinary football field with only a small stand made of steel frames. Tang En once lamented outside the Bernabéu stadium that compared with Real Madrid's home court, Forest's home court is like a middle school playground, but now the "entertainment stadium" in front of him is an out-and-out "middle school playground".

Almost everyone is standing around the edge of the pitch watching the game, there are no billboards enclosing the pitch, there is no TV coverage, there are not a lot of journalists, there are no dressing rooms... nothing.

Looking at such a game environment, Twain felt pity for Eastwood. At the same time, the apology in my heart deepened.

"Stimson is a good guy, let me come to Grace Athletic when I didn't play, even though it was an amateur game, I was able to keep fit and feel on the ball. I think he will be very happy to see me again. To play in a professional game, in order to repay him, I will score a lot of goals in this game." Before the game, Eastwood said to Twain, as if scoring goals was an easy thing for him, and he wanted to score a lot. You can enter many of the same.

Now he is standing in the middle circle of the court, ready to tee off.

"What do you think, Mr. Moore?" Tang En asked the former chief scout of Forest Club beside him what he thought.

"I haven't watched his game, Mr. Twain." Moore replied honestly, "But the cheers around the stadium calling his name should explain something."

Tang En smiled and said, "I think so too."

The match had only lasted 50 minutes, and Tang En could no longer restrain his inner excitement. He really saw it, saw the same Freddie Eastwood in FM! The one who scored 18 in shooting, 17 in passing, 19 in penalty kicks, 18 in technique, 17 in dribbling, 16 in long-range shooting, 18 in talent, 17 in explosive power, 17 in balance, and 15 in speed genius!

The audience around the entertainment stadium shouted Eastwood's name loudly, worshiping him as a god!

In fifty minutes, he has scored six goals! Penalty kicks, free kicks, long-range shots, grab points in front of the goal, and shoot past the goalkeeper! He demonstrated almost all the ways to score goals, as if he was showing Dunn his shooting ability.

Tang En said to Moore beside him amid cheers: "What do you think now, Mr. Moore?"

"As you said, Mr. Tang En. He is a genius." Finally, there was a slight change of expression on Moore's face, and he replied with a slight smile. Obviously, the Gypsy striker's performance also conquered discerning old scouts.

"He's only twenty years old!" Tang En applauded Eastwood along with the people around him, "He shouldn't belong to this kind of rudimentary stadium, and he shouldn't belong to games without TV broadcasts and interviews with reporters! We must sign him." , he will become a sharp knife on the forest team's striker!"

"I also agree, but I still have a question, Mr. Dunn."

"Um?"

"Signing new players seems like it should be the job of the first-team manager."

Tang En turned his head to look at the old scout standing beside him, "You can think of me as the future forest first-team head coach." He saw a flash of light in the old man's deep-set eyes. "Mr. Moore, are you going to reconsider your decision to retire?"

"No, Mr. Tang En, I will not take back my decision."

Hearing what Moore said, Tang En was a little disappointed, but he still can't do it... This old man is really stubborn!

"However... You can ask me for help in a private capacity like this time, Mr. Tang En." Old Moore remained expressionless, but Tang En seemed to see an old man smiling at him.

There were cheers again, and Eastwood scored again.