Chapter 13 Newsman Tang En (Part 1)

After waking up in the morning, Tang En still had some pain near his temple. I drank a lot with Walker at the Forest Bar in Burns yesterday, because I was in a happy mood. He still remembered how the people in the bar congratulated them, and Burns was also very happy, because he invited almost all the drinks yesterday.

The only pity is that Dunn didn't see Michael and the others. Maybe they feel embarrassed themselves, and change to a bar for the party.

After sitting on the bed in a daze for a while, Tang En got up, dressed and washed. Then when he was looking for breakfast in the kitchen, he saw the red note pasted on the refrigerator door.

Looking at the oath of "must win" above, he sighed softly.

Twain has accepted the fact that he is the acting head coach of the Forest team and has changed from a Chinese to a British. He took out a simple breakfast and put it on the dining table, then went out to take out today's newspaper from the mailbox, and began to flip through it.

As an ordinary Chinese citizen, he did not have the habit of reading newspapers while having breakfast. It's all about the British genes in the body. It seems that my body has to adapt to this split living habit for a long time.

Turn the newspaper directly to the ninth page, which is the sports page. He saw many reports about yesterday's game. Because this is the Nottingham Evening Post, a local newspaper in Nottingham, a lot of the pages are naturally about the Nottingham Forest match. Tang En roughly scanned it. Basically, they described the thrilling match yesterday. Twain was already familiar with the course of the match, but it gave him a different feeling when he described it from someone else's pen. Seeing those reporters describe himself as a handsome man, Tang En was in a good mood.

But what happened next was not so good. It is not known how the reporters found the fans who had been in the dressing room. The media gave mixed reviews on this matter. Some said it was no big deal, and that special circumstances were treated specially. Tony Twain was also doing it for the team's performance and to inspire the players' fighting spirit, and the effect was very good. Another part of the media criticized Tang En's irresponsible approach. They believed that the locker room was a sacred place, and not all cats and dogs could enter it. No matter what the reason is, this approach is not worthy of praise and advocacy.

Tang En scoffed at this. He didn't think there was anything sacred about the locker room. The media thought it was sacred only because they couldn't get in, so it was full of speculation and whitewashing. Let them see for themselves the Forest team's locker room at halftime yesterday, and no fool will think it is sacred.

He tossed the newspaper aside and went on to breakfast. Suddenly, I found that the headline of another newspaper was very scary and eye-catching.

"We were raped!"

The word "rape" (Rape) was magnified for special treatment, blackened and bolded.

Does this sound familiar... Huh? Isn't that what I said at the press conference yesterday? Take a look at the photo below this statement, it is exactly what he said at the press conference.

Ha, it's a cover character. Tang En grinned, picked up the newspaper and read it carefully. There is no substance, just two penalties for the referee yesterday.

"...Tony Twain has every reason to think that his team was raped by the referee and the FA..."

Hey, I didn't say anything bad about the FA!

"Judging from the post-match video, the two penalties are a bit far-fetched. If the last offside ball is barely justified, then Dawson's goal was called an offensive foul, which is a bit outrageous."

Tang En nodded, I like this tone. It's really outrageous, very outrageous.

"...our reporter asked John Baker, the official of the Football Association in charge of refereeing affairs. He said that the Football Association is studying this matter and the game video, and can not give any answer at present. But he thinks the word 'rape' is obviously It was not appropriate. Then we interviewed the referee Winter, who insisted that there was nothing wrong with his call..."

Yawning, Tang En threw the newspaper in his hand aside. He remembered that he had one more important thing to do this morning. Sitting here reading the newspaper is such a waste of time.

Forty minutes later, he stood at the gate of the Royal Hospital of Nottingham University, which was open to the public. It was a six-story building made of huge bluestone, with two gargoyle statues standing on both sides of the gate, which made him feel that it was not like a hospital, but more like a dark monastery in the Middle Ages in Europe.

Tang En's so-called important thing is to come to a credible hospital for a brain examination. Ever since he possessed this body that day, he was worried about whether there would be any sequelae, and in order to make it easier to gag some people's mouths in the future, he chose to come to the most authoritative hospital for an examination.

The Royal Hospital of the University of Nottingham has served the England national team and the Football Association. Dunn believes in the level here.

After passing a screaming ambulance, Tang En walked around the flower bed, stepped up the steps, and walked into the hall.

Standing at the registration office, he said to the fat lady who was busy working inside: "I want to register for a brain surgery account, the best brain surgery expert here..." He didn't know which one to contact for his problem, so he simply Talk about a general "brain surgery".

"An appointment, sir?"

"Uh, no." Tang En rarely went to the hospital, he hated the atmosphere and smell there. I didn't know that I had to make an appointment for a brain examination.

The fat lady raised her head, then froze. Then she picked up the phone at hand: "Professor Constantine. There is a patient here who needs you..." Tang En couldn't hear the words after that, he felt that the fat lady seemed to be avoiding him, so he turned his face away Going outside, I was bored watching the people coming and going in the hall.

"Sir, please go to Room 415 on the fourth floor, Professor Constantine will be waiting for you there." The fat lady handed out a note with a number printed on it.

"Thank you." Tang En took the note and turned to leave. The fat lady picked up a newspaper on the table and compared them carefully. That was the newspaper Tang En saw at breakfast time. Under the words "We were raped!", there was a large frontal photo of him.

Take the elevator to the fourth floor, and find room 415 smoothly according to the house number. He knocked on the door, and a slightly sharp voice sounded inside: "Please come in."

Tang En opened the door and saw a messy desk facing the door, behind the computer a man about fifty years old was working hard. Hearing the sound of the door, he raised his head and saw a pair of squinted eyes under the glasses.

"Mr. Tony Twain?"

"How do you know?" Tang En was a little surprised, he didn't remember notifying his name.

The old man pulled out a newspaper from beside the computer, on which was a large photo of him and the words that were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar.

Tang En rolled his eyes. The old man laughed out loud. "Just now Ms. Lilis told me that a patient who looked like the head coach of the Forest team came to see a doctor. To be honest, I thought she made a mistake because she never watched the Forest team's games."

Tang En nodded to express his understanding: "Women..."

"No, she is a loyal Notts County fan." The old man came out from behind the table and took out a disposable paper cup. "Please sit down. Would you like some hot coffee?"

"Thank you." Tang En really wanted to find a chair to sit down, but there were all kinds of materials almost everywhere, and he felt that standing was a problem. Don't talk about sitting down.

Professor Constantine also saw Tang En's predicament. He put the paper cups on the table, picked up the messy pile of papers on the sofa, and placed them casually on another sofa. Tang En always felt that these papers might overwhelm that poor sofa.

The old man smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's too messy."

Tang En nodded to express his understanding: "I only have one question. How do you quickly find the information you need from these piles of paper?"

"It's all here." Konstantin pointed to his head, "Those papers...well, I actually used them to line the cups."

It was only then that Dunn realized that under the coffee cup in front of him was a piece of paper full of formula numbers. He has no words for the old man.

"Actually, I can probably guess what Manager Tang En is looking for me for."

"oh?"

Constantine took out another newspaper from the pile of waste papers, and there was a picture of Dunn falling to the ground on it. Tang En rolled his eyes again.

"Yes, I was hit here..." Tang En touched the back of his head and said, "I found that I am completely different from my previous self, as if I have changed."

Constantine sat at the corner of the table, looked at Tang En with interest, and motioned him to continue talking.

"Well... the me in the past, I didn't smoke, I didn't drink, my life was extremely regular, I didn't have any nightlife, I was taciturn, and I didn't fit in very well." Tang En spoke out the personality and living habits of Tony Twain in his memory , "You won't see me directing the game loudly from the sidelines, and you won't see me come to you and talk so much. Kenny Burns said that I am like a puritan, although I know I am not, but I am picture."

"And now you are enthusiastic and lively, outgoing, with rich body language, and hot-tempered. Life is not so regular, and you can also swear, act impulsively, and reckless... In short, use the opposite of the description just now This is you now." Constantine added for Tang En.

"Exactly, how do you know?"

"It's easy to draw those conclusions from your words and deeds. Well, I have heard some anecdotes about the situation you mentioned before. Someone suddenly became another person after some stimulation, and you can easily tell Street names thousands of miles away, and even speaking a completely unfamiliar language. Of course, these are anecdotes, rumors that have not been scientifically proven." Constantine rubbed his chin and smacked his lips, then he waved his hand, "Come on , let us give you a comprehensive brain examination first."

Half an hour later, Dunn and Constantine sat in room 415 again and continued this topic. The coffee was already cold, but no one cared, Tang En never took a sip at all.

"From the inspection, your brain nerves are all normal and intact. It seems that you have not been hit by any external force... I can even declare that you are a healthy and normal person." Constantine held a stack of computer analysis reports Said to Tang En. "Of course, this is only the result of a preliminary analysis. My personal suggestion... I need to continue to observe you..."

Tang En quickly waved his hand: "This is not good, I have a job, so I can't..."

Constantine raised his eyelids, looked at his patient from above the frame, and said with a smile, "Don't worry. My observation is not to lock you in a secret room and scan you with instruments all day long."

"Then how do you observe me..."

"Well..." Constantine pushed his glasses and said seriously, "I need to see you often, so you have to open up your work to me, including training and competitions."

Tang En thought of a question: "You don't want to watch free games, do you?"

"Ahem! Manager Tang En, you can't doubt the professional ethics of an old medical professor."

"That's not okay. How do I know that you won't tell those media about our training? You know they want to find out about the inside of the team."

"You can't doubt the affection and loyalty of a three-generation Forest team fan to the team."

Tang En still shook his head: "I don't think my head hurts or dizziness, there is nothing abnormal at all. I came to you just to confirm, since you have said that I am normal, then I don't need to leave a brain surgeon and neurologist here I'm around, and the whole of England knows I've got a problem with my head."

"Manager Tang En, that's just the result of a preliminary analysis. You know that high technology like computers is always unreliable..." Constantine was a little anxious.

Tang En squinted at him, and the anxious look on the old guy's face immediately disappeared. He picked up the cold coffee and took a sip.

This old fox. Tang En cursed in his heart.

"In this way, I allow you to come during training, but you can't appear on the coach's bench or the bench during the game. I can find you a good position in the stands so that you can 'observe' me. Training is not You can come anytime, anywhere, you can only come if the reporter is not there, and you have to call me in advance before you come."

Konstantin thought for a while, "Ordinary stands are not acceptable. It's too noisy for me to work in." He intentionally put a heavy emphasis on "work". "I want a box seat."

Pushing an inch... Tang En continued to scold in his heart.