Chapter 145 Volume 2 The Sky of Nottingham This Is Eastwood! (Down)

In fact, the reason why the media were so "aggressive" against an unknown player was mainly because Tang En announced a "password ban" after the incident with Millwall, not allowing any players and staff to accept interviews from the media. The team's training has changed from open to closed. Not to mention reporters, even fans can't find their favorite players to sign on the sidelines of the training ground.

The fans are okay to understand, for the team's performance. But the media is different. If you do not allow them to interview, you are tantamount to denying them the opportunity to make news and prevent them from making money. The competition in the English media is fierce, and those journalists who run the front line may lose their jobs if they can't write reports. So the media hope that all clubs can cooperate.

However, Twain didn't understand the truths. He just thought that the team needed a quiet atmosphere, adjusted their mentality, and prepared for the next series of important games. So simply announce the closed training of the team. Unexpectedly, he offended the media who still liked him very much. Even his new signing, Freddie Eastwood, also suffered bad luck. Even his personal living habits became an excuse to question his ability.

Twain has read all these media articles. For a new player, facing such doubts is almost like a catastrophe. Because he hasn't done anything yet, he has already been completely denied. The psychological quality is almost drowned in the saliva of the media.

But Tang En was not in a hurry, because he found that Eastwood did not show any influence on him during his usual training. Either the gypsy never read the sports papers, or he had great confidence in himself. Tang En was more inclined to the latter, based on what he knew about this gypsy these days.

To this end, he put the Gypsy in the team's squad for the Stadium of Light, and if the time is right, he will consider letting Eastwood play. There is no better way to refute those ignorant media than with practical actions.

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January 6, the morning before the game. Sunshine rarely appeared in the sky of Nottingham, which brought a good mood to Tang En who came to the training base early to wait for the players.

For the away game, the team will gather this morning, and then go to Sunderland by car together. In the afternoon, they will go to the Stadium of Light for training to adapt to the venue and prepare for the next day's league.

At the gate Tang En saw the familiar blue trailer, which was parked quietly inside the gate. Tang En followed the path outside the training ground and saw a man and a horse walking towards him unsteadily in the distance. The crisp sound of horse hooves broke the morning tranquility of the training base.

"Good morning, Freddy." When the other party approached, Tang En raised his hand in greeting.

"Good morning, sir." Freddie jumped off his horse, taking the reins in his hands. It seems that he is in a good mood.

"Are you used to living here?"

"It's nice, it's quiet here, no one bothers you. Serim and I like living here."

Tang En nodded: "That's good. If you have any difficulties in life, you can bring them to the club. Everything can be solved... Uh, except for building stables on the open land."

Eastwood smiled. He patted the black horse's neck, and then combed it's shiny mane: "It's doing well in the pet store. Serim and I searched a lot before we found someone willing to take it in. Yes, other houses don’t have such a big place.”

"Well, you said you were a Forest player, I think they would be more happy."

"Yes, sir. I told you, otherwise the owner of that store would not have been willing."

Tang En chuckled: "Freddy, when you score a goal in the game, I think the boss will rush to sign you another pet feeding contract."

The topic naturally shifted from trivial matters to competitions.

"Have you read what the media have said about you?" Tang En asked.

Eastwood nodded. "I've seen it all, nothing new, just the same words over and over again." He shrugged again, and said with a little disdain, "There is no evidence that I can't play football well. Will I play in this game, sir?"

Tang En shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know, it depends on the situation of the game. If we can't break the stalemate for too long, I might consider playing you. I only bring you as a striker. If you want to be a striker The adjustment, only you can change."

Seeing that Eastwood didn't speak anymore, he just kept stroking his beloved horse. Tang En asked, "Can you tell me why you like to warm up on horseback before the competition?"

"I don't know why... I have always liked horses. Maybe riding a horse for a walk can calm me down and make me less nervous. In fact, it is the same. I am never nervous about the upcoming race." East Wood spoke his answer. Tang En believes that this is the secret of why he can keep scoring goals - a normal heart.

I don't care whether there are reporters paying attention, I don't care about the doubts in the media, I don't care how much money I make every week, I don't care if the life in a station wagon is shabby, I don't care how people look at him, whether they are looking forward to or disappointed, He never thinks about these things that have nothing to do with him.

Countless people care about how much they get all the time, and as a result, they lose more. Eastwood, this simple gypsy just wanted to play football, so he got his first professional contract in his life.

Thinking of this, Tang En said to him: "Freddy, you already know the rumors about me in the team, right?" It came out of Enns's bar.

"Is that the wizard rumor, sir?"

"It seems that you already know it, that's right! I have the ability to predict!"

"Is it more accurate than our gypsies?" Eastwood asked with a smile.

"Of course! Freddy, you will score many, many goals in the future, get trophies and medals that you hug with both hands, and then make a lot of money." Tang En pretended to be mysterious. "At that time, you can buy a piece of land, build a small manor by yourself, build a stable, and have a good time riding a horse every day!"

Eastwood laughed loudly: "Thank you sir for your suggestion, I will seriously consider it, if I really make that much money..."

"No, no, it's not a suggestion, it's a prophecy, a prophecy. You will succeed, I never lose sight of people!" After speaking, Tang En looked at his watch. The time was almost up. "You go back to have breakfast, the time for the team to gather is coming soon."

Eastwood bid farewell to Tang En, got on the horse, clamped his legs, and rode away amidst the neighing sound.

Behind Tang En, the red Forest team bus had already stopped at the gate of the club base.

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Sunderland, Stadium of Light. There is a large screen sandwiched between the two full stands, which clearly shows the participating teams, the game time, and the current score:

Sunderland against Nottingham Forest, 77 minutes, 0:0.

There was a lot of people in the stadium. Although the home team is currently unable to start the situation, Sunderland fans are still singing loudly to cheer for the team. Twain has seen such scenes a lot in the city stadium, and he has long stopped lamenting that "the quality of English fans is high".

At this very moment, Freddie Eastwood, wearing jersey No. 23, was standing on the sidelines, waiting for dead time.

He will replace the defensive midfielder Eugene Pope, and Gareth Taylor as the double arrows. Twain is going to make a fatal blow.

Twenty-year-old Freddie Eastwood has experienced ups and downs in his life this year. He was born in the West Ham United youth training camp and his future was ruined because of a bone fracture. Unemployed at "home", he can only help his father sell second-hand cars. It seems that this will be the case all his life. He has a few children with his wife, and then lives in a caravan, living a traditional gypsy life. But he returned to the court, but it was just an amateur game without stands or televised, and he hoped to prove that he could still play, even though his dream of becoming a professional player seemed to be getting further and further away from him.

Until one day more than a month ago, a man approached him and asked him, "Freddy, do you still want to play professional football?" The fire of dream in his heart was rekindled.

This man is the only one who believes that he can still play professional football, so he joined the team coached by this man, and now he ushered in his first game on behalf of the team, although it was less than fifteen years before the end of the game Minutes away.

A minute ago, the man called himself to him, told him to take off his warm-up vest and get ready to play. Without any extra words, he just told himself: "In essence, there is no difference between a professional game and an amateur game...so shoot more after receiving the ball, whether you are outside the penalty area or inside the goal area."

He chewed gum, his face relaxed. The boos and singing of the Sunderland fans in the stands can't scare me, nor can the fourth team in the First Division frighten me. Because, in essence... there is no difference between the amateur game and the professional game, both are played on the same size court. The goal will not be so big because it is an amateur, and the football will not be heavier because it is a professional game ball.

"The Nottingham Forest team made adjustments. They replaced the defensive midfielder Eugene Pope with the striker Freddie Eastwood they just introduced from the amateur league." John Mortensen explained in a very stylized manner. This time, I didn't see any difference in the substitution. "Coach Twain wants to strengthen his offense. He doesn't want to go back to Nottingham empty-handed. But there is nothing we can expect from this substitution. A striker with a broken leg who only played in the amateur league...although I don't think Twain What a philanthropist the coach is, but you really can't expect too much from this young man," he said, shaking his head.

Finally, the Forest team got a front court throw-in, and the fourth official once again held up the sign prompting substitutions.

Pope ran down panting, high-fived Eastwood and returned to the bench.

On the live radio, a male voice was announcing the visiting team's substitution. There was a burst of boos from the home team stands. Not every visiting team player will enjoy such "treatment". Obviously, the 0:0 score not only made the Sunderland players on the field impatient, but also made the "Black Cat" fans in the stands feel very bad.

"Go back to your country caravan, gypsy!"

"We'll break your leg again!"

"Amateur league boy, this is not the place for you!!"

Eastwood, who didn't hear anything, ran to the sideline, ready to catch throws from his teammates.

The Forest team's server deliberately delayed the game time, which caused dissatisfaction among the Sunderland fans, and the boos in the Stadium of Light went up to a higher level. Freddie Eastwood caught the ball thrown by his teammates amidst boos that were deafening enough to cause a heart attack.

He took the ball calmly, turned around, and no one came up to defend him. Yes, who cares about an amateur player who broke his leg in his debut? He dribbled the ball in the middle, but no one came up to press him.

Tang En's words rang in his ears again: "...shoot more after receiving the ball, whether it's outside the penalty area or inside the goal area."

So he knocked the football forward a little bit, supported his body with his left foot and leaned back slightly, and swung the right leg that had been kicked off... His body was like a tight bow. After letting go, he suddenly burst out Huge energy!

Far - shoot!

The football flew towards the goal like a cannonball, and the Sunderland goalkeeper jumped high, but only caught the wind brought by the football passing by. Behind him, the net was violently lifted!

"EASTWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!" Mortensen yelled loudly, "A shot of genius! What a beautiful goal! A long shot from thirty meters!"

The huge boos at the Stadium of Light disappeared without a trace at this moment, and everyone was shocked by this shot! The mouths that spewed profane words opened wide and forgot how to close them.

After the goal, Eastwood rushed to the sidelines excitedly, knelt on his knees and glided on the turf. Behind him, the players of the Forest team were rushing towards him!

Watching Eastwood being pressed down by his teammates from the sidelines, Walker excitedly shouted in Tang En's ear: "Tony! You are right! He surprised us all! He surprised Sunderland." Everyone was shocked!"

Tang En was not as excited as Walker, he just stood in front of the coach's bench and applauded. Because he already knew that Eastwood could do it, he could score goals, and he could score more goals.

On TV, Eastwood's long shot from 30 meters away was replayed, and Mortensen's excited voice continued: "This is his first shot after seven seconds on the field! Seven seconds a goal Ball! No one knew him seven seconds ago, and now allow me to reintroduce you all - Ladies and Gentlemen! This is Freddie Eastwood!!"

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