Chapter 22 Away: Coventry (Part 2)

The forest team's red bus stopped at the designated place. When Tang En led the players down, he found that the fans around were all Forest team fans wearing red jerseys. They came here specially to support their team. Although this game only gave them about 2,000 tickets.

Tang En saw Michael at a glance. He hadn't seen this guy since that FA Cup match. He put his hand to his mouth and made a shh gesture at Michael. Michael pretended not to see him with a stern face, while Dunn laughed heartily and followed the players into the side gate of the stadium. Fans shouted from behind: "Forest! Forest! Nottingham Forest!!"

Amidst the shouts and singing of the fans on both sides competing with each other, the team entered the locker room, ready to change clothes and prepare for warm-up. Because Twain was suspended, he couldn't step on the court, so he could only stay in the locker room when the team was warming up.

"You only have twenty minutes!" Walker drove the players out of the locker room like a shepherd. He looked back at Tang En, who was sitting in front of the tactical board, thinking, and then closed the door and went out.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Tang En recovered from his contemplation. Walker must have thought that he was thinking about tactics just now, but in fact what he was thinking had nothing to do with this game. Too many things happened in the past half month, one after another, as if a roaring train was approaching him, so he had no time to calm down and sort it out. Well now, there is no one in the locker room, and he can think about the situation and the future he is facing.

But at this moment, the door opened again. The closest was Ian Bowyer. Tang En was a little surprised that he appeared in the locker room. Obviously, this person didn't come back to find something.

"I have something to tell you, Tony."

"I have something to tell you, Ian."

The two realized immediately that they wanted to go together. Tang En smiled, and then motioned for Bowyer to speak first.

"It's like this. I decided to leave the team after this season is over." Bowyer's first words startled Dunn.

"What?"

"Hereford`United asked me to coach and I've said yes to them."

Tang En opened his mouth wide and looked at Bowyer standing in front of him with a surprised expression: "When did it happen?"

"a week ago."

Hearing this, Tang En suddenly stood up from his seat, "Ian, you can't do this...the team needs you!" He wanted the old man to help him, but he didn't expect to hear this bad news. "Your experience can lead them forward..."

Bowyer shook his head: "Wrong, you are the one who can lead them, not me."

"Uh, are you still angry about that?" Tang En asked cautiously.

The other party smiled: "Tony, you really broke your brain."

"ah?"

"You know who I have the best relationship with on the team?"

"who?"

"Paul, Paul Hart."

Tang En looked at Bowyer with the eyes of an alien.

"Paul often mentions you in front of me. He is really optimistic about you. But regarding the decision to let you take over as the head coach of the first team after the new year, I have a big disagreement with him." Bowyer said, but Twain seemed listening to stories. "I have to admit that I really want to be the head coach of this team, and I also think I have the ability. But the most important reason is that I think you are not ready. I know you very well. Guys don't know either. Honestly, if it was you before New Years, I'd be against it. I don't think you're good enough to be the head coach of this team. Your first game sucks."

Tang En thought of the scene where he was knocked to the ground by Johansen, and he felt ashamed when he thought about it afterwards.

"However... your next performance opened my eyes." Dunn knew that Bowyer was referring to the halftime break and the second half of the FA Cup match. "Maybe it was God's plan to let you fall to the ground, and he gave us a completely different Tony Twain than before. At that half-time I saw the quality of you to be a good head coach. You know, Paul Always a good eye for people, whether it’s the players or the colleagues, he thinks you can be a good manager, which I always dismissed. Now I believe it. You really can.”

"But, Ian..." No matter how Bowyer put a high hat on himself, Tang En still couldn't bear him to leave. It is always better to have an extra right-hand man by your side than to be a poor commander. Walker has just retired from being a player, and he is not reassuring as a coach. He still has a long way to go to become a qualified coach. Think about the first half against West Ham, he didn't play well.

It can be said that I have just come to a strange place, and such an experience is always insecure. And Bowyer just can give him this sense of security. He needs someone by his side to remind him, teach him, and maybe even criticize him. In short, if he wants to become a real professional coach, instead of a civet cat replacing the prince's substitute, he needs someone like Bowyer.

Bowyer is a very smart guy. "I know what you're worried about, Tony. Don't worry, I won't leave the team until the end of the season. Before that, we still have half a season. In addition, Des has a lot of experience, and he can be effective. Help you adjust the atmosphere in the locker room-although I think you are a master of adjusting the atmosphere yourself."

Tang En looked at Bowyer and said nothing.

"Although I have played for the team for a long time, although I am respected by them... But now I may not be suitable for the current Forest team. The closer Des is to them, the relationship between them will be more harmonious. I Some are behind the times... and you and Des are the ones who can lead them. Also, Hereford gave me a chance to be the head coach, and I would love to return to Edgar Strait court."

Tang En still didn't speak.

"Okay, do you have anything to say to me?"

Tang En sighed: "I originally wanted you to stay... There is no need to say it now."

"It's not that bad, at least there's still half a season left." Bowyer patted Dunn on the shoulder, then turned and walked out.

Looking at the back of Bowyer going out, Tang En murmured: "What a jerk, half a season later the devil will know if I'm still here..."

Twenty minutes later, the team came back, ready for the next game. The pre-match tactical arrangement was still presided over by Walker, with Bowyer helping out, while Twain remained silent. Bowyer glanced at Tang En, thinking that he was still unhappy about his departure.

He didn't know that Tang En was just taking this opportunity to study silently. He has told Walker everything he needs to say, and Walker will tell the team these things. One day when Twain thinks it's okay, he will replace Walker himself and become the real head coach. But not now.

After studying their opponents, the coaching staff decided not to make any special arrangements for this game, and to play with the team's usual tactical lineup. After Dunn heard the arrangement, he didn't say anything, and acquiesced to the work of the coaching staff. In fact, he didn't know what he should say. The members of the coaching staff were professional coaches, so what was he?

He decided to observe halftime first, and then make adjustments at halftime, as he did against West Ham. From that game, Twain not only gained great confidence, but also discovered one of his strengths. Compared with the pre-match arrangements, he was better at directing on the spot. He likes the feeling of being caught off guard.

The pre-match preparation time passed quickly, and Walker hoped that Twain, the head coach, would say a few last words. It was his good intentions to let the players know who was the real boss. But looking at these pairs of expectant eyes, Tang En felt a little silly, what should I say?

He suddenly thought of the game on the 4th, the overwhelming atmosphere in the stadium, and the fighting spirit shown by the players on the field.

"Remember the last FA Cup match?"

The players all smiled and nodded, and some even clenched their fists.

Tang En opened his arms, "What else do I need to say? Just go to the game like that!"

After all the players ran out of the locker room, Tang En was the last to go out. When I went out, I saw two well-dressed men standing at the door, "Mr. Tang En?"

"Ah, it's me." Tang En was a little surprised.

"We are the FA Disciplinary Committee..."

Hearing the other party announce such a long list of names, Tang En moved his head closer. "Is there such an organization?" Seeing the other party's expression turned pale, he quickly laughed, "Just kidding! Of course I know there is such an organization! What do you want from me?"

This question stunned the other party, and Tang En quickly laughed again: "Just kidding, of course I know what you are looking for! I have no plan to go to the stadium with them..." Tang En pointed to the players who ran out and said .

The two nodded, "We are responsible for supervising your execution of the suspension, so I am sorry that you have to watch this game with us."

Tang En let out a strange cry. "Doesn't the Disciplinary Committee have beautiful staff?" He thought of Faria Alam. Although he didn't think that woman was so beautiful at the time, at least she was better than the two old men now. "Of course, this is also a joke. I will be with you..."

He patted the shoulders of the two of them, indicating that he was quite friendly and didn't need to be too nervous. "let's go."

"First, sir. You need to turn off your cell phone and all communication tools."

Tang En took out the phone from his pocket, quickly removed the battery, and showed it to the two until they nodded.

"BP machine?"

"Brother, it's the 21st century now." Tang En shook his head impatiently.

"Intercom?"

"Listen man, I'm a football coach, not James Bond. If you're going to ask me next if I have a wireless bluetooth walkie-talkie, a pinhole microphone, a phone disguised as a lavalier, and sunglasses that are actually tiny computers, you can Leather shoes or pens for making pistols... or something, my answer is: none of them!" Tang En was angered by the other party's stern questioning attitude, he threw away two people from the FA, and walked straight to stadium stands.

The two FA staff dressed as "men in black" looked at each other behind them, then shrugged and followed quickly.