Chapter 485: Volume 4 Storm Did You Do It?

When the sun rose from the east in a new day, Bell opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep. After he saw clearly the environment he was in, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

This is indeed in the team's dormitory, not in a kiln in Amsterdam's red light district.

Throughout the night, he kept repeating a dream in which his boss found out about his stroll in the red light district of Amsterdam. The boss didn't lose his temper, but seeing his disappointed expression was like a sky-falling nightmare for Bell.

He dreamed that he was kicked out of the training base in Wollendamm, packed his luggage and boarded the plane back to England, and then was surrounded by countless media at the airport. All kinds of embarrassing questions for him.

Surrounded by jeers, he couldn't move or breathe...until he woke up.

Bell turned over and sat up, his back was wet with sweat, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, and Lennon had already got up.

He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to wake himself up.

Lennon came out of the back bathroom. "Go and wash your face, little monkey."

"Aaron." Bell turned his head to look at his good friend, "We...will be fine, right?"

Lennon froze for a moment, then shrugged with a smile: "What can be the matter? Didn't we come back on time yesterday? No one found us over there, everything was perfect!" He made a "V" gesture, "Go wash up, and then go out to eat breakfast. If you don't go, there will be a problem."

Hearing this, Bell stood up from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

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Tang En stretched on the bed before getting up. The weather in the Netherlands is much better than that in England. It is really a wonderful life enjoyment to wake up in this kind of place listening to the singing of birds and smelling the fragrance of flowers.

Sleep is the most important activity in a person's life. Only adequate sleep can ensure a full day of work and study.

The head coach has the privilege of not having to live in the same room with anyone, and Twain lives alone in a dormitory.

Just as he finished washing and came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The person who opened the door surprised Tang En. He originally thought it was Tang or Chris Lark, but he didn't expect it to be the reporter Pierce Bruce who also lived in the training base.

"Good morning, Mr. Reporter. Are you going to start the interview so early? But I haven't dressed yet." Tang En spread his hands. He was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs and his upper body was bare.

Bruce's expression was not very good, he shook his head: "Tony, I think there is something I must tell you..." Then he handed several newspapers in his hand to Dunn.

"I just got a call from a friend in the morning telling me what happened last night. I wasn't surprised by that, but the bad news is that the rest of the media didn't think so..."

Tang En looked down at the newspaper in his hand, there were Dutch and English, and the common feature was that they all posted four photos on prominent positions on the sports page, and the protagonists on the photos were all three familiar faces—Ash Leigh Young, Alan Lennon and Gareth Bell.

The shot is not clear, a little blurry, and the angle is not too good, it can be seen that it is a candid shot. And the background of these three faces is...the bustling street under the neon lights.

"It's just shopping together, what's the fuss?" He wanted to return the newspaper in confusion. "I let them roam freely every night, don't the players play in town these days?"

Bruce didn't answer, but pointed to the photos in the newspaper and said: "These photos were not taken in Volendam, but in Amsterdam."

Hearing this name, Tang En was a little surprised. He looked down at the photo carefully, trying to see some clues from it.

"It was taken in the red light district of Amsterdam," Bruce went on. "A few English journalists who were going there for fun came across these three people in the street..."

Tang En looked up at Bruce who was still explaining to him, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

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The nutritionists and cooks brought by the Forest team are responsible for the three meals a day. The whole team, from the coaches to the players, all eat together without any exception.

During breakfast, everyone gathered together to eat and chat. Ashley Young, Bell and Lennon got together and sat in an unobtrusive corner, discussing last night's excitement in a low voice.

Bell didn't seem to be paying attention, he was looking around.

"Hey, little monkey, what are you looking at?" Ashley Yang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Bell's eyes, but did not attract his attention.

"The boss is not here." Bell said while looking around, "Assistant Tang and Assistant Chris Lark are not here..."

In the end, his voice trailed off, a little panicked.

Hearing what Bell said, Lennon and Ashley Young hurriedly looked up and searched the crowd, but they did not see the figures of the three coaches.

Usually everyone eats together, like the head coach and assistant coaches, why are they not here this morning?

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of panic on each other's faces.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lennon looked at Ashley Young.

Ashley Yang didn't know how to answer him, but murmured, as if comforting Lennon, but also as if convincing himself: "Maybe they have something else..."

Just when the three of them were uneasy, Tang En finally appeared at the door of the restaurant with two assistant coaches.

Tang En first stood at the door and glanced at the team, and then led someone to find an empty table to sit down and start eating.

He didn't say anything when he scanned the audience, his face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what was going on in his heart.

The three of Ashley Yang could only eat hurriedly with their heads down, hoping to leave this uncomfortable place as soon as possible.

Just when they finished their meal in twos and were about to get up and leave, Tang En spoke.

"Young, Lennon, Bell."

The three of them froze.

"Come to my room in thirty minutes. I have something to discuss with you..." Tang En said casually with his head lowered. The porcelain plate made a crisp sound when it hit.

After Bell heard the voice, he shrank his neck suddenly. He seemed to have seen that the things in his dream were gradually becoming reality...

The players were a little surprised that the boss suddenly called three people to his room. They looked at the three teammates standing in the middle of the restaurant in surprise, not knowing what happened.

"You can go now." Tang En waved his hand, he was still holding a table knife, shining brightly in the morning sun.

As soon as the three of them left, there was a lot of discussion in the restaurant. Everyone was guessing what mistakes the three had made, because the boss' voice sounded like he was definitely not in a good mood right now.

Tang En ignored everyone's guessing voices, and he dealt with the ham and fried eggs on the plate without saying a word. It's just that when he chews, his movements are a little bigger...

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Thirty minutes later, three team members appeared in Tang En's room with mournful faces.

At that time, Tang En was watching TV——the TV was on, and he was staring at the screen, but the Dutch language that he couldn't understand came out from the speaker, and what was playing was an extremely boring direct TV commercial...

Hearing the three people push the door in, Tang En waited for them to stand by the bed for a while before turning to look at them.

"Why do you have such an expression? Didn't you guys have a great time last night?" He held the TV remote control in his hand and played with it repeatedly.

When the three of them heard this, they felt as if they had been hit by a bolt from the blue, knowing that what happened last night had been revealed. Before they came, they hid the past from Li Li, but now it seems that the prepared rhetoric is completely useless.

"You must be guessing how I know?" Tang En threw the newspaper over, "If you don't pay after having fun, people will come to your door."

This is of course ridicule. The three of them looked down and saw that the photo of themselves playing in the red light district appeared in the newspaper. They understood everything... It must have been secretly photographed by a reporter.

Now "people get stolen goods at the same time", any refutation is useless.

The three were completely silent. Bell was silent because he was afraid, while Ashley Young and Lennon didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you talk, men? Oh, should I congratulate you for becoming men last night? You will go from childish to mature, from mature to more mature... so fucking ripe!" He showed no sign The swearing made the three bowed people tremble in fright, the calm before the storm finally passed, and the big raindrops were smashed down by the strong wind.

"No, I didn't..." Bell tremblingly opened his mouth to defend himself.

"You don't have anything to do with you? Gareth Bell, that's amazing, how does a woman's body feel? And you, Alan Lennon!" Tang En looked at Bell's bedmate, "I hope you sprint on a woman Don't be as fucking fast as you are on the pitch!"

Bell was so scolded that he didn't dare to speak anymore, so he could only bear it silently with his head down.

The look on Lennon's face was also embarrassing.

After scolding the two younger ones, Tang En turned his gaze to Ashley Yang. His tone softened a little: "Yang, I know... just with those two boys, it's impossible to think of going to that kind of place anyway, right?"

Ashley Yang knew what the boss meant by saying this, he nodded: "It's my idea, boss. It has nothing to do with them, I forced them away."

Tang En moved his face closer and stared at Ashley Yang carefully.

"You are quite responsible..." He withdrew his gaze and turned to the other two boys. "But don't try to get me any impression points with this. You three...I'm not against you looking for women to entertain your boredom, but not now! Do you know why I'm so angry? I'm not arrested by those motherfucker media When it comes to you, I am not afraid of them, if they want to make a fuss, let them do it!"

He waved his hand vigorously, really didn't care.

"Remember what I told you when I came here? What did I say? I told you not to go there, right? Do you remember? Did you forget, or did you say something completely inappropriate to me as a manager? What's going on?"

There is no answer to this question.

"I...we didn't forget, boss, it's not...it's not serious..." Ashley Yang stammered, "It's just..."

"It's just sex over reason, isn't it?"

"That's right..." Ashley Yang nodded hastily.

"So, do you really do it?"

Ashley Yang suddenly realized that he might have been fooled, and he quickly shook his head again: "No! We just went there to have a look, and came back after turning around! Absolutely didn't do that...No!" Just kidding, if he said I really did it myself, and the boss's expression doesn't know how scary it will be, this can't be said absolutely. "We're just curious, there's never been a place that's been put out there like that... So, we wanted to go and see... Look, that's it, boss."

Tang En listened to Ashley Young's explanation quietly, then looked at Bell and Lennon. "Did you do it?"

The two shook their heads: "No..."

Tang En stared at Bell for a long time, then turned around and walked back to the sofa, sat down on his buttocks, and crossed his legs.

"Really didn't do it?"

This time the three of them replied in unison: "I really didn't do it!"

After being silent for a while, Tang En sighed: "I am very disappointed in you... You are professional players, you rely on this to make money and live on this. Your body is the only thing you can rely on and trust, but you don't know how to cherish it. I don't want to give an example. Ever since modern football came into being, how many talented players in this world have been ruined by indiscriminate private lives. You should know this better than me, because your body is your own! There is no loss for me, I will find a group of good players, and what about you? Go to the low-level league to hang out, and think about your own...fucking glory days!? I still That sentence: Who do you think you are playing for? Because of my request? For the club and the team? For the fans? You are fucking playing for yourself, for the rest of your life! This is work, you have to Seriously, this isn't a goddamn street play game!"

Tang En took a breath and looked at the three people who bowed their heads without saying a word.

"It's no longer a question of whether you did or didn't do it. It's a question of your attitude, your attitude towards professional football. Professional football is fair, it will not treat anyone who works hard and plays seriously, and will not give special treatment to anyone. A bastard who wants to cheat, cheat, and opportunistically! I hope you will remember this sentence and think about it... What kind of path are you going to take?

In the first few years of his career, he had a lot of glory, a lot of money, honors and beauties, no worries about food and drink, and what he wanted, he was admired by thousands of people. Then quickly fell to the point where you went to low-level leagues to seek opportunities. Is this the way you want to go? "

The three shook their heads at the same time.

"You are still young, and you still have a long way to go. I hope you can take care of yourself..." Dunn waved his hand, signaling that they could leave, "Oh, yes, go back to normal training. After training, do it in front of the whole team. Review and admit your mistakes. I won’t fine you, but you don’t want to participate in the invitational tournament.”

The three nodded and left the room. This punishment was kind enough for the three of them. At least Tang En didn't send them to the reserve team in a fit of anger to reflect.

Seeing that the door was closed, Tang En rubbed his temples.

What Tang was most worried about happened, but what Tang was worried about was the impact on the club and the team as a whole. What Tang En was worried about was the impact of this kind of incident on the future of the three parties. He doesn't want the person he fancy to become the next Whiteside (the famous talent star of Manchester United and Ireland in the 1980s, who retired prematurely at the age of 26 because of alcoholism and frequent injuries) or George Best (if it wasn't for Alcoholism and women, he could have become another football king), corrupt private life After the commercialization has fully invaded football, it has ruined an unknown number of talented players, as many as the sky is full of stars.

Gareth Bale, Aaron Lennon and Ashley Young are among the outstanding youngsters he personally selected, and he hopes that these people can still play high-level football for the team for more than ten years in good health, Instead of being sold by him prematurely. You know, he watched these young people grow up step by step with his own eyes. To a certain extent, it was as if he had raised the grown-up children with his own hands and sold his own children. Who would want to do this?

Wouldn't Ferguson have been heartbroken when he sold Whiteside and McGrath?

What was Wenger's mood when he decided to give up Pennant?

"Tony." At some point, Tang himself opened the door and entered.

"Ah?" Tang En came back to his senses and looked up at the assistant coach standing in front of him.

"A lot of reporters surrounded the training ground... more than ever."

Tang En snorted, "The swarm of sharks that smelled blood finally came?"

"look……"

"Tell them that after training, the club will hold a temporary press conference, and ask questions at that time. Now, no interviews will be accepted!"

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