Chapter 50: A True Legend (Part 2)

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun slanted in through the huge glass windows and shone on the table. The gold rings on the ceramic teacups glisten in the sun, and the golden cookies seem to be baked naturally in the sun, exuding a tempting aroma on the plate. Black tea with sugar, warm afternoon, people sitting and chatting together, this is the traditional British afternoon tea time.

After finishing her work, Mrs. Clough sat next to her husband, smiling, and quietly listening to the men chatting. In January this year, his husband had a liver transplant and has been recovering. The doctor said that the operation was a success, so she was relieved. Because the old man liked drinking and smoking when he was young, his physical condition was so bad that his life was once threatened.

Especially when he retired from the forest team coaching position, for a period of time, the husband in the eyes of his wife lost the brilliance of life. It's a great thing to see a husband who is as radiant as he is today.

Walker vividly told the boss about the play that Dunn played in the locker room. When it came to a group of fans rushing into the locker room, and then the players looked shocked. When Bowyer cried out, Clough laughed loudly. stand up. Amidst the boss's laughter, Bowyer could only drink his tea in silence with his head bowed in embarrassment.

Before Tang En thought that his topic would become the protagonist of the afternoon tea, he did not expect that after Walker finished telling this story. Clough laughed happily and left him aside, then went to ask the three old subordinates about their lives today, and by the way recalled the years of fighting together and the anecdotes about the locker room, which made Tang En this The "audience" feasted their ears. Both Bowyer and Burns were the main players who won the European Champions Cup twice with Clough. Walker can only be regarded as a junior in front of them. As for Tony Twain... Don't look at him as the highest among the four, but he is also the lowest. He can't talk about many topics. His own memory of football in the late 1970s and early 1980s is almost blank, so he can only take this opportunity to add some relevant knowledge.

As a pure fan, being able to be in this kind of place and experience this kind of scene must be something to be excited and proud of. He will listen to the conversations of the older generation of players and coaches with relish, not missing a single word. But for Tang En, who had already identified himself as a coach, he was a little bit disappointed.

He originally thought that he would be appreciated by the king, and the topic of the whole afternoon revolved around him. They praised him, affirmed him, supported him...but nothing happened.

He began to lose concentration and turned his head to look out of the window more often. Although he thought that what he did was concealed and natural, it still fell into the eyes of one person.

When the last cookie fell into Walker's stomach, Clough stood up with his wife's support. "I think it's time for my dog ​​walk."

Everyone understood that it was telling them that tea time was over. So they also stood up and said goodbye to Clough and his wife politely.

Tang En bid farewell to them with his mouth pursed, feeling very disappointed. Nothing happened this afternoon, and he even felt that he wasted a precious afternoon.

After waving goodbye to the leader who was holding Sam at the door of Clough's house, the four drove back to Nottingham.

On the way home, Walker noticed that Tang En was not in a good mood. He rolled his eyes and roughly guessed the reason.

"Tony, want to hear a story?"

"Hmm..." The answer was weak. This is really like a child who is angry because of disappointment, Walker snickered in the back row.

When Burns saw Walker's expression, he asked with his eyes, and Walker pointed his mouth at Dunn, so Burns understood in his heart.

"Do you know Roy Keane?" Walker asked.

"Of course I know." Who doesn't know? Manchester United's current captain, the Premier League, and even the world's premier midfielder.

"When Keane played his first game for Forest, we lost but he was doing well. Everyone was talking about the Irish kid who played for Forest for the first time. They were all saying:' Hey, who's that kid?'”

Tang En, who was sitting in front, shrugged: "Except for the results of the competition, it's a very successful debut."

"Everyone thought so, including that kid Keane. Then the next morning before the team practiced, Keane met the boss in the locker room. The boss first asked Keane's name..."

Tang En interrupted Walker: "It's impossible for him not to remember the name of the player he sent on the field yesterday."

"Of course he remembered, but he asked anyway. Keene replied honestly, 'Roy.' And then...do you know what the boss did after that?"

"I don't know." Tang En shook his head.

Walker laughed: "The boss took off his muddy boots because he had just come back from walking the dog on the pitch. He said to Keane: 'Roy, can you clean this up for me? ' Roy agreed immediately without any hesitation."

Hearing this, Dunn turned his head and looked at the smiling Des Walker.

"Is the story over?"

"There is also an epilogue: Later, the little furry boy who helped the leader shine shoes became the leader of Manchester United and the captain of the Irish team."

Tang En looked at Walker, and Walker also looked at him. After a while, Tang En nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you, Des."

"You should thank the boss. But if you must thank me...buy me a drink tonight." Walker nudged Burns and got him another deal.

"No problem, you can drink as much as you want!" Tang En, who understood Clough's painstaking efforts, immediately recovered, and his voice became much louder.

Looking at the continuously extending road ahead, Dunn felt that what he gained this afternoon would be enough for him for the rest of his life. Clough told him a very important thing.

Boy, you are just a rookie in this industry who debuted less than half a year ago, no one will pay attention to you, and now you are getting carried away? too early!

The golden shepherd dog jumped happily in front of the old man. It got into a bush, and then a few yellow wagtails were startled above the bush. They chirped, and Sam, who obviously only cared about his own happiness, broke into their home.

After condemning the "robbery" of the shepherd dog, these beautiful yellow-green birds circled helplessly above the bushes for a while, then flew over the old man's head, drew an arc in the air and turned to the distance.

The dog ran back from the bushes, and the old man leaned down and scratched its neck: "You damn dog, you scared away our guests. The bullshit bird...that's a bird I haven't seen for a long time. "

Sam whimpered, seemingly aggrieved. The old man smiled and patted the dog hard on the back. "Okay, I know you didn't mean to. Go play!"

The pet dog barked happily and ran away again, and the old man stood up slowly. His eyes looked over Sam, over the pasture, over the old windmill by the small river, over the woods in front of him, over the hazy city in the distance... and stretched to a place far, far away.

The low bushes are scattered on the field in early spring. The fallen leaves of last autumn have long since melted into the soil after a winter, and the tender green grass comes out. The breeze blows, bringing the smell of the soil and the fragrance of the grass. This is the smell of spring.