Chapter 508: Volume 4: The Storm David's Raiders

"America!" Dunn exclaimed, startling Beckham on the other end of the phone. Even though the airport was taking off and landing planes, he still had to put the phone away from his ear.

"What's the matter, Tony?"

Tang En, who realized that he had lost his composure, coughed quickly: "It's just... I'm surprised, aren't you from Spain, why did you suddenly go to the United States?"

"I was injured recently and couldn't play the game, so I just came to the United States to negotiate a contract." Beckham explained.

Tang En's heart hung up again.

"Transfer contract?" He asked jokingly.

Sure enough, Beckham's laughter came from over there: "How is it possible...it's just an ordinary business contract."

Tang En was slightly relieved.

"By the way, is there anything you want from me, Tony?" Beckham asked.

"Uh... going to say Merry Christmas..."

"It's only ten days now." Beckham smiled happily.

"In advance...Ask in advance, I know you are very busy. Then I won't bother you...I wish you a good time in the United States."

"Thank you Tony, then I will also say Merry Christmas in advance."

After hanging up the phone, Beckham frowned. Victoria looked back at him: "What's the matter, David?"

"Tony, Tony Twain's phone number."

"That friend of Shania's?" Victoria remembered.

Beckham nodded.

"Is there anything he wants from you?"

Beckham smiled: "What else can I do? He wants me to play football in England."

"To play football at Nottingham Forest?"

"Um."

While the two were talking, they had already walked out of the airport passage, and the fans and reporters waiting outside saw the Beckhams finally appear, and they all became commotions.

Beckham stopped talking with his wife, raised his hand and waved to those waiting here, with a smile as bright as the sunshine in California, USA. Suddenly, there was another burst of female screams.

"So what do you think, David?"

As if Beckham didn't hear his wife's question, he just continued to put on a show in front of the camera and the public.

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The next day Tang En paid attention to the news about Beckham going to the United States. It was mentioned in newspapers and TV networks that Beckham took advantage of his injury to go to the United States, but he only attended a news event in New York to promote his own brand. Just a press conference.

There's no mention of his contact with the LA Galaxy or MLS.

Only then did Tang En feel relieved. It really seemed like an ordinary business meeting.

The side effect of this news is that Beckham has further fallen out of favor in Capello's heart. The Italian iron coach believes that his behavior of going out to participate in commercial activities privately does not have the professional ethics that a professional player should have, and is a blatant challenge to his authority. Beckham's bench is getting firmer...

On the same day, Alan Adams approached Tang En excitedly.

"Tony, I heard that you and Beckham are friends?" Allen yelled loudly as soon as he entered the head coach's office.

Tang En was reading the news on the Internet. Hearing Alan's voice, he closed the webpage and looked up at him: "That's right, we still had dinner together."

"It's easy now... You know Beckham has had a bad time at Real Madrid recently, right?"

Dunn guessed Alan's intentions, and he shook his head: "It's useless, Alan. I asked him at the beginning of the season if he wanted to return to England to play football, but he refused without hesitation."

Allen didn't give up at all: "It was the beginning of the season. At that time, Beckham must still be full of longing and fantasies about his new head coach. It's different now... Didn't you read the news just now? Capello I am very dissatisfied with Beckham's private trip to the United States this time."

"Beckham said he had the approval of the club's top management."

Allen waved his hand: "Who can tell clearly about this? But this is not something we need to care about. Now the whole world knows that he is unhappy at Real Madrid, and many clubs are scrambling to ask him to join... I know, after this Christmas, he will be free. It will not cost a penny transfer fee." Allen seems to have seen a golden future.

"Beckham...do you know what he means in the commercial market, Tony?" His tone was a little high, a little emotional.

Tang En nodded: "Of course I know."

"That's good, that's good... What advantage does our Forest team have over other teams?" Allen pointed to Tang En and said, "You are his friend, this matter will be easy. You can persuade He chose to join Nottingham Forest, not as the head coach of Nottingham Forest, but as his friend, just like a heart-to-heart conversation. When he is confused about the future and feels pain about the status quo, you can call him and talk to him. He talks heart-to-heart on cold winter nights..."

Allen spoke vigorously, completely ignoring Tang En who was at the side, dancing and describing the illusion in his mind.

Tang En leaned on his chair, tilted his head and watched Allen perform.

This person is a little disturbed by the huge commercial value of Beckham...

When Allen finally finished speaking, Dunn put his hand on his chin and asked, "Allen, I admit that your idea is great, but you are a little too wishful thinking. Do you know how deep David's affection for Manchester United is?"

Hearing Tang En's question, Alan was stunned for a moment. He really didn't think about football. The starting point of what he just said was that if Beckham came to the Forest team, how many jerseys would he help the Forest team sell, how much international influence would he help the Forest expand, and how much he could help the Forest team. How many new big-name sponsors have been brought in for the Forest team...

Seeing that Alan's face was uncertain, Tang En quickly smiled and waved his hands: "I don't mean to blame you, Alan. Your idea is very good, although it is only from the perspective of business operations. But isn't it your job? ?Football matters are the scope of my consideration. But I think we need to integrate everyone's opinions. You just said your thoughts, do you want to listen to mine?"

Allen made a please gesture.

So Tang En told Alan about the conversation he had with Beckham when he had dinner with Beckham last time.

After hearing this, Allen was stunned for a while. "He really said that?"

Tang En nodded.

Allen stopped talking, and sat on the sofa scratching his head. Dunn could fully understand Alan's mood at this moment.

For a person who faced a huge golden mountain and tried every means to hollow out the golden mountain, he was suddenly told that the golden mountain was just an illusion and could not be dug out. What was it like? It is not too much to say that there are ten thousand ants crawling in his heart, right?

——I don't want to be enemies with Manchester United, so I won't go back to England.

The words Beckham said to him back then sounded in Tang En's ears again. He turned his gaze to the blue sky outside the window.

Do you still think so, David?

When Tang En was lost in thought looking at the blue sky outside the window, Alan Adams behind him stood up.

"Although he said so... I still think we should work hard."

Tang En looked back at Alan with some surprise.

"It's just that I think it's better to convince David Beckham himself than to convince his wife." Allen continued. "Victoria is the only one who can influence him."

"But I can't convince Victoria..." Tang En spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

"No, you can." Allen said firmly. "Have you forgotten how you and Beckham met?"

A thought suddenly flashed in Tang En's mind.

Shania and Victoria are friends, so he and Beckham became friends...

"Okay, I'll try. But I won't promise anything." Dunn also wanted to talk to Beckham again. Naturally, Alan doesn't need to say much about the commercial value, he also knows how rich it is. Even from a competitive point of view, Beckham is also a player he hopes to get.

Excellent passing ability, whether playing as a full-back or a defensive midfielder, there is no problem. Active running and professional attitude can also set a good example for the young people in the team. Older is a bit older, but it is just right to be older. After playing for a few years, he can be promoted and come in to take over, and transition to a new era smoothly...how wonderful.

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"...David Beckham is in big trouble, but has he had less trouble in Spain? Ever since he moved to Real Madrid, he's been in all sorts of trouble, on the pitch. , off the pitch, at home... Now, his time at this century-old club is finally coming to an end."

Huge LCD TVs with the latest sports news. Capello expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Beckham's private trip to the United States when answering questions from reporters at the team's regular press conference.

"...he is a professional player, he should know what it means to leave the team and go to that kind of place at this time..."

With everything in the picture, Beckham appeared in the circle surrounded by reporters: "...I have the permission of the club's senior management..." After finishing speaking, he got into the car and walked away.

"Beep—" The screen went black and the TV was turned off.

"Stop watching this." Beckham stood behind Victoria in his pajamas, TV remote in hand.

Victoria turned to him and smiled. "Time to think about the future, David. America is a nice place, Los Angeles to be exact."

Beckham frowned and didn't speak. Recently, the smile on his face has been reduced a lot, except in front of the public media, he has this expression most of the time.

"I'm tired of the attitude of Real Madrid," Vittoria continued. "It's clear they don't want to renew your contract. Everyone here sees you as a nuisance. It's best to leave."

Beckham came around and sat down, "Of course...leaving is the best way. But where do you go after leaving?"

"Have you forgotten the development plan I made for you, David?"

Beckham shook his head lightly.

"Los Angeles is very good, people there want you to go, you will get a higher treatment than here, and then we can..."

Victoria didn't finish, and Beckham interrupted her: "But, there is a football desert."

"David—" Victoria prolonged her voice, "You should think about your life after retirement, you are no longer young."

"Is thirty-one old?" Looking at his wife, Beckham smiled.

It must be admitted that the development plan that my wife made for herself is very good. Go to Los Angeles to play football for a symbolic few years, and then develop into the entertainment circle as a matter of course. able to continue the business. It is not uncommon for players to act in movies after retiring. There is one in England—Vinnie Jones. He played at Wimbledon, then retired from Queens Park Rangers, and then went to Hollywood to develop. Now he is considered a It's a stable second-tier movie star.

But to be honest, Beckham doesn't think he has the talent for the drill. When the film crew of the movie "Become Famous" came to Real Madrid to shoot, they were needed to be actors. He felt very awkward. Compared with the feeling on the court, it was a completely different world...

Helplessly, my wife is very keen on these things.

Sometimes, he felt that he owed Victoria too much... In order to take care of him who played football in Madrid, Spain, she sacrificed her career in England and followed her to Madrid, which was outside the circle of fashion and entertainment.

"Look at your feet." Victoria pointed to Beckham's legs, "It's full of injuries, I don't want to push your wheelchair and go for a walk with you in the future, David."

Feeling his wife's concern for him from these words, Beckham put his arms around his wife's shoulders: "How can it be so scary? There are many retired players, but not many wheelchair users."

The atmosphere was developing in a direction suitable for the couple's wonderful night life. At this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang.

Beckham was also very helpless about the ringtone that ruined the atmosphere. He smiled at his wife, let go of Victoria's arms, stood up, and walked over to answer the phone.

"Hi...Tony?"

It was Tang En's call.

"Hello, David."

"A Merry Christmas in advance again?" Beckham asked with a smile.

"Ah, not this time. Shania will go to Madrid for a catwalk in a few days, and she won't be able to spend this Christmas in England, so I want to go and spend a day with her. And by the way... invite you and Victoria to have a meal. Go up Last time you invited me in London, this time I should invite you back."

Of course Beckham knew that the invitation back was just an excuse. It seems that the head coach of the Forest team has a "soft spot" for him. The other party extended the invitation so warmly, and he had nothing to refuse.

"Okay, I agree. Set a time and we'll see you then."

After hanging up the phone, Victoria was lying on the back of the sofa and looking at him. "Is it as simple as just eating together?"

Beckham smiled: "Obviously not."

"Hello, David. Do you want to go back to England?" Victoria asked suddenly.

Just like that time at the airport, Beckham froze for a moment, but this time he could no longer evade answering by waving and smiling with fans.

Victoria looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Beckham was silent for a while, and could only shake his head: "I don't know."

At the beginning, he firmly shook his head and denied that he would not return to England, but now it has become "I don't know"...