Chapter 640 Volume 5 Red About Dreams

Leading the three of them through Wilford Lane, Tang returned to the youth training base where he hadn't been for a while. The branches that had withered for a winter sprouted buds, and the greenery filled this slightly deserted training base. He used to be very familiar with everything here, because he has worked here for ten years...

After briefly introducing the training base, Tang led them to the office of Ian Greenwood, the director of youth training.

Greenwood had been waiting there for a long time, really waiting, not like Dunn playing minesweeper on the office computer.

"Aha, nice to meet you, boys!" Greenwood looked delighted to see the three young men. The smile on his face came from the heart, but it was much more cordial than Tang En's acting. "I'm Ian Greenwood, the director of youth training at Nottingham Forest."

"Mr. Greenwood, hello!" The three replied politely.

"Thank you, Don." Greenwood nodded and turned to Don.

Tang nodded: "From now on, they will follow you. You are in charge of their training plan, Ian."

"no problem."

"Tell them what they need to pay attention to." Tang pointed to the three Chinese children behind him.

The three children stood in front of Greenwood, the two younger ones became tense, but Chen Jian relaxed instead.

"Welcome, kids. You will get the most systematic and formal training here...I don't care whether you can become professional players in a year or in the future, but our training is to make you work hard towards that goal. Also That is to say, here, you are not draft stars, you are just ordinary members of the youth team." Greenwood didn't talk nonsense, and directly explained various rules to the three people.

"First of all, the club does not provide collective dormitories. You, like other ordinary children, implement a walking training system. In terms of accommodation, the club has selected three families from the club's fans in public. Except for training, you live in their homes, and an ordinary child. Live with them like your children."

The three nodded, they still knew the rules. They all had some bad English before they came, but whether they can really communicate with the landlords... No one expects them to speak English fluently like a real English kid, take your time.

"Also, Chen." Greenwood turned to look at Chen Jian. "Your transfer application has also been approved, and you will continue your studies at the University of Nottingham. Did they notify you?"

Chen Jian nodded: "I have notified you, sir."

"Well. I will take you to the teams of your respective age groups to get to know your teammates in a while... You will get along together in the future, I hope you have a good time here..." Having said that, Greenwood looked at Chen again firm.

"As for you, Chen. Your training plan is a bit different. Besides the joint training part, you also have a special personal training plan."

Both Chen Jian and Tang, who was in charge of the translation, were surprised.

"This plan is specially formulated for you because you have not received very professional training. After you have completed the daily training of the team, you have to do more basic training."

Tang suddenly thought of something, and before translating, he asked in a low voice in English: "Tony gave it to you?"

Greenwood nodded, and was a little surprised at the same time: "What? Don't you know, Don?"

Tang shook his head, guessing that he got the citation...

"It's strange, I thought he would tell you everything first..." Greenwood muttered.

Chen Jian looked at the two whispering coaches strangely. Although he didn't know the content of the conversation between the two, he guessed that it must be related to him.

"That training plan..."

"Oh, it was used by George Wood, with some modifications." Greenwood said lightly, but Tang was shocked. He finally understood why Tang En told Chen Jian that the training was very difficult, and it would be too late if he gave up now...

If Tang En knew about this matter, he might swear at him, but Tang En didn't, so he was just speechless.

He looked at Chen Jian, not believing that the dark-skinned Sichuan fellow in front of him could persist in that kind of training for a year. Is this too cruel? Will the draft organizers protest?

"Coach Tang?" Seeing that Tang was lost in thought, Chen Jian, who hadn't waited for a translation for a long time, had no choice but to remind him.

"Ah... sorry. Coach Greenwood said that while you are completing the team's daily training, you have to do an extra training, which is about basic exercises." Tang translated.

Chen Jian did not express any objection, he nodded and smiled, taking it for granted. "Ah, my foundation is not very good. It's great to be able to arrange this kind of training." It seems that the Forest team is really responsible. It deserves to be a team that can win the European championship, and it's a professional football club in England...

Looking at his expression, Tang didn't even know what to say.

Greenwood's voice sounded again: "Well, good luck to you, boys!"

You really need some good luck... Tang added in his heart.

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Then follow the three children to their locker room, to get to know their teammates, and Tang acts as an interpreter. After finishing all this, he returned to South Wilford. The training of the first team had already started on the training ground, so he went straight to Tang En.

"What's the matter, Don?" Tang En took off his sunglasses and looked at his assistant.

"What's up with that training program, Tony?"

"Uh, I'm really sorry I didn't tell you in advance... We were busy researching AC Milan at the time, I was afraid I would distract you..." Dunn thought he was dissatisfied with ignorance. But Don cut him off.

"Not this, I mean you really think that training plan is suitable for Chen Jian?"

"So I made some changes..." Tang En looked at Tang, and he understood, but he was still a little surprised because he thought Tang didn't care. "You think it's too harsh?"

"George Wood is a monster, but Chen Jian is not." Tang looked serious. "I think you should reconsider that training plan. I have no objection to strengthening the basic training, but..."

"Do you like Chen Jian very much, Tang?" Tang En stopped watching the training and put all his energy into the debate with Tang.

"This has nothing to do with personal feelings. This is work. I think your training plan is too harsh for a child who is almost nineteen years old, and it does not meet the purpose of training. Regardless of whether he can become a professional player in the future, training is not torture... ..." Tang himself felt that he was very courageous at this time, this could be regarded as contradicting the head coach face to face, right? He seldom blushed with Twain—the exception was tactical disputes, which obviously had nothing to do with tactics—he always felt that Twain’s mentality was abnormal, and he could understand how a former Chinese fan who was heartbroken by Chinese football had feelings for domestic football. And the disdain and contempt of talent shows. But Chen Jian is innocent. He is not a professional player, he is not an official of the Football Association, and he is not even a relative of a professional player or team administrator. Just an ordinary football boy... No one is qualified to vent their grievances against that system on an ordinary boy.

"Do you have dreams, Don?"

He thought Tang En would lose his temper and growl at him. But Tang En just asked such a question very calmly.

Tang En, who hadn't thought of it at all, was stunned for a while, and didn't answer Tang En's question.

"Have you ever had an impulsive thought to accomplish something?" Tang En asked calmly again.

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In the eyes of outsiders, Tony Twain before January 1, 2003—that is, the current Tang—was a staid and boring person who had no interest in life.

His life was as boring as an iceberg.

Never argue with others, never get angry, never talk nonsense, never do things that have nothing to do with work, not impulsive, and have no passion, and may seem a little cowardly and timid. So after the club announced that he took over from Paul Hart as Forest's first-team acting head coach, many fans expressed disappointment with this decision, and ruthlessly abused and mocked him on the training ground and on the field. In the eyes of these typical Englishmen, football is a man's sport, you can be a gentleman, but you can't be cowardly.

However, in their eyes, Tang was a cowardly person, a person with no balls between his legs.

He didn't think about changing other people's opinion of him, because he didn't care. He lives in his own world, which is black and white, except for football or football, he only cares about things related to football.

He doesn't care if people scold him, laugh at him, despise him, call his mother a bitch, say he's not a man, say he's a clown...but he can't help but care about football, he cares more than anyone else.

He couldn't restrain his inner excitement when he thought of the first official game of the first team that he was going to coach alone.

He wants to win, and for this he has made a lot of very, very detailed preparations, convinced that he has considered all aspects properly, and that he will definitely achieve the results he wants in the competition. but……

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"I used to really want to win a game," he said.

Tang En remembered the red note pasted on the refrigerator door, the words on it and the three exclamation marks could still clearly come to mind.

"Sorry..." Tang En said softly. "But since you've had that experience, I thought maybe I could explain it to you..."

Tang didn't speak, waiting for Tang En's explanation.

"Have you ever heard the saying, Don? 'Men, there must be one thing in this life that they want to accomplish no matter what'."

Tang froze for a moment, Tang En didn't look at his expression, he was looking at the players running on the field.

"This is a line in an animation I watched when I was young. I forgot the name of the animation and the content of the story, but I remember this sentence. I was young at that time, and when I think about it later, I still feel a little excited... I I feel that as long as you are a man, you will definitely resonate with this sentence. Because everyone will have something—maybe not one thing—that must be done.”

Tang listened silently, neither expressing approval nor objection.

"Maybe it's protecting your loved ones, maybe it's working hard to make money, maybe it's fulfilling a promise... maybe it's just playing football. No matter in the eyes of others, whether it's inconspicuous or inconspicuous, that thing is all of them... At least at that time That's it. It must be done, it must be done, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how incomprehensible it is, no matter whether you have the ability to complete it... In short, I have done it, and I have done everything. You can understand the feeling huh, Don?"

Tang En withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Tang who was standing beside him.

"After Chen Jian knew about the extra training, did he express any dissatisfaction or hesitation?" He continued to ask without waiting for Tang to answer.

Tang shook his head: "He agreed happily."

Tang En smiled.

"In China, there are tens of thousands of people who like football. Many people regard playing professional football at a higher level as their dream. Some people just think about it, while others He is working hard with this goal in mind. The difference between Chen Jian and them is that he has the opportunity to realize this dream. Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, this is also an opportunity. Based on your performance in the talent show, what do you think? Will he pass up this opportunity easily?"

Tang shook his head: "No."

"Yeah, so I asked him just now, when it's still too late to give up. He said: 'I can't give up, sir'. Of course he can't give up, because it's his dream, it's his life anyway. The thing that must be completed no matter what. The training plan is a bit harsh, but considering his age and foundation, if he only uses general methods, no matter how hard he works, he will not be able to realize this dream within a year. So I asked him to follow the George Wood's original training plan, if he can stick to it, I believe his performance will not be much worse anyway, he has proved with his own actions that he has not given up, and I will consider giving him another chance." Tang En He made a gesture, "If he really can't keep going, whether it's because of physical or psychological reasons, I will never force him to stop training immediately and tell him the way to pursue his dream. Just walk here..."

"What if he can't hold on physically, but insists on holding on in his heart?" Tang asked. He believed that with Chen Jian's personality, such a situation could really happen. Although his body was no longer allowed, but he insisted on persisting, the final result was likely to damage his body.

Tang En waved his hand: "Then I have no choice but to be a villain again, drag him out of the training ground, and then kick him back to China. Tell him 'What kind of professional football? Shit dreams, you should just go to college honestly, life is not good. Gotta keep your feet on the ground'. How do you feel, Don?"

Tang was silent for a while. That's right, that training plan may be a bit harsh for football lover Chen Jian. But before everything happens, who can say he "can't"?

Anyway...

"Well, I'll be keeping a close eye on this training plan anyway. If anything goes wrong..."

Tang En interrupted. "Tang, have you noticed that you are becoming more and more maternal?"

Tang was forced to break off in the middle of his sentence and coughed.

Seeing his embarrassment, Tang En couldn't care less about the fact that he was still training, so he burst out laughing.

The two attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Boss is so happy... Has anything good happened?"

"Who knows, he's been whispering with Coach Tang since just now..."

"You won't think of any idea to torture people again?"

"..."

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Fat John, a die-hard Nottingham Forest fan, and his equally fat wife were standing outside their home as they waited for the young Chinese player the club said they had.

"Hi, hello..." Without an interpreter, Chen Jian bowed and greeted his two landlords in English. His oral English is not very proficient, so he sounded a bit stuttering. "My name is Chen Jian, and I'm from Sichuan, China. I will live and live here for a year from today. Please forgive me for disturbing you..."

Fat John laughed loudly and patted Chen Jian in front of them vigorously: "Stop talking so much, go into the house!" After he finished speaking, he went to pick up Chen Jian's suitcase, but Chen Jian picked it up even faster. stand up.

"I, I can come by myself, thank you, thank you!" The stuttering caused by the unskilled spoken language, in John's eyes, turned into the nervousness of arriving in a strange place for the first time.

"Okay. Relax, kid." John opened his arms. "Welcome to Nottingham... no, the most die-hard Forest fan in England, I guarantee you will like it here!"

Chen Jian thought he said he liked Nottingham Forest, so he quickly said, "I like Nottingham Forest, and I'm also a supporter of Coach Tony Twain!"

"Ah, yes yes, both of us. I have a good relationship with that damn guy, we often drink together. Speaking of putting you in my house, it was his idea..." Because I realized what I just said Dirty words, what John said later was a little vague.

Because of this, Chen Jian did not understand his English that passed quickly.

He didn't bother to figure out what the landlord meant by these words, he looked curiously at his "home" in England.

He never thought that winning the draft and being eligible to come to Nottingham Forest for a year of training would be considered a dream come true.

After Wang Yang found out that he was the unluckiest of the three—because he was assigned to the weakest Bolton—he said with some discouragement that he didn’t want to be a professional player when he came to the UK, he just came to experience it. The atmosphere of the world's top professional football, nothing more.

Chen Jian didn't think there was anything wrong or bad about what Wang Yang said. Because that's Wang Yang's business. Anyway, his goal has not changed since he decided to participate in the auditions for each division in this draft. I just want to play professional football. Perhaps in the current Chinese football environment, it is a shame to want to play professional football, but I just want to.

For me, Chen Jian, coming to the UK is not the realization of a dream, but the final sprint.

One year, never give up!