Chapter 703: Volume Six, Crimson, Forty and Confused

George Wood started England's game against Andorra and performed well. When he was substituted in the 80th minute, England were two goals ahead and winning the game was no longer a problem. That's why Capello was relieved to replace him-with him on the field, England's defense was indeed much more stable. It's not just the defense that benefits, England's offense is also more threatening because of him. After all, the offense is launched from the midfield. Capello arranged for Wood to be responsible for defense alone in this game, while everyone else attacked. As for the "three virtues" issue, Capello did not use England's most accustomed 442 formation in this game, but instead played 433. George Wood dragged himself behind to defend, while Gerrard and Lampard stood in front, between the attacking midfielder and the shadow striker. This maximizes their offensive capabilities without distracting them from defense.

However, the problem of attacking the core has not been resolved. Gerrard and Lampard are players with very strong offensive capabilities, and they both serve as the core of the offensive organization in their respective club teams, but who should be the core in England?

Although in the field of computers, dual-core CPUs are more powerful than single-core CPUs, it cannot be understood so simply on the football field. After all, people are not computers, and one more core may cause mutual interference, and in the end, no one can perform well. Just like today's Brazil team, Dunga is having a headache on how Kaka and Ronaldinho can coexist on the court.

If Gerrard is the core, then Lampard's performance will be limited; if Lampard is the core, Gerrard will not be able to play his best level.

England's 2-0 victory over Andorra was not directly related to the outstanding performance of Gerrard or Lampard. Both goals were scored from set kicks. George Wood's appearance only made England's defense more stable, and his direct contribution to the offense was not much.

After this game, England's players will continue to stay in the national team and prepare for the qualifiers on September 11. And Capello still has time to make adjustments to the team's lineup tactics.

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The first team didn't have any matches, and Twain had been in the reserve team during this time, supervising the training and competition of those players who didn't have the task of playing for the national team - the reserve team league.

Aaron Mitchell is training hard to adapt to the new position of center forward. The progress was very slow at first. After all, he played as a central defender for seven years, and some habits are not so easy to change. The difference between a central defender and a striker is also very large. Changing positions is not as easy as simply changing the name. There is a lot of knowledge in it. Mitchell had no choice but to experience it slowly by himself.

Shaheen's progress also made Dunn very pleased. With the help of psychologists and coaches, he was trying not to avoid physical confrontation on the court. It was a little daunting at first, but I'm finally doing it. Twain has already decided to let Shaheen represent the Forest team in the League Cup next month. If Shaheen can successfully return to the level before the injury, the Turkish Football Association should really send a pennant to Dunn and Nottingham Forest.

After training, Tang En would sometimes ask Chris Lark and Tang to go to Burns's bar for a little drink together - of course Tang only drank non-alcoholic beverages. Chat with Fat John and Thin Bill gang, then go home with Don.

Life is simple.

However, if he was not busy, did not drink, and was not with his friends, Tang En would still feel a little lonely. The house is not small, and there is no one there most of the time. Every night before going to bed, he had to go through Shania's room to drain the toilet. Sometimes he would stop suddenly and look inside.

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"Hey, Tony. Shall we go for a drink tonight?" After the training, Chris Lak greeted Dunn warmly. Tang also looked at him.

Unexpectedly, Tang En shook his head and refused this time. "I have something to do, so I won't go. Go by yourself."

Chris Rack looked at Tang, and just about to open his mouth, Tang said first: "In that case, I'll go home directly." He was not interested in bars, and he only went there in the past because Tang En was going, so we could chat together. Since Tang En didn't want to go today, there was no need for him to go to that kind of place that he didn't like very much.

Chris Rack sighed helplessly: "Okay. If you don't go, what am I going to do there alone?"

Tang En chuckled: "You'd better go home and be with your wife honestly, David! People who have children, don't run to bars all day long."

Chris Rack shrugged and walked away. Tang En looked at Tang: "You should go back too."

Don nodded. He didn't ask Tang En what he was going to do, he turned around and left.

What is Tang En going to do? In fact, it is still drinking, but in a different environment. He didn't want to go to Burns' bar today, there were too many acquaintances there, and someone would always come to talk to him with a glass of wine, and there was never a moment of free time.

Why did he suddenly decide to drink in a different bar? Because he suddenly remembered that tomorrow is his birthday, Tony Twain's birthday.

In almost five years since coming to England, he has never had a birthday. The first year was because he couldn’t remember when the birthday of the owner of this body was. In that year, the phenomenon of memory loss was a bit serious. She couldn’t remember many things. Now he remembered some, but he still couldn’t remember some others, but Those are very long memories, and it’s okay if I can’t remember them. In the next three years, he knew that Tony Twain's birthday was September 9th, but he didn't care about it. On the one hand, it was someone else's birthday, and on the other hand, he was always very busy. When he thought about birthdays, the time had often passed. As time goes by, I don't bother to think about boring things like birthdays.

Not everyone takes birthdays very seriously. Tang En remembered that he was not a person who cared much about this aspect before. There are still parents at home, and when he was studying and working alone, he never gave himself a birthday—he had very few friends, and it was too silly to buy a cake and blow out candles by himself, remembering what year, month and day he was born That's fine, there's no need to do so many tricks.

It is estimated that Tang, like himself, is the kind of person who doesn't care about birthdays, because since Tang came to Nottingham, Tang En has never seen him celebrate his birthday. By the way, Tang's birthday is on August 8th, which has already passed. Just when the Olympic Games were about to start, Tang En even joked that his birthday party was directed by Zhang Yimou. Tang En didn't respond to this, which made Tang En feel that he had told another bad joke.

But this year, Tang En, who didn't care about his birthday so much, remembered his birthday.

Because he suddenly thought of tomorrow, his body would be forty years old...

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forty years old!

It's a scary age.

Tang En was still thinking about this question when he was drinking himself in a bar in downtown Nottingham that he had never been to before.

I have never cared about age before, and it can even be said that he has always felt that after time travel, his age should be counted from the age of 26, so this year he is only 31 years old, and there are still many young people of this age in China Not married at all.

The reality is very cruel. He can feel that his body is slowly getting old. This is a natural law that cannot be stopped or turned a blind eye. Although in football, the media and others still call him "Young Marshal" and say he is "young and promising", but football is a special world. Here, players at the age of 30 are called "veteran" .

Forty is indeed old.

As the Chinese saying goes: At thirty, one stands, and at forty there is no confusion.

At the age of thirty, he should start a family and start a business, and now he is forty years old and still alone - from now on he must treat himself as a person who has really lived for forty years.

He felt that he should seriously consider the "home" thing.

The messy bachelor room needs to be tidied up, you can't always go to Burns's bar for fast food after work, handjobs and call calls can't be with you for the rest of your life... Most importantly, he is not a celibate, nor is he gay, Sexual frigidity, never been hurt by a woman when I was a child, psychologically not abnormal, not a hardcore member of the "Die to Die" group, not hostile to society, women and family. Then this heart is always hanging alone and has nowhere to go, and it will feel uncomfortable in the dead of night.

Recently drinking together, Chris Rack always looked at his watch as soon as the time came, and then complained endlessly that he would be entangled by his wife when he went back late. While saying, "Having a woman in the family is troublesome, even drinking is unpleasant", while bidding farewell to Tang En obediently, and rushed home to accompany his wife.

Tang En asked Tang. Does Chris Rack want to stay and have a few more drinks, or does he really want to go back to spend time with his wife.

Tang thought for a while and shook his head and said he didn't know.

Without a family, it is estimated that it is impossible to experience the taste.

Thinking of his family, Tang En felt even more troubled. He gulped golden alcohol into his mouth.

Because he found that his living circle was pitifully small. Except that football is football, I used to think there is nothing wrong with it, this is the life he wants. Now when he wants to find a woman in his life circle who he likes and can live with, he can't find it—99.9% of them are men.

In fact, Tang was like him, but Tang was still young, just twenty-seven years old. His future is very long, and he has enough time to plan his life and meet the person he likes. For the first time, Tang En felt that he was pressed for time. Ten years will pass in a flash, and I will be fifty years old by then, over half a century... I didn't have any idea about this age before, but now I think about it and I feel chills down my spine.

How could a forty-year-old middle-aged man with a weird personality and an unpleasant temper have a woman he likes?

This is a very lively bar. The excitement is not because there are many people chatting loudly, but because the music is playing here, and the young men and women are having fun together. This is not a traditional bar, but a younger and more fashionable one, like a domestic disco.

Tang En found this place by chance. He didn't like this kind of loud music. To him, this music was not as pleasant as the singing in the stands of the city stadium. But now he can achieve the state of being completely deaf to these music and noise. He just sat in a corner by himself, drinking one cup after another. But when something bothered him, he would drink until he was drunk, and the troubles would naturally disappear.

His appearance attracted someone from another corner.

"Can I sit here?" A female voice rang in Tang En's ears.

Tang En raised his eyes and looked at the other party. A woman with brown hair and fair skin was sitting in front of him with a wine glass and a smile on her face. She couldn't see her face clearly because his eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

He is not unfamiliar with such an opening statement. On some occasions, he often meets, and the other party must be very coquettishly dressed women in sexy clothes. They sit down with a smile, you buy them a glass of wine, and then do whatever you want...

Tang En wasn't in the mood at first, he didn't come to this strange bar to satisfy his physical needs. But when he saw the other's brown hair, he hesitated and changed his mind.

"Aren't you sitting here already, miss?"

The woman smiled.

"You are so beautiful, miss." This is a hypocritical compliment, but also an instinctive conditioned reflex. Tang En would always say that when he saw a woman who took the initiative to strike up a conversation. Now he can't see the other person's appearance clearly at all. On the one hand, he has drunk too much, and on the other hand, the lights are dim. What caught his eyes was a field of white flowers—the other party was wearing very little clothes.

"What's the matter, beautiful lady?"

"Curious about you, can't you?" The woman smiled.

"It can be regarded as a reason." Tang En nodded, then squinted his eyes and stared at the other party and asked, "But do you know who I am?"

The woman looked around, and under the blaring music, men and women were still having a carnival.

"What does who you are to the two of us on a night like this?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, this is a tacit understanding...

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The sound of a car engine turning off came from the street outside the house, and after a while, the sound of unlocking a lock sounded in the dark house. The door was opened, and the light from the street lamp outside came in, and two elongated figures appeared at the door.

"This is my home, it's a bit messy...but don't mind, ha." Tang En pointed to a woman in his arms with his tongue tied inside the gate. "You have to know, a single middle-aged man is like this..."

Tang En threw off the leather shoes on his feet, and started to turn on the lights in the dark.

When he just turned on the light, another familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"You have such a colorful nightlife, Uncle Tony."

Tang En turned around in surprise, and found that his little fairy was standing on the stairs at this moment, looking down coldly at him, and the coquettish and fashionable woman he met in the bar who was still in his arms...

This scene is extremely strange. Tang En thought that he drank too much and had auditory and visual hallucinations. He looked at Shania, and then turned his head to look at the bar girl who was baffled by what happened suddenly.

He felt that his brain, drugged by alcohol, was not enough.

"This is... what's going on... ah?" After a long time, he burst out such a sentence.

"It seems that you are doing well by yourself, so I am relieved. Goodbye, Uncle Tony. Besides, it's just past zero, happy birthday." Shania took out a backpack from the room, walked down, and greeted the two with a cold face. The individual waved his hand and walked straight out the door. Soon there was the sound of starting a car, and then, a white Mercedes-Benz jeep passed by Tang En's door.

"She, she is..." The woman pointed at Shania who had gone away, a little surprised and puzzled.

The cold wind whizzed in from outside the door, and a layer of sweat appeared on Tang En's forehead - he had already sobered up from the wine.

Shania came back from abroad specially. It's just... why did it become like this?

This time, the woman looked at Tang En with even more surprised and puzzled eyes. Tang En found that he was still hugging him until now, so he quickly let go. "Sorry, sorry... I don't know what happened. But tonight..." As he spoke, he took out a few banknotes from his wallet and handed them to the other party.

Seeing Tang En's action, the woman's expression turned cold. She stared at Tang En, and said in a completely different tone from when chatting at the bar: "I think you made a mistake, I'm not a prostitute. Mr. Tony Dunn."

After saying this, the woman also turned around and left Tang En's house. Like Shania, drove away.

At this time, Tang, who heard the movement next door, ran over, and when he entered the house, he found Tang En standing alone at the door in the empty house, as stupid as a pillar.

"What happened? Where's Shania?"

Tang En turned to look at him: "You know? Have you seen her?"

"As soon as I came back, I saw the lights on here, and I came to have a look out of curiosity, but I didn't expect Shania to come back. I wanted to call you and ask you to come back. But she said she wanted to surprise you, I didn't ask me to call... She came back specially to celebrate your birthday, and she even said that she would give you a birthday present... By the way, where is she?" While talking, Tang looked around for Shania shadow.

"Don't look for it, let's go." Tang En sat on the sofa dejectedly, covered his face with his hands, and rubbed vigorously, trying to make himself more awake.

"What happened?" Tang also felt that the atmosphere was not right at this time.

"I don't know." Tang En spread his hands, "To put it simply, I ran out to drink, and then brought back a woman. Then I saw Shania. Then Shania left, and then the woman was in front of me. I left when I wanted to give her money."

Tang looked at Tang En with the eyes of a Martian: "How much wine did you drink, Tony?"

"I don't know, I haven't counted."

Tang sighed and sat down beside Tang En, muttering, "That's why I hate drinking..."

The two men sat on the sofa in silence. The door was open, and the outside wind was blowing in, which made people feel a little cold.

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PS, the morning chapter has been updated. There will be another update at 6:30 in the evening, thank you for your support~

Friends who are upset, don't rush to vent, just read the updates of these two days! I promise it's not a big deal, it's just a crucial step for him to see the people around him clearly.