Chapter 765: Volume Six, Crimson, Robin Hood and the Forest

After George Wood said goodbye to his mother at the door, he opened the door and walked out to find that the outside of the house today was a little different from the past—a white jeep was parked on the side of the road, with a person standing in front of it.

When the man saw him coming out, he greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, George."

"Boss?" Wood was a little surprised. This is the first time he saw the team's head coach when he went out to practice. And obviously he was waiting here specially. He looked back at the housekeeper, "Since you're here, why didn't you come in?"

"I just arrived too." Tang En told an obvious lie.

"Is there anything you can do with me?"

"Stop by here, let's go to Wilford together?" Tang En patted the Mercedes jeep behind him.

George Woodgui is the highest paid man in the Nottingham Forest team, but now he doesn't even have a car and runs to the training ground every day. Perhaps from this aspect, it can explain why his physical fitness is so good...

Wood looked back at his home again, then walked over, opened the car door and got in.

Dunn drove the car very slowly, it was still early, and he was not in a hurry to get to Wilford. Because there are some things that are more appropriate to say at this time.

"George, you have been absent-minded recently, have you encountered any trouble?"

Of course, Wood knew that the boss came to pick him up for training for an unprecedented time, and he must not be "passing by". But he still wanted to fight back at Tang En: "Didn't you say that I'm looking for a girlfriend?"

Tang En coughed: "This...just joking. I received a call early this morning, and my friend told me that AC Milan had contacted you in private?"

"No contact, just talked to my agent Wookes."

Tang En smiled: "Getting in touch with him is equivalent to getting in touch with you. He is your manager, and he can make decisions for you in many cases. I heard that AC Milan promised you a lot of good conditions. You can treat me Tell me?"

"The weekly salary is higher, all portrait rights. And..."

Having said that, Wood paused.

"Anything else?" Tang En asked.

"They promised to pay my mother for medical treatment."

Tang En sneered in his heart. In order to get the world's number one defensive midfielder, AC Milan simply spared no expense. We all know that it started from George's mother...

But on second thought, yes. He is not a fool, of course he is looking for George Wood's weakness.

But Tang En had something to say: "George, let me say something you probably don't want to hear—your mother...is your mother's illness a problem that money can solve?"

Tang En held the steering wheel with both hands, and turned to look at George Wood who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Wood didn't answer the question, he just reminded: "Look ahead, boss. You're still driving."

Without turning his head, Tang En continued to look at Wood and asked, "Do you really think that having a lot of money can cure your mother's illness?"

Wood pursed his lips and didn't answer, but the expression on his face was already a bit ugly.

"George, if you want to make more money, you want to play for a real giant and gain more fame. You said you are going to AC Milan, and I understand. But if you are for your mother... I I can’t promise. Can you cure your mother’s illness by going to Italy? You accompany her every day, and you probably know her physical condition better than those Italian experts..."

"Stop!" Wood said suddenly.

Tang En stepped on the brake obediently.

Wood turned around and was about to open the door.

Tang En didn't bother to pull him back, he just yelled loudly from behind: "George Wood! You know it better than anyone else, don't you!!"

Without saying a word, Wood opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"When are you going to make your dream come true? Be realistic, okay?!"

What answered him was the loud sound of Wood slamming the car door.

Then Tang En saw him turn around and run quickly towards home.

Tang En didn't get out of the car to chase, he just punched the steering wheel.

After venting, he took out his cell phone and called George Wood's agent, Billy Wooks.

"You rarely take the initiative to call me, Mr. Tony Twain." The old and unscrupulous voice of Wu Kesi sounded from the phone again.

But Tang En didn't have time to argue with him today, so he asked straight to the point: "Have people from AC Milan approached you?"

"You are very well informed, Mr. Tang En." Wu Kesi did not deny it.

"You also believe the nonsense that they want to treat Sophia?"

"They are very sincere."

"You think that no matter how much money you spend, Sophia's illness can be cured?" Tang En suppressed his anger.

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what George thinks."

"You'd better turn them down."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Dunn. You are not my employer."

When Tang En heard Wu Kesi's unhurried tone, he was so angry that he almost dropped his phone again. But he eventually held back. Then his tone softened: "Well, I hope you can persuade George, Mr. Billy Wooks. I don't think his transfer to AC Milan is a good choice, let alone because of that reason..."

Wu Kesi did not agree, but asked instead: "Did you talk to George just now? Mr. Dunn."

"Um."

"It looks like you didn't succeed." Wu Kesi chuckled. "Mr. Tang En, I think there is one thing that you must have never understood."

"whats the matter?"

"In front of George, what I say is not as effective as what you say. If you haven't persuaded him, how can I persuade him?"

Tang En was stunned for a moment, he really hadn't thought about such a thing. He always thought that George must be the one who listened to what Wooks said.

but……

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Why should I lie to you, Mr. Tang En? You have been with George for so long, can't you even observe this?"

Tang En was speechless.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Wookes." Tang En had completely lost his anger. He hung up the phone, sat in the car for a while, and then drove towards Wilford.

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For the training in the morning, George Wood didn't come. This incident caused an uproar within the team-you must know that this is the first time that George Wood has missed training since he became a member of Nottingham Forest.

Contacting his abnormal performance these days, everyone is guessing whether something happened to George Wood.

Chris Rack found Tang En, because everyone knew that Tang En and Wood had the best relationship, and they were simply "like father and son".

"He's in a little trouble." Tang En didn't tell the truth to his assistant coach, "I approved him to ask for leave to deal with it."

"Oh..." Chris Lack suddenly realized, "I'll just say it. George is not the kind of person who misses training without reason."

He shook his head and walked away, while Tang En shrugged behind him.

After Chris Lack relayed this to the team, everyone's suspicion subsided a little, but new speculation came out again-what kind of trouble did George encounter? Need special leave to deal with.

Tang En glanced at the media who were filming outside the training ground, then called Chris Lak over, then pointed at those reporters and said, "Tell them that it's time for the public filming, tell them to go out."

Chris Lark nodded. Started to rush the reporters out.

But journalists disagree.

"Fifteen minutes is not up yet, we can continue to shoot!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Chris Lark, why didn't we find George Wood in the team?"

"I heard that he recently had private contact with AC Milan. Is his absence from training this time related to that incident?"

"How much does AC Milan need to pay George Wood before Nottingham Forest can release him?"

"Will selling the captain of the team cause dissatisfaction among the fans? Have you ever worried about this?"

...

Buzzing, buzzing like a swarm of flies, making noise in a corner of the training ground, attracting everyone's attention.

Tang En finally walked over in person.

"Now is not the time to answer reporters' questions, ladies and gentlemen." His cold face really frightened some reporters. "It's time, please go out."

"Mr. Tang En, please answer the transfer rumors about George Wood..."

"That's all fucking nonsense!" Tang En swears, causing an uproar among the reporters.

"Before my mood turns bad, you'd better leave, otherwise I will cancel the routine press conference this afternoon." After saying this, Tang En glanced at Pierce Bruce again.

Bruce knew what he meant, and it seemed that his communication with George Wood didn't go well...

He nodded and was the first to turn around and walk out.

The other reporters followed him and left one after another.

The last person to leave was Carl Spike. He led his Sky TV interview team to stay behind on purpose. Before leaving, he gave Tang En a bright smile.

Tang En's dark face was imprinted in his eyes.

Tang En knew that the new issue of "Football Things..." must be about him and George Wood. But he couldn't care less about such trivial matters.

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Sophia watched in amazement as her day opened the door and walked in.

"Forgot to take something?"

George shook his head, and sat on the sofa in the living room panting as soon as he came in. Only then did Sophia notice that her son's face was flushed and he was panting slightly.

"What's the matter, George?" Mom put down what she was doing, wiped her hands, and sat down beside Wood, looking at her son on one side.

"Mom, how about living in another city?" Wood looked up at his mother.

Sophia was a little surprised: "Why change a city? We have a good life in Nottingham, and your job... Do you want to transfer?" She suddenly understood.

"There is a club in Italy who wants me to go, and they promise to treat you..."

Sophia looked at Wood very seriously: "What are you playing for, George?"

"In order to treat you..."

"But I will always die, even if it is not because of illness, I will die. What will you do if I die? Stop playing football, follow me to die?"

Facing Sophia's increasingly serious expression, George Wood was speechless.

"George, it's your job to play football. You play for yourself, not for me. If you say you want to play in Italy because of your own treatment, I don't have any problem. But don't say for Me. Do you really want to go to Italy to play football?"

Wood remained silent.

Sophia looked at her son's stubbornness, and sighed: "To be honest, George... I know my body very well. No matter how much money is spent, it won't cure it, otherwise after so many years, your salary will be so much. Use it on me, what's the result?" She smiled, but looked a little miserable.

"Mother, I've given up thinking about that a long time ago. I just want to see you healthy and happy while I'm alive. Find a girl, George. I'm worried that you're always single..."

Wood tried to shake his head, but told his mother to hold it back. The moment Wood felt his mother's cold hand on his cheek, he stopped moving.

"Don't shake your head. If you are really for me, don't be self-willed, George."

Listening to his mother's soft but faint voice, Wood nodded.

"George, remember. There's no son in this world who stays with his mother all the time. People look at it differently. You gotta have a life of your own, a life all your own, Nothing to do with your mother. You know that?"

Wood continued to nod.

Sophia looked at her son and smiled very gently. She kissed Wood on the cheek: "Go to training, George. Don't make Mr. Dunn wait too long."

"Mom..." Wood looked at his aging mother, as if worried that he would never see her again if he turned around and went out. "Can I stay with you for half a day? I'll go to training in the afternoon..."

"No, George." Sophia shook her finger. "You can't justify your laziness. What do you rely on for your success, George? What are you worrying about? Go train, that's your job."

Sophia stood up and looked at Wood.

That look made Wood unbearable, and he also stood up: "Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, Mom."

Sophia waved at him: "By the way, if you quarreled with Mr. Tang En, remember to apologize to him. You can't contradict him."

"Mom?" Wood was surprised.

"Don't think I didn't see that jeep parked in front of our house." Sophia blinked. "Think about who gave you the chance? He was really thinking about you, George."

Wood nodded again, and then said goodbye to his mother and went out again.

After the door was closed, the smile on Sophia's face disappeared, and the shining light in her eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a low sigh.

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George Wood came to the side of the training field almost halfway through the training. At this time, there was no media around.

The teammates looked at him and Tang En curiously.

"I want to apologize to you, boss." George Wood, who was standing in front of Tang En, said with his head down. "I shouldn't..."

Tang En interrupted him: "You don't need to apologize to me. It is all the players on the team who need to accept your apology. You are the captain and their role model. Everyone's eyes are on you. You are late for training What needs to be obtained is their understanding, not mine." Tang En waved his hand, "Go and apologize to them."

So George Wood obediently walked in front of his teammates who were training. Tang En signaled Chris Rack to stop the training, gathered everyone together, and heard Wood apologize.

"I apologize to everyone for my behavior of being late for training, and I'm sorry for being late for training as the captain..." Wood spoke slowly to ensure that everyone could hear what he said.

The teammates on the opposite side had different expressions, some suddenly realized, some were puzzled, and some were expressionless.

After Wood finished apologizing, Twain came out and announced the punishment for George Wood—because he was late for training, he will sit on the bench for the first round of the league and he will be fined 10,000 pounds. In addition, the training subjects delayed due to being late must be supplemented by additional practice.

No one disputes that, not even George Wood will claim privileges just because he is captain. The discipline that Tang En has always emphasized is fully reflected at this moment.

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During the routine press conference in the afternoon, the media who had been scolded by Tang En in the morning planned to give Tang En a collective blow - after the press officer walked into the venue with Tang En and announced the official start of the press conference. These reporters left their seats one after another, and all left the venue in a short period of time! In the blink of an eye, only Pierce Bruce was left in the press conference hall...

The expression on the press officer's face was so embarrassing. Even Pierce Bruce didn't expect his colleagues to do this... He turned his head to look left and right, and then looked back at the two people on the stage.

The surprised expression only appeared on Tang En's face at the beginning, and he quickly covered it up.

Now he is grinning and watching the empty press conference.

"Mr. Reporter, do you have any questions?" he said to Bruce, who was sitting in the center.

"Ah... oh, uh..." Bruce still hadn't recovered from the shock of the scene.

Tang En gave instructions to the press officer in a low voice, and the press officer strode towards the door. He didn't want what he said to be heard by the ears outside the door. Since they want to play this trick for Lao Tzu, then they don't want to get any news!

The door was slammed shut, and the reporters waiting at the door retreated like birds startled by the gunshots.

"Okay, Mr. Bruce. You don't have to be nervous. It's just me and you now. You can ask any questions you want. I know everything, and I can talk endlessly. This is to thank you for giving me special privileges for tipping me off!" Tang En sat on the table and looked at Pierce Bruce with a smile.

"Uh, good. George Wood and AC Milan..."

"He will stay in Nottingham Forest and not go anywhere." Tang En interrupted Bruce's question, "He is the red flag of Nottingham Forest. Have you ever seen an army that lost its flag? You can tell the Forest fans Ladies, put them at ease. Their captain never considered abandoning them, and he will be here before, now, and ever. You might as well give him the 'Robin Hood' hat, he's got enough nicknames anyway No more this one. Have you ever seen a Robin Hood who left Sherwood? No? Me neither. Robin Hood is the only one. Sherwood Forest is meaningful because of Robin Hood, but Robin Hood who left Sherwood Forest is not Robin Hood."