Chapter 83 Volume 2 The Sky of Nottingham Reception (Part 1)

After tossing and turning all night, Tang En was thinking about that question - should he stay in Nottingham Forest?

What are the pros and cons of staying or not staying, what impact will it have on his future, what impact will it have on his life circle, whether going to a strange city and starting over will guarantee success...

These questions swirl in his mind and make him feel upset. His brain seems to be an old computer, dealing with these cumbersome problems, it will always stop responding for a period of time after the creaking sound from time to time.

When the next morning came, Tang En still didn't have a clear answer in his mind. He hated making detailed plans for the future, and he was not good at predicting his own fate. Opportunities to do multiple-choice questions like this have been avoided as much as possible in the past twenty-six years, and now they are finally inevitable.

Yesterday he was so impulsive that he almost said the words: "I decided to leave the forest" in front of Evan. As the saying goes: There is no place to stay here, but there is a place to stay. But after one night, when the initial anger of being abandoned gradually subsided, Tang En hesitated.

It would be great if someone could give me some advice and suggestions from an objective point of view at this time, or even if I don’t give any advice, just listen to my troubles...

Tang En got up from the bed and planned to start a new day—even though he didn't know what else to look forward to in this new day.

Just after washing up in the bathroom, he heard his cell phone in the bedroom ring.

Is it another club that has taken a fancy to him and wants to find him to coach the team? Tang En ran back to the bedroom with doubts and answered the strange call.

A female voice sounded: "Mr. Tony Twain?"

"Ah, it's me, I'm Tang En. May I ask who you are..."

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Barbara Clough, wife of Brian Clough."

"Oh!" Tang En immediately changed his tone, and even stood up straight unconsciously, "Mrs. Clough, what can you do for me?"

"Don't be so nervous, kid." Mrs. Clough laughed on the other end of the phone, "Are you busy today?"

Tang En shook his head without hesitation and said, "It's nothing, ma'am. I have nothing to do all day."

"Great. Brian wants you to accompany him to the Coaches Association reception."

Although he didn't understand why the old man suddenly wanted to take him to a reception, they had no contact in any form since that visit to Clough. But Tang En was deeply impressed by the experience that day. He knew that there was no reason for the old man to do anything.

Tang En nodded quickly: "It's my honor, ma'am. Do you need me to pick up Mr. Clough from your house?"

"Oh no, no. Nigel will come and pick you up in the car, boy. You just have to wait at home, they know where you live. I think they'll be here soon."

As soon as Mrs. Clough finished speaking, Tang En heard the horn of a car outside. He opened the bedroom curtains and found a white Ford sedan parked on the side of the road below.

"Oh, my God! Look who's in that car?"

"It's Brian Clough! How long has it been since we saw him show up?"

"Hey Clough, how are you doing?"

"I heard that you have just recovered from a liver transplant operation. Excuse me...can you open the car window for a short interview?"

The reporters who had been guarding near his home immediately became excited when they saw the car appearing, and the white Ford sedan was surrounded by frequent flashing lights.

Tang En saw this scene in the bedroom on the second floor. Without Mrs. Clough saying anything, he knew who was sitting in the car.

"Yes, ma'am, they are coming."

"Well, go ahead, kid. Have fun."

"Thank you ma'am, and have a good day too."

Tang En hung up the phone, put on his coat and ran down. To be invited by this legend to a reception together, if you say you are not secretly happy, you are lying. Tang En admitted that at this time, he was like a happy child who was taken to the playground by his parents to reward him for his good grades in the exam. As for what to choose in the future, he has already left it behind.

Opening the door, Tang En calmed down his excitement a bit, then strode towards the car.

When the reporters saw that Tang En had also come out, they immediately turned their cameras on him again, and some people planned to ask him questions. But Tang En didn't give them this chance. He quickly got into the car and closed the door tightly.

The old man sitting next to him held out his hand and said to him: "I'm very happy to see that your neighborhood will soon become the second Fleet Street." Fleet Street is synonymous with the British media, because in central London All the newspaper groups and TV stations in the UK used to be concentrated in that small street. Of course, with the relocation of many media, this street is no longer beautiful.

A middle-aged man sitting in the front driver's seat laughed. Dunn couldn't see what the other person looked like, but he knew that this person should be Clough's son Nigel Clough.

Tang En was a little embarrassed. He reached out and shook Clough's hand, and then Nigel in front also turned around and shook his hand with a smile: "Nigel Clough, nice to meet you."

The reporter outside the car frantically pressed the shutter of the camera and recorded the picture of these three people getting together. Even though none of them knew why Clough came here to meet Tony Twain, there was always a place for this photo to remain.

Seeing that the group of people outside were so enthusiastic, Brian Clough took Dunn's hand again, and motioned for him to smile towards the car window. Tang En didn't understand why he did this, but he did it. This really irritated the media again. Tang En was dizzy with flashing lights, but when he wanted to wrinkle his brows again, the old man said to him, "Smile, kid."

They just held hands like this, and let the reporter take pictures for a full minute with a smile on their faces. Then Tang En looked at Clough suspiciously.

The old man curled his lips. "In my time, the media was like that. You have to learn to use them." Then he tapped the back of the driver's seat. "Let's go, Nigel."

The reporter made way for the car, and it could be seen that they were quite afraid of Brian Clough sitting inside. In the car, Dunn looked at the reporters holding up their cameras, chewing over and over the last words Clough said to him.

The name of the League`Managers`Association (LMA for short) was very unfamiliar to Twain, as if they were a new society that suddenly emerged from a dark corner. But in fact, this is an influential organization in English football. It was established in the 1990s and is the only official representative body for professional football coaches in England.

The association is divided into two different institutions - the governing body and the non-governing body, the difference between the two is only whether they are responsible for specific management matters. And Brian Clough is the vice-chairman of the non-management organization, and Sir`Bobby`Robson (Sir`Bobby`Robson) is the same as him, and the chairman of the non-management structure is more senior than them. Little Kevin. Keegan (Kevin `Keegan). The chairman of the governing body responsible for specific management affairs is Howard Wilkinson, and the executive chairman is John Barnwell. David Bassett, Sir Alex Ferguson and David Pratt are members of the committee.

The members of the Coaches Association are mainly the head coaches and assistant coaches of 92 professional clubs, as well as those coaches who have been laid off for less than a year. Judging from this condition, Twain can be regarded as a member of the coach association.

This reception is not simply to invite everyone to get together to drink and chat - although the actual content is similar to this, there is still a reason for calling everyone: one is to congratulate Sir Alex Ferguson who has just won the Premier League Ten The best coach of the year; the second is to congratulate Everton coach Moyes for being elected as the best coach in England in the 2002-2003 season by the Coaches Association.

Nigel sent his father and Twain to the reception in Sheffield, agreed to pick them up at two o'clock in the afternoon, and drove away. Tang En was a little surprised by this.

"Mr. Nigel won't go with us?" On the way here, Tang En heard that Nigel was also the head coach, but only part-time, and he was also a player of the team he coached. In the 01-02 season, he led the Burton`Albion team to win the Southern Regional League Championship.

Clough shook his head: "He's just a part-time manager of an amateur team. He doesn't have a part in this kind of reception. And he has his own things to do. Let's go."

The reception was held at the bar on the second floor of a small hotel. Tang En followed Clough as soon as he stepped through the gate, his eyes were blurred... He saw countless people who used to only look up on the TV screen, holding wine glasses in the venue Walk back and forth and talk. Just before him, England coach Swede Eriksson walked in front of him and walked towards the middle of the room where most people were concentrated.

He followed Eriksson's figure and found that the England coach's goal was Ferguson, who was surrounded by everyone!

These are all big-name coaches!

But Tang En didn't suffer from rapid heartbeat, parched mouth, and weakness in hands and feet. Because a real world-class coach is standing beside him.

A red-faced old man with silver hair saw Tang En and Clough entering the door, and greeted them.

"Brian, how is your health? I heard that you had a liver transplant at the beginning of the year." His voice was loud and his movements were powerful, completely inconsistent with the age shown by his appearance.

Clough shrugged his shoulders slightly: "I think...the old guy in God doesn't really want me to go up now."

The silver-haired old man laughed loudly, then turned his gaze to Tang En who was standing beside Clough: "Mr. Tony Tang En, nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Sir Bobby Robson." Tang En stretched out his hand respectfully, expressing his respect for the famous England coach.

"I heard that you have been in trouble recently, do you need help from the coach association?"

Dunn didn't know which trouble Robson was referring to. He considered it for a while, and decided not to play riddles with the old man, pretending to understand. So he asked, "I'm sorry, sir. But which... trouble are you talking about?"

Robson laughed again: "I forgot that you have more than one trouble!"

A waiter with a wine tray came up and stood beside the three of them. Robson brought himself a glass of red wine, and then brought Clough a glass of whiskey. Dunn hesitated and chose whiskey.

With the wine glass in hand, Clough was more energetic than when he first entered the door. He said to Robson: "I think we should suggest that the association establish an award for the most unlucky coach of the year, and then you personally award the first trophy to him." He pointed at Tony Twain with the finger holding the wine glass.

This time Dunn and Robson laughed together. When he met Clough for the first time, Tang En had learned the humorous talk of this old British man, and now he was the object of his humor, but he felt very happy. Why? Because it showed that Clough regarded him as one of his own.

After laughing, Robson said to Tang En: "Stan Collymore is a good player, but not a good coach. I also don't understand why the new chairman of the Forest team chose him."

"It's very simple, because the son of that old guy Dougherty is an American." Clough shrugged and said disdainfully. "Bobby, you expect those Yankees to understand our sport?"

Although the topics they were talking about now were all related to themselves, it seemed that Twain could only be an audience member, and he was somewhat unable to intervene in the conversation between these two football bigwigs. He stood beside Clough, like the boss's follower - if Clough wanted to take off his suit jacket, he would definitely ask Dunn to hold it for him.

He didn't hate getting clothes for the old man, or doing something else. But he resented the feeling of being virtually excluded. So he decided to give his opinion. After all, they were talking about their own affairs, weren't they?

"Uh, thank you, Sir Robson, for your concern. But I think maybe it's time for me to change places." Dunn pretended to be relaxed.

Clough didn't answer Tang En's words. He put the wine glass to his lips, but his eyes were lost in thought as he stared at the place with the most people in front of him. No one knew what he was thinking. Tang En didn't know either, there was a short embarrassing silence between the three of them.