Chapter 84 Volume 2 The Sky of Nottingham Reception (Part 2)

Tang En didn't know what he said was wrong... In short, he was cold.

Fortunately, Robson quickly rescued Tang En who was in embarrassment. He smiled: "Maybe, maybe not. Do you know, Mr. Tang En, I was born in Newcastle, but I didn't know it until I was sixty-six years old. I have the opportunity to coach my hometown team. Before that, I wandered around, Holland, Portugal, Spain...Mr. Tang En, you are much luckier than an old man like me. By the way, you need the coaches association to provide you with legal help for the trouble that you may be sued ?"

Tang En shook his head and declined Robson's kindness: "Thank you sir, but I have already found a lawyer who is willing to fight for me."

Robson nodded and said, "That's good. Enjoy this reception to the fullest and put aside all your troubles. I wish you a happy life." After speaking, Robson and Clough both left and walked towards a group of old men. It should be an old coach who has coached various teams in England. Maybe they were enemies when they were coaches, but that didn't prevent them from drinking and chatting together after retirement.

Football, life, that's it.

There was no one to enthusiastically lead him into this circle. Tang En had some doubts about the purpose of Clough bringing him to this reception - he hadn't received an invitation letter from the coach association before. Is it Clough's whim, or is it because his son Nigel is away and needs someone to accompany the old man who has just recovered from surgery?

Tang En stood at the door, looking at the lively venue. This is a sizable bar, but it is not as resplendent as Tang En imagined before, full of high society atmosphere. In fact, it's just a bigger place than a normal bar. Everyone gathers to chat and drink, some people come in and some go out, it's very casual. Tang En knew some of them. He had seen them on TV broadcasts when he was a fan, or he had encountered opponents after coaching the Forest team, but he didn't know the origin of most of them.

There were a lot of people around Ferguson, and they were congratulating the Premier League coach of the decade, saying all kinds of compliments. There is no distinction between countries and races in flattery, and it is popular everywhere. Ferguson accepted the congratulations from others with a smile. Manchester United reversed Arsenal and won the league title this season. He was in a very good mood.

But Tang En had no intention of going up to join in the fun. First, he is not familiar with Sir Fowler; second, he is arrogant and does not like to follow the crowd. If everyone was ignoring Sir Ferguson at this time, he would have taken the initiative to go up and congratulate him, but if most people were doing the same thing, he would not bother to do it. Not necessarily a distaste for Ferguson and what he's achieved, it's purely a matter of character.

Everyone likes to join in the fun, but he just wants to go to the corner. Just like his fixed seat in the forest bar is in the innermost corner, today he turned around and walked to the corner of the room where there were no people, and looked at the group of people in front of him coldly, not at all excited to step into this circle. Everyone is the head coach of a professional team, the real head coach, and what am I...a dismissed substitute.

Ferguson is the focus of this room, even in front of those retired old men, he can still have his place.

Tang En randomly found an empty seat and slowly sipped the wine in his glass. A little bored, I played the game of "find acquaintances" to see how many faces I could recognize.

He recognized a lot of people who had only heard of their names before but rarely saw their faces, but did not see two foreign coaches in the crowd, one was Chelsea coach Claudio Laura, who was in the process of acquiring rumors. Neri, maybe many people in this room don't know what's about to happen, but Tang En knows that the tinkerer will soon become the focus of their jealousy—today is June 27th, if he If memory is correct, on July 1st or 2nd, Chelsea will officially announce to the outside world that Abramovich has officially become the new owner of this London club. Bates bought the Chelsea club for only one pound, and now he sold it for 60 million, and all other debts have been wiped out, which is really a good deal. Tang En was a little regretful: Why didn't he travel back to 1982, and then bought Chelsea for one pound before this Jew...

The other is Ferguson's deadly rival in the Premier League for ten years, Arsenal coach Frenchman Jose Wenger.

Tang En thought about it again, Wenger's absence is purely normal. This Frenchman is almost at odds with the entire English football circle, and he never sits down for a glass of wine with the opponent's coach after the game. Although this is a tradition in English football, "Professor" Wenger has no intention of following it. In his view, many traditions of English football are decadent, and they are stubborn diseases that hinder the development of football in this country.

Tang En deeply agrees with this, and he doesn't think it's a good tradition for everyone to smoke and drink together during the intermission to discuss how to play in the second half.

Just when Tang En was in a daze, there was another person beside him. "Excuse me, is there anyone here?" He asked politely, but Tang En didn't react, he shook his head reflexively.

"Thank you." The visitor sat down, then extended his hand to Tang En to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm David Moyes."

Hearing this name, Tang En's body trembled slightly. He withdrew from his fugue, turned his head and looked at the young commander in front of him with some surprise. Slightly pale skin, thin pointed face, short light brown hair, gray eyes... really Everton coach David Moyes!

"Ah! Hello, I'm Tony Twain. Nice to meet you." Twain quickly extended his hand in response.

"Me too." Withdrawing his hand, Moyes took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Why are you sitting here alone?"

"I don't really like to join in the fun..." Tang En shrugged, and then suddenly remembered that he forgot one thing, "Congratulations on winning the best coach of last season."

"Thank you." Moyes smiled a little shyly. Last season was his first time coaching a Premier League team. He didn't expect him to become famous all at once. Twain had a good impression of this young coach because he had paid attention to Everton's games. In the 2002-03 season, Everton was sponsored by the Chinese company Kejian. Two Chinese players came to the team for trial training. In the end, Li Tie successfully stayed and played in the Premier League wearing an Everton jersey with Chinese characters printed on the chest.

Next, Tang En didn't know what to say. The atmosphere should have fallen into silence, but Moyes suddenly raised his voice: "I remembered, Mr. Tang En...you are the head coach of Nottingham Forest!"

These words hit Tang En's sore spot, he shook his head and smiled wryly: "It used to be."

"Although I have already coached the Premier League team, our family still pays close attention to Preston's games. My eldest son is a loyal fan of Preston. He sometimes tells me about Preston's opponents. , but he talks about Nottingham Forest the most. Do you know why?"

Tang En didn't answer, but just looked up at Moyes who was smiling.

"Because Forest have an impressive manager. My son said so. Forest were the team with the biggest difference between the first half and the second half. If you're worried about where to go, go to Preston, I believe. The people there will welcome you."

Behind the three phone numbers in Tang En's pocket, there was no Preston's name. But what Moyes said made him a little tempted. He sat in his seat, brooding, and Moyes didn't bother, just drinking his own wine.

At this time, Tang En saw Clough waving to himself in the crowd in front of him, and he quickly apologized to Moyes next to him: "I'm so sorry, the boss is calling me. Nice to meet you."

Moyes shook hands with him: "Me too, I hope we can meet on the court one day, it must be exciting!"

After bidding farewell to Moyes, Tang En walked to Clough and found two yellow-skinned and black-haired people standing beside the old man, a man and a woman, who seemed to be reporters. "What's the matter, boss?"

"Well, you go and call Bobby for me."

Tang En nodded, but more attention was on that woman. She looked very young, in her twenties, with a light gray women's suit, and a pair of slender legs under the tight short skirt. The only thing Tang En didn't like was that this woman had short hair. Because his back was facing him, he couldn't see what his face looked like, so Tang En turned to look for Robson after a glance.

The old handsome is actually quite easy to find, because his silver hair is so conspicuous. Dunn brought Robson to Clough, and Clough pointed to Robson and said to the two reporters: "These two Chinese reporters asked me why I made you the head coach of the England national team at that time?" 1982 When Greenwood stepped down as England manager in 1999, he was more than anyone else to take over, but it was Bobby Robson who ended up taking the job.

Hearing that the coach Robson was coming, the two reporters turned their heads. Tang En was able to see the appearance of that female reporter clearly. Tang En heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that face that was lightly applied with makeup. Fortunately, it wasn't the popular domestic type of "seeing crime from the back, looking at self-defense from the front". The facial features are exquisite and oriental, and they are indeed Chinese. As for the other male reporter, he was automatically ignored by Tang En.

When the two reporters saw Robson's arrival, they seemed a little excited, and Tang En was naturally ignored by them.

Hearing Clough's question, the old Robson laughed loudly: "Because everyone knows that you don't want to play with those bastards from the FA!"

The reporters laughed, and Tang En stood behind them, silent and low-key like a follower. All his eyes were on the beautiful Chinese female reporter. Seeing her covering her mouth and smiling happily, he felt that today was not in vain. It's better to have beautiful women to admire than to look up and see all old men.

The two Chinese reporters chatted with Robson for a while, and left satisfied. Tang En's "beauty appreciation tour" also came to an end. The next moment he was back in the corner, Moyes had been drawn to celebrate his first individual award. Seeing Moyes, who was only 39 years old, surrounded by everyone, he showed a successful smile. Tang En felt a little pantothenic in his heart. He never thought that he was weaker than others, but this time he lost at the starting line.

He hates losing and doesn't want to be a loser. But on this occasion, he is the biggest loser. Dunn didn't understand why Clough brought him here. Seeing these people talking happily and eloquently made him feel uncomfortable. Ferguson, Eriksson, Moyes... Among these big-name coaches, he has no idea of ​​chasing stars at all, because he regards these people as his opponents.

One day, Tang En will defeat you one by one! This is not the nonsense of an ignorant kid, it is an oath he made deep in his heart.

Considering physical reasons, Brian Clough bid farewell to Tang En after the lunch meeting at noon. Everyone came out to see him off enthusiastically, but almost everyone turned a blind eye to the Tang En who was next to Clough. For these professional coaches, a newcomer like Twain was seen too much, and no one would take him seriously.

In this circle, if you want to win everyone's attention, if you want other people to revolve around you, if you want to get their approval, you have to show some achievements.

In fact, Tang En really wanted to ask Clough why he was brought here when he was in the car. But as soon as they got in the car, the old man leaned against the back seat and dozed off. Amidst his slight snoring, they returned from Sheffield to Nottingham.

Tang En told Nigel that there was no need to go directly to his home, he wanted to go to the Forest team training base to have a look.

When the car stopped at the gate of the Forest Team's youth training camp, Dunn said goodbye to Nigel, then looked at the squinting head who seemed to be still asleep, opened the car door and prepared to get out of the car. At this moment, Clough's old and vague voice sounded behind him: "Boy."

Dunn turned his head to look at Clough who still had his eyes closed.

"Many people still mention my achievements and glory in this city from time to time." Clough leaned on the seat and murmured, "I led the team to win two European Cups and one league championship." , four League Cup titles, one UEFA Super Cup title, 42 consecutive unbeaten games... What do you think of this result?"

Tang En replied: "Great."

"Then lost three out of six games, set the second-worst coaching record in the club's history, and was dismissed after 44 days. What do you think of this result?"

"Uh..." Tang En didn't know how to answer this question.

"It's rare for anyone to mention my past when I was coaching Leeds United..." the old man sighed, which may be a few shortcomings in his coaching career, "Let's go home, Nigel. "

From beginning to end, the old man did not open his eyes.

Tang En bid farewell to the two of them and got out of the car. Then he stood by the side of the road and watched the white Ford disappear at the end of the boulevard, and the wind blowing up his hair and skirts, he thought... There is no need to be confused about the purpose of the boss taking him to the reception of the coach association.

Because he already had the answer in his heart.

No matter what my final choice is, I still want to thank you, boss. This is the second time you have helped me...