Chapter 85 Volume 2 The Sky of Nottingham Go? Keep? (Superior)

Tang En stood in the tree-covered Wilford Lane, with the continuous sound of cicadas above his head. To the north of him is the training base of the youth team, and to the south is the training base of the adult team. Now these two training bases are quiet, and they can be regarded as empty.

He knows that the senior team will not start formal training until tomorrow, and the youth team is still on vacation. There will be no one else in these two bases except the staff. For them, the long and wonderful vacation is not over yet.

Tang En walked in from the gate of the youth team training base. There was no car in the parking lot, and the gate of the office building was closed. The afternoon sun was shining on the asphalt road, and his feet felt hot when walking on it. Today may be the hottest day of the year. one day.

He walked around the two-story building and walked to the side of court No. 1, but there was no one there. Field No. 1 and Field No. 3 are connected together, separated by a seven-meter-high barbed wire. Tang En looked from a distance, and there was no one in Field No. 3. It seems that the youth team is still on vacation.

Tang En stood on the empty training ground. If he chose to stay, then this place would become his territory, and Chris Lack would become his assistant again. But what is there to bring to the youth team's game? Tang En felt a little depressed. In his eyes, the sense of accomplishment brought by the youth team's victory is not as good as one-third of the adult team's. He is used to the days of being noticed, so what if he leads the youth team to win the FA Youth Cup ?

He looked at the field and decided to leave.

Coming out of the main entrance of No. 1 field, there is a fork in the road. If you go straight, you will return to the gate, and turn right, you will lead to No. 2 field in the north. The quality of the turf on the second field is not very good, and few people usually use it there.

Tang En has a completely different feeling from the others for field number two. He has only been to the second court once after he coached the Forest team, and that experience occupies a very important place in his memory. He met the lovely Gavin here, and George Wood also gained his first fan.

That was Tang En's sad place, and the great joy and sorrow in the second half of the 2002-03 season began to turn from there.

Standing at the fork in the road, Tang En felt that all of this seemed like the choice he was facing now-go forward, leave this training base, leave this sleeping forest; go to the right... What does it mean to go to the right?

Tang En looked at the path that stretched all the way to the front, hesitated for a moment, and chose to go to the No. 2 field to have a look.

When he got closer, he found someone on the field, running back and forth between the two cone markers.

George Wood!

Tang En really didn't expect to see him here. Has time turned back? Is it not June 27th, but March 21st? Well, there are still some differences. For example, Wood doesn't have that coach by his side, and Dunn doesn't have Michael and his son Gavin by his side.

He stood outside the barbed wire and watched Wood's training quietly. Wood didn't notice his existence, and continued to bury himself in the most basic exercises.

Tang En stood and watched for about fifteen minutes. George Wood finally changed the training program. He put two cone-shaped markers together with only about half a meter in between, and then stood five meters away to face the cone. Shaped markers to kick the ball. Dunn didn't understand what he was doing to practice, and he didn't see this kind of training program in Chris Rack's youth team training or Walker's adult team training. He originally planned to leave quietly but changed his mind to stay. —He wanted to see what happened.

Wood played ten kicks, obviously not training for shooting, because he was deliberately suppressing the speed and power of his shots, but cared about accuracy-if the football rolled between or outside the two markers, he would shake. Shake his head, and if he hits the marker exactly, he'll clenched his fist.

Then Wood changed the angle, stood at about forty-five corners with the marker and kicked ten kicks repeatedly. As before, most of them rolled past the marker, and only a few of them finally hit the target.

Tang En looked at the distance between the two markers, and then he looked down at his legs, and separated them slightly. The distance was about half a meter, which was exactly the length of a person standing with his legs apart!

This kid is trying to practice passing the ball by himself!

Late June is the hottest time of the year in Nottingham. On the empty training ground, only George Wood is still working hard on training alone. The hot season, bad weather, relaxing holidays... have nothing to do with him, and because he is on vacation, there will be no one in the base for him. He serves lunch exclusively, and he commutes between here and his home several times a day. The training jersey was drenched with sweat many times. He simply took off his clothes and hung them on the goal crossbar every time he started training, and then trained with his upper body naked. The muscular body seems to contain extremely explosive power. As Wood's every movement is released, sweat flows down his angular body, and his whole body shines dazzlingly under the scorching sun.

George... if you can't make it, no one in the world can!

In order not to disturb Wood's training, he quietly left this remote training ground surrounded by woods. Looking up at the sky, Tang En decided to go to one last place.

Nottingham is a city built on hills, with undulating terrain and rich changes. The church in front of Tang En is built on a small hill. The small brick church is not as grand and exquisite as the famous St`Mary’s Church in the city center. It is as dusty as the surrounding buildings. Not very eye-catching. But under the clear blue sky, this small church standing on the green grass makes people feel comfortable, just looking at it from the outside is calm.

Tang En bypassed the church and followed a gravel road passing through the woods to the cemetery surrounded by forest.

What he didn't expect was that there was a man standing in front of Gavin Bernard's tombstone.

"Michael!" he shouted, breaking the silence of the cemetery.

The man turned around and found that the person who called him was Tang En, and he was also a little surprised. "Tony? What are you doing here?"

Tang En stepped forward and placed a bouquet of lilies in his hand in front of the tombstone. "What do you come here for, and what do I come here for. It's been more than a month, how do you feel?"

Michael shook his head, still in a low mood. "Tony, I just ran into you here. I'm going to say goodbye to you..."

"Farewell?" Tang En smelled something wrong in the air. "Why goodbye? Where are you going?"

"Los Angeles."

"America?!" Tang En exclaimed, "You went so far...why?"

Michael looked at his son's tombstone, and then said slowly: "I forgot to tell you, my wife is American. She can't bear to stay here and think of Gavin's grief all the time. Now Nottingham is a big place for our family. Sadly, she thinks of Gavin dead when she sees everything, the house, the yard, the street outside the door, the neighbors, even the football game... I don't want her to cry all day long, I want to get out of here, go back to her hometown maybe It will be better."

Tang En frowned: "Where's Gavin?"

"Gavin is different from us." Michael squatted down, wiped off a few fallen leaves on the tombstone, and then looked at the golden name on the white marble tombstone. "I can change my feelings about football for the sake of my family. But he won't, he will always be a supporter of the Forest team, from life to death."

After speaking, he stood up again and said to Tang En: "You must be very happy in your heart, right? Don't be afraid that someone will scold you behind the coach's bench next season."

Tang En smiled wryly: "Michael, don't you even read football-related reports anymore? I was fired by the new chairman of the Forest team, and my agency contract has expired."

Michael didn't expect that Tang En's answer would be this. He looked at Tang En in surprise for a long time, and made sure that he was not joking. "What the hell...then where else would you go? The youth team? Or..."

Tang En shook his head: "I have asked myself countless times such a question in the past two days, but I still haven't gotten an answer."

"Are you here to find answers?"

"I have no idea……"

"Tony, do you want to hear the opinion of an old fan who has followed the Forest team for 44 years?"

Tang En looked up at Michael.

"Although I have decided to leave football, I think back to the first half of my life. The years I miss the most, apart from the Clough era, were the half season you led the team. You have some similarities, such as very Passionate, both detail-oriented, talented, with all the ingredients to succeed. I remember when Clough came to the team on January 3rd, 1975, and you were on January 1st, only It's two days away. It's a pity, maybe we all missed a very legendary story..." Michael put his hand on Tang En's shoulder and patted it, then walked past him.

"Goodbye, Tony."

"...Goodbye, Michael." Tang En stared blankly at the man's back fading away.

After getting here out of nowhere, he and this guy got into a bar fight and they became good friends. In this strange place, Michael gave him a lot of unspeakable help. He wanted to repay Michael's friendship with his grades, but...all of this disappeared with that accident.