Chapter 902: Volume 7: Heart of the Lion King, It's Difficult to Find a Job

Deafening singing came from beside his ears. Tang En couldn't make out what they were singing, and his ears were filled with rumbling sounds, as if the waves were crashing on the shore.

There are tens of thousands of arms waving non-stop, like a lush Sherwood forest.

Tang En found that he was in the familiar city stadium. The stadium, which can accommodate up to 30,000 people, is full of seats at the moment. But he is not in front of the coach's bench on the sidelines, but in the stands.

Intense competition is underway on the pitch below. He cast his eyes on the home team coach's bench, and then he froze for a moment. He saw himself directing the game there.

How is this going?

Tang En looked down at his hands, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything from his hands. If the man standing on the sidelines directing the game was Tony Twain, then who was he?

Another Tony Twain stood on the sidelines, a little nervous and a little excited. He clenches his fists in front of his chest and leans forward, staring intently at the court.

Tang En followed him to look in, and then he was taken aback. He recognized the West Ham away shirt.

Why West Ham United?

Looking at Nottingham Forest on the other side, the faces of many players are a little strange. Dunn didn't find George Wood, Gareth Bale, Eastwood, Pepe... those people, he didn't even see Albertini, Van der Sar and Hierro earlier.

What kind of Nottingham Forest is this?

Nottingham Forest are defending and West Ham are attacking. Tang En, who was holding the ball, squinted his eyes for a while before he dared to confirm from his movements that it was Joe Cole. Isn't Cole at Chelsea? When is this West Ham?

Joe Cole intends to hold the ball in midfield, or he wants to show his foot skills in front of the opponent. Seeing this, Tang En snorted coldly. "idiot!"

When faced with the press of the Forest players, he did not play the ball, but continued to dribble, trying to take the football out of the encirclement. When Forest came up with a third man, the ball was cut off from Joe Cole's feet.

Tang En was very familiar with the next scene, because such scenes often appeared in front of his eyes, and the frequency was not low.

The Forest player who broke the ball passed the ball across to his teammate, and then the teammate passed it forward. The third Nottingham Forest player suddenly advanced in a position parallel to the opponent's back line. The timing was just right, and even Tang En couldn't help calling out "beautiful".

The fans around him raised their arms and cheered.

Forest's striker received the ball behind the entire West Ham defense, while those ignorant West Ham players were still raising their hands to signal to the linesman and referee that this man was offside.

The forward of the Forest team, who was single-handedly, calmly pushed the far corner when facing the goalkeeper. The football flew past the goalkeeper of West Ham United, and then jumped into the goal...

"Boom!" It was as if a ton of TNT had exploded in my ear.

"Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest!!!"

This was the only voice in the stands.

The huge sound waves not only impacted Tang En's eardrums, but also impacted his heart. He felt a dull pain in his left chest, so he touched it with his hand. He didn't feel anything unusual, but directly felt the beating power of his heart with his hands.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

quite powerful. Powerful ones seem to be rushing out of the chest.

Pressing his right hand to his heart, Tang En fixed his eyes on the man below.

The man was not as excited as the players on the field, at least on the surface...he just looked up and looked around the stands. Nottingham Forest's team anthem was already playing in the stands, and Twain could sing along - the melody was so familiar that he had heard it no less than a thousand times.

"The world is in our hands! We are the best team in England!"

After looking around, the man opened his arms amid such singing, leaned back, raised his head high, and seemed to enjoy this moment.

Tang En seemed to have heard the man's voice:

I love this sound! I love the smell here! I love this exciting scene! I love everything here! I love football!

Tang En, who was in the stands, couldn't help but also opened his arms, closed his eyes, and listened to the chorus that was no different from noise to ordinary people. This is truly the greatest sound of nature in the world...

When Tang En opened his eyes again, the noise in his ears had receded like the tide, but the sound of the tide came faintly from outside the window. What catches the eye is not the green field and the crowded stands, but the white ceiling.

This is his home.

He was stunned for about ten seconds before he could react. He wasn't at City Stadium, just lying in one of the bedrooms of his mansion in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

It turned out to be a dream.

Tang En gently pulled out the hand that was under Shania's head, closed his eyes and covered his face.

He wants to put himself back to sleep, maybe that way he can return to the City Stadium in 2003.

He already remembered which game it was - the FA Cup on January 3, 2003, when Nottingham Forest, who was still in the League One (later the British Championship) league, met the Premier League team West Ham United. Tang En officially coached Nottingham Forest's first game, and finally lost 2:3 to the referee.

Dunn didn't know why he dreamed of such a long-ago match. But now he very much hopes to return to the atmosphere of that game.

Because he suddenly missed that feeling—in the cheers of tens of thousands of people, he embraced victory with open arms. It's as if the whole world is in his hands, and he is the master of everything. At that time, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god.

It's a pity that his efforts failed. After waking up, his brain was unexpectedly sober, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he slept.

Tang En was a little annoyed that he could not regain the original feeling. He tossed and turned on the bed for a while, and was afraid of waking Shania up, so he simply got up and walked to the open window wearing only a pair of underwear. The sea breeze swayed the screen like the tide outside , ups and downs, ups and downs.

Tang En was lost in thought looking at the gray sea outside the window.

After an unknown period of time, he felt that there was an extra piece of clothing on his body.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Shania snuggled up behind him and reminded.

Tang En raised his hand to hold Shania's little hand, feeling his wife's body temperature.

Neither of them spoke anymore, they snuggled together quietly.

After a while, Tang En broke the silence: "Xiania."

"Um?"

"sorry……"

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In fact, although the media did frenziedly hype the news that Twain would become England's new head coach for a few days, it was just a gimmick to attract the public's attention. No reasonable reporter would think that Tang En would really take that position. There are many candidates for England's new head coach rumored by the media, and Tony Twain is the one with the lowest possibility. It's very simple. No one believes that the Football Association hires a person who can't shut himself down to manage the England team. No matter how many championships he has won, he will not be "obedient".

The FA have not announced which candidates they are interested in. They just say things like "this one is good" and "that one is good" when they are being interviewed.

The media enthusiastically made a shortlist for the Football Association, and each candidate has a probability of being elected. Tony Twain was at the bottom of the list, and the possibility was only five percent. The evaluation of senior experts is "Unless Sean Barclay is crazy, he will definitely not lead wolves into the house."

This time, Sean Barclay said that the selection of coaches must first be done in England, so no matter how good a foreign coach is, he can only wait. However, there are not many people in England who seem to be suitable for this position. Only Everton's head coach David Moyes and the head coach of England's under-21 youth team, Stuart Pierce, are recognized as competent. Martin O'Neill is also good, but unfortunately he is from Northern Ireland.

McLaren, as a loser, will certainly not be considered. Although he does have the idea of ​​proving himself again, the FA treats him lukewarm.

Venables has no problem with his ability, but he is a bit old, already seventy-one years old. He himself has made it clear that he is not interested in the position of England coach.

Then the media looked around the entire Premier League and had to sadly admit that their league has been completely dominated by foreign coaches... High-level English head coaches are almost rare. When Tony Twain was around, everyone hated him. Now that he's gone, it turns out that he has always been the one who has carried the banner of the Premier League's local coaches.

In fact, it's not only the media who are not optimistic about Twain becoming England's head coach, but even the FA internally are not very optimistic. Barclay's call to Twain was only out of necessary procedures - as the best local coach, even though he had resigned, his influence was still there, it would be shameful if England's selection of coaches did not notify him... So despite your heart I'm not optimistic, but I still have to be superficial. If the media asks me, I have to say: "We think Coach Tony Twain is the most suitable candidate for the England team at the moment. Twelve championship trophies in ten years have already explained everything. "

In his heart, Barclay thought that if Tang En really agreed to himself, then either Tang En was crazy or the world was crazy.

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"Why are you apologizing to me?" Shania asked softly, putting her arms around Tang En from behind.

"Remember that I said that I would resign and stay with you forever? Now I realize that I might..." Tang En was silent for a while, his heart was still at war with heaven and man. "...Maybe it can't be done. So I'm sorry, Shania."

Shania, who was lying on his back, rolled her eyes: "I thought you were having an affair!"

"Uh..." Tang En didn't expect Shania to have such a reaction.

"Do you think I'm really being coaxed by your crappy sweet talk, Uncle Tony? I haven't believed anything you've said since you resigned. Otherwise you'd have quit when you had a heart attack gone."

"I..." Tang En realized that Shania was right, and he was speechless.

"The real reason why you left the forest team is actually the conflict with Alan Adams." Shania let go of Tang En, and made him turn to look at her. "Actually, it never occurred to you that you would leave football."

"No..." Tang En wanted to defend himself.

Shania interrupted him again.

"Okay, Uncle Tony. No matter what you think, I'm satisfied." Shania looked at Tang En and smiled, then she quickly changed her face and sighed: "From the moment I decided to fall in love with you, I Be prepared for that — I'm always going to get a little less love."

Tang En hugged the woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Shania. I'm sorry..."

What else could he say but that?

He is really sorry for Shania, because the love for football in his heart has not really disappeared, so the love Shania receives must be discounted.

"Are you going to call that FA executive?" Shania raised her head from Tang En's arms.

Tang En shook his head. "No, at least not these days."

"Huh? Didn't you come to tell me this because you decided to coach England?"

"I didn't say that I must go to coach England. That position is not made by humans..." Tang En kissed Shania's forehead. Barclay's phone call only made him more aware of how much he still loves football, but it didn't mean that Tang En was interested in that position. You should take a serious look at the previous invitations...

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Shania and her husband left in less than five days in Los Angeles and boarded a flight to Spain.

There is a news that is kept in a state of absolute secrecy. If the Marca and Aspen newspapers know about it, they will definitely be shocked.

That is, Florentino actually contacted Twain the day after the Champions Cup final, hoping that he would be the new captain of the Galacticos. At that time, Tang En sneered at such an invitation, but now...he had to come to the site for a field trip and listen carefully to the conditions offered by Florentino.

The two sides had a meal together and talked for a long time, and then Dunn left Madrid.

He and Real Madrid are doomed to have nothing to do—Florentino is completely unable to meet Twain's only request: he has absolute power over the team's construction, and no one is allowed to dictate, even Not even Raul Gonzalez.

This was the first condition Tang En put forward after meeting the Spanish real estate tycoon. Florentino thought about it for a long time before shaking his head.

Then there is nothing to talk about. If this requirement cannot be met, it is useless to say anything.

It's also fortunate that they didn't make public before, otherwise neither side would be able to step down now.

After leaving Madrid, Dunn and Shania flew straight back to the UK. This was his first return to the UK after he resigned. He didn't come to the FA to discuss coaching the national team. He just went back to Nottingham to attend Tang and Tang Jing's wedding, a very small and private wedding.

At the wedding, Tang En still didn't forget to joke about the couple, saying that he was the real old man. Let them bow themselves down.

He was having a good time and didn't seem to worry about work at all.

In fact, besides Real Madrid, Twain also had an invitation from Juventus and Bayern Munich. He has to make a decision as soon as possible, because the new season will start in more than a month, and there is only one month left in the Bundesliga.

When he returned to England to attend the wedding, he got in touch with those two clubs by phone, but none of the conditions they offered could meet Tang En's request, either they didn't want to delegate authority, or they couldn't guarantee a sufficient transfer budget——Don En has had enough hard times at Nottingham Forest, and now that he changes teams, he must never experience the experience of tightening his belt again.

So Juventus and Bayern Munich also blew.

Now that Dunn looked at the job possibilities in his hands, the only one left was the head coach of the England national team.

I really didn't expect that a champion godfather would have such a day. It's hard to find a job...