Chapter 906: Volume 7: Heart of the Lion King, Changes in Progress

After spending the night in anxiety and thinking about Shania, Tang En finally received his first good news in these days the next morning.

Des Walker called him and said he agreed to join the England coaching staff as an assistant coach.

Tang En was so excited that he even clenched his fists on the phone.

The assistant battle is done, and the rest is easy. The England Football Association recommended candidates for him. There are excellent physical coaches and ordinary coaches who are familiar with English players. Now he will find a goalkeeper coach, and the coaching team will be formed. England's goalkeeper coach Twain didn't even trust him. England hadn't produced a good goalkeeper for many years. This was obviously related to their lack of a good goalkeeper coach.

Goalkeeper coach Twain has targeted the two countries of Germany and Italy. Maybe he can go to the former goalkeeper coach of the England national team, the Italian tank Neri who followed Capello and left.

But this kind of thing is obviously not as urgent as finding an assistant coach.

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While Twain was worrying about his coaching staff, Nottingham Forest was undergoing tremendous changes.

Martin O'Neill wants to keep Nottingham Forest's treble-winning team as much as possible, then sell irrelevant players, and add some better people. The team's goal is still to compete for the championship.

Evan has already expressed to him that the money to buy players is not a problem. Today's Nottingham Forest does not have the debt of that stadium, and the funds at their disposal are still abundant.

O'Neill's treatment was something Tony Twain had never enjoyed.

He thought about it for a few days, and finally gave the list to Evan Dalgety. Evan, who was holding the list, was shaking his head to his friend Allen: "Martin thought he could completely control this team. I really don't know if he overestimated himself or underestimated Tony."

"how?"

"The people who are sold are the team's substitutes or veterans. Basically, the main structure of the team has not been moved." Evan gave Allen the list.

Allen looked at it and laughed: "He only considered it from the coach's point of view. If a team wants to achieve results, of course it must try to use those players who have proven their level."

"If the locker room is in chaos, the championship team is useless." Evan snorted.

After Twain left the Forest team, although he didn't bombard the club in the media, Evan was relieved. But the players obviously didn't believe that Tang En left the team because of too little money. There were quite a few direct descendants of Tang En in the team, and their agents were moving around. Evan knows what this means, the backbone is gone, it is strange to be able to keep those talents. Otherwise why would he ask O'Neill to draw up the list? Instead of asking your agent to contact the team and then notify me, why don't I take the initiative so that the loss can be minimized.

"Thiago?" Allen saw the name on the list, then looked up at the ceiling, trying to match the name with the faces on the team. "The Portuguese? Even if he doesn't change the coach, he should leave, right? He's too old."

"That's why I said that O'Neal still wants to continue to use the team left by Tony."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Allen looked down at the list again. Compared with players like Thiago, he only cared about one person most. No matter what, that person cannot be sold off. On this point, he and Tang En have something in common.

"What's going on with George...?"

There is only one George in Nottingham Forest, and Evan knows who Alan is asking.

"I don't know." He shook his head. "Mr. Wooks has not been in touch with me."

There was a sudden silence in the office. They all knew what kind of status Wu Kes was. Tang En was able to confront Wu Kes because he lacked a string in his mind. The two of them don't want to offend this old man who has great energy in the upper class of England. Although his sexual orientation is abnormal, it is not a scandal among the upper class of British gentlemen.

"He's not short of money." Alan murmured to himself, as if explaining the matter, but also as if comforting himself.

"He's not short of money, but George needs money."

"I don't think George's loyalty should be doubted..."

"Here comes the problem, Alan." Evan stood up from the chair, walked to the desk and sat down. "Is George's allegiance to the club, or... Tony Twain?"

Allen raised his head and opened his mouth to look at his old friend. After being stunned for a while, he said, "He went to the England team, so it doesn't affect anything... At least we don't have to worry about him going to Manchester United and then coming back to poach corners."

Evan didn't know if he was right to worry, so he didn't say anything.

"I think it's best to give George a new contract recently and increase his weekly salary. Although his contract will expire in three years, we have to fight for him to retire in the Forest team."

Evan looked at Alan who said this. "We only signed a new contract with him last season... and he is now almost the highest salary in the team." When it comes to spending money, Allen is sensitive.

"Then give him the highest weekly salary contract in the Premier League!" Evan decided.

Allen opened his mouth and said nothing.

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Wood looked at the old man sitting in front of him, his agent who didn't show much, Mr. Billy Wooks.

"What do you think, George?"

Wood shook his head: "I won't go."

"They promised to give you the highest annual salary and the best bonus treatment."

"I have enough money."

"That is a wealthy club that is many times stronger than Nottingham Forest. Compared with them, the Forest team is simply a country team." Wu Kesi said with a smile, not taking Wood's cold attitude at all.

"Do they have more European titles than us?" Wood asked.

This question caused the smile on Wukes' face to disappear for a few seconds, and when it returned to Wukes' face, it had turned into a big laugh: "Haha! George, you asked a good question! If If you ask in front of Laporta, you can make that Catalonian half dead... Haha, I didn't expect you to learn to be sarcastic."

Wood didn't respond to Wookes' laugh, and went on grimly: "I'm not going anywhere but Nottingham Forest."

"Real Madrid, AC Milan and Inter Milan, Manchester United, Arsenal... you don't even consider the call of those teams?"

Wood nodded: "I still have a three-year contract with the team. Before that, I won't go anywhere."

Wu Kesi smiled: "You will be thirty-one years old in three years, and it will be difficult for you to go anywhere."

"That's better, I'll just retire from the Forest team."

"Hey, George. That guy Tony isn't here anymore, you don't have to keep guarding this club. You know what? It won't be long before you teammates who have won the championship together are going to go your separate ways. You The familiar coach is gone, and the teammates you are familiar with are gone. What is the need for this team to stay?"

Wood was silent for a while, as if he was digesting Wu Kesi's words. Then he said: "Professional players always come and go. I can't decide this. They have their reasons and rights, but I don't want to leave here."

Wu Kesi leaned back on the sofa and stared at this stubborn player with a different look. "I wonder. Why are you doing this? Your mother?"

"It has nothing to do with my mother, it's my own decision."

"Why?"

Wood was silent for longer this time. Wu Kesi did not rush, he put some sugar in the coffee in front of him, and stirred it gently with a small spoon.

Just when he was concentrating on competing with coffee, Wood's voice sounded: "I don't want to be like that person."

Wu Kesi stopped what he was doing and squinted his eyes to stare at the coffee cup, as if there was something in the coffee.

His mind only wandered around for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, he took out his mobile phone and started dialing a number.

"Hi, Sandy. I have some absolute insider information here, are you interested? Okay, okay..." Wu Kesi nodded, "I will pass it on to you. But not now...me? I am in Coffee with George, this coffee place is not good, I will never come here again... Well, well, you go about your business. Goodbye."

Wu Kesi put away the phone and looked at Wood, who was looking at him questioningly.

"Call a friend from the media and tell him that there are many clubs that are interested in you. Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Milan, Juventus... and England's traditional semi-finals, as long as it is in Europe List all the teams with some prestige in football.”

Wood was in a hurry, he leaned forward, as if he wanted to settle accounts with Wu Kes: "Didn't you say you would respect my will?"

"Calm down, baby." Vox gestured for his ass to drop back onto the couch. "When have I never respected your will, my dear? But since you won't let me take the transfer fee, take the signing fee. I have to find a way to take some of your salary." He put The gold-rimmed glasses on the table in their case signaled that they were ready to go.

"Don't do anything. If the media interviews you in the next few days, don't say anything except to reiterate your loyalty to the Forest team. If they ask you, you won't be able to explain clearly. Let those flies come to me." He stretched out He patted Wood's face lightly, "Then you wait to sign a high-paying contract."

"I only signed last year..."

"They are willing to send money, how can there be no reason to refuse? In order to celebrate that you are about to become the highest-paid player in England, you bought this cup of coffee. Next time we have something to talk about, let's go to your house. The black tea made by your mother is delicious. It's delicious." Wu Kes put the glasses case into his pocket and stood up. "Goodbye George, I hope you will not regret today's decision in the future."

The dashing old man left Wood, pushed open the brown glass door and walked out of the cafe.

While Wood continued to sit in his seat, he turned his head and watched Wu Kesi get into the gray Bentley parked on the side of the road and disappeared into the traffic.

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While Wood was drinking coffee with Vox, Allen had already flown to Portugal and negotiated the transfer contract of Thiago Mendes with Benfica. Thiago will return to Benfica from Nottingham Forest for £6 million, where he will play until his retirement, if nothing else.

Another piece of ironic and unexpected news is that Real Madrid has taken a fancy to the Brazilian Pepe, the core of Nottingham Forest's central defender. More than a month ago, he had just severely taught the Real Madrid players in the Champions League final, which caused angry condemnation from the Spanish media. If he really went to Madrid, it's hard to imagine how those media would change their mood and sing praises for him.

Last season, he scored a total of eleven direct free kicks in all competitions. Gareth Bale, a left-back with strong attacking power, was also tempted by big teams such as Manchester United and Chelsea. Manchester United has even offered Bell a price of 20 million pounds, asking Nottingham Forest to release him.

Aaron Mitchell, who is known as England's center for the next ten years, has also been rumored with many clubs. The most famous team in it is AC Milan.

Nuri Shaheen looks set to leave Forest for Bayern Munich. Of course, Atletico Madrid is also pursuing the main midfielder of the Turkish national team.

Wes Morgan, who had been the team's third captain when Dunn was there, also decided to leave the team. His new team is newly promoted Leeds United.

Bentley is being tempted by Manchester City.

There are also rumors that Fernandez is disappointed with the club and wants to return to Spain to play.

Gago may go to Inter Milan or Juventus.

Mourinho is very dissatisfied with Manchester United's goalkeeper after he took over Manchester United. He is urging the board of directors to agree to increase the acquisition of Nottingham Forest's Russian goalkeeper Akinfeev.

When the summer transfer window in European football officially opened on July 1, countless transfer rumors about Nottingham Forest players all appeared in various media. They come flooding in like a tide, dazzling people who look at them, making them unable to tell the real from the fake.

Panic surged in the hearts of every Forest team fan. They were worried that their team would be divided up by other powers after Tony Twain, the iron-fisted coach, was gone. When they got together and chatted in the bar, some people blamed this on the incompetence of the club, which failed to keep the meritorious coach. But more fans believed that the responsibility should fall on Tony Twain.

Although Tang En brought countless joys to these people when he was there, his sudden withdrawal and departure at the happiest time was still considered an unforgivable betrayal by the fans. Twain never explained the reason, and the fans' misunderstanding of him became deeper and deeper.

The man once known as the "King of Nottingham Forest" seems to be facing "betrayal" - the club directors do not miss him, the players he pulled together will be divided up by the powers, and his supporters are now suspicious and disgusted with him. Is there anything worse in the world than this?

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When Twain was still looking for a coaching staff for the team, the Football Association informed him that he had to lead the team to play a game.

"But I haven't finalized all the candidates for the coach." Twain was quite dissatisfied with the FA's decision. "Let alone the players."

"Don't worry, Mr. Tang En. It's just a friendly match. Players, you can use the original squad from the World Cup. Winning or losing this match will not affect our evaluation of you." The Football Association official said in an official tone.

"There is no such sudden attack in the contract." Tang En was still a little upset.

"Actually, Mr. Tang En... this game was decided before you became the head coach." The official said.

What else could Tang En say? Who made him the slowest person to form a coaching team in England's history?

"Okay, tell me about the opponent. Where are we playing? Wembley or going abroad?" Dunn casually pulled out a sticky note, intending to write it down, lest he forget due to too many messy things recently.

"You don't need to go abroad, Mr. Tang En. It's in Nottingham, the Crimson Stadium, and the opponent is Nottingham Forest." The official tried his best to make his voice sound normal, instead of suppressing a smile. But he failed.

"Huh?" Tang En's hand stopped. He didn't care about the official's playful laughter, but just looked at the note paper with "Nottingham Forest, Crimson Stadium" written on it in a daze.