Chapter 920: Volume 7: Heart of the Lion King, Two Atomic Bombs

Martin O'Neill resigned and only stayed in Forest for two months. I'm not surprised at all, I even think he left a little late.

For a Premier League manager, poor grades are not the biggest enemy. Rather, it was interference from the club's top management. When you're the last known person on the team, what's the point of staying there? For club owners, the head coach may be just a wage earner who can be hired for money. Well, I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of head coach the chairman of Nottingham Forest can invite to be their puppet.

——These are the first two paragraphs of Dunn's column for the Evening Post. This is his open letter.

After almost a month of silence, Tang En's column opened fire again, this time targeting his former club, Nottingham Forest.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was very explosive. It's not just as simple as cursing, in this column, he also disclosed for the first time the real reason why he initially chose not to renew his contract:

"...I can understand Martin O'Neill's feelings when Pepe moved to AC Milan. Because a year ago, when Lennon went to Inter Milan, I was in exactly the same situation as him. If It's not that I've already stopped drinking, I think I'll give him a call and invite him over for a drink - look at these two poor managers.

In fact, I have a lot to say since I resigned, but at that time Martin O'Neill had just taken office. I don't want to talk too much about a team that I'm not coaching anymore, that would cause trouble for the new coach and the team. I don't doubt my impact on that team at all, yes I'm very confident in that.

I chose to keep my mouth shut because I thought it would be good for the team.

But now the situation has changed, and O'Neal has also resigned. I think the situation of the Forest team can no longer be worse, so I choose to tell you the words buried deep in my heart.

Life and work are made up of many details, but these details are often not taken seriously. But I am a person who cares about details. In the Lennon transfer, I saw the last thing I wanted to see - the club executives began to get used to reaching out to the team, which was originally forbidden in the verbal agreement between me and Evan Daugherty of. But eleven years have passed, and the original verbal agreement has long since lost its binding force. Then I realized that this would only increase over time, exhausting me. Just like Martin O'Neill today. I chose to leave at the most glorious time, maybe that can give you a beautiful back view. But now it seems that leaving without saying a word may not have achieved that effect, and I am self-defeating...

I must apologize to the fans who still love Nottingham Forest and have been hurt by my attitude. I am sorry that I cannot continue to manage Nottingham Forest. If I could, I would like to finish my coaching career here all the time, but the current environment is not good for me. But no matter where I am, my love for Nottingham Forest, my love for you has never changed..."

The Nottingham Evening Post skillfully put together the news pictures of Martin O'Neill's resignation and the introduction to Tang En's open letter on the front page of the extra issue for comparison and reference. At the same time, I would like to remind all readers who purchased this issue, what this issue is about.

The story of two men who left Nottingham Forest.

The headline on the front page is also very flavorful:

They came here one after another, and they left here one after another.

The subtext refers directly to the club. This is what Pierce Bruce meant.

The open letter Tang En wrote was very long, occupying half of the page. Tang En didn't even know how many words he wrote. Anyway, he kept writing and writing when he had something in mind. When he finished typing these thoughts in front of the computer, his arms were so sore that he couldn't straighten them.

For Nottingham Forest fans, this article is like the atomic bomb dropped by the US military on Hiroshima, Japan. Together with the news of Martin O'Neill's resignation, it is even more shocking-two atomic bombs, and the other went to Nagasaki.

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"Martin O'Neill announced earlier this morning that he had applied to resign as the head coach of Nottingham Forest. At present, the club's senior management has not given any response to his application. Our reporter found at the gate of Wilford that he was about to leave. Go O'Neill..."

There was chaos on the TV screen, and the constantly shaking camera lens showed that O'Neill was standing by the car door answering reporters' questions:

"My resignation has been approved... This has nothing to do with Tony Twain... I believe they will announce a press conference soon..."

The scene was very noisy, and his voice could not be heard clearly, but the key meaning was still expressed.

The group of people who were drinking in the forest bar were all dumbfounded and stared at the large LCD TV hanging on the wall. More than two months ago, they watched the news of Tony Twain's sudden resignation at the same place, and today they saw Martin O'Neill's sudden resignation... Their brains have lost the ability to think, and they don't know what to do with such a news What do you think about it.

Perhaps Bill's first reaction was the most truthful, he cursed "FUCK". I just don't know who he's fucking, the resigned Martin O'Neill? Or the chairman of the club, or the reporter who reported the news that spoiled his day, or... himself?

As the news continued, the door was knocked open.

Fat John slammed into the door with a stack of newspapers in his hands.

Seeing that Bill was stupidly standing in front of the TV watching the news, he laughed and walked over. Put the newspaper in his hand on the table where he was, and then he went to the next table to distribute the newspaper. When he put a newspaper on every table in the bar, he happened to have something left in his hand. The next one, it's his own.

Someone noticed his unusual behavior and asked, "What are you doing, fat man? I'd like to have a drink, but just read the newspaper."

John leaned against the bar, ordered a glass of wine first, and then said to the person: "Don't you always call for the truth about Tony's resignation? It's there." He pointed to the newspaper in front of the other party, which had The word "extra" is an extra issue specially created for what happened to the forest team today.

As soon as the words fell, a group of people who were as stupid as wooden stakes just now scrambled for the newspaper in front of them.

Only Bill didn't move, his eyes shifted from the TV screen to John.

John smiled at him, took a sip of his wine, and began to read the newspaper.

Tang En's column was much gentler than when he was fighting with other columnists, but the irony in his bones was not lacking at all.

The mood is good today, which seems contradictory in the context of news like this. His happiness has nothing to do with Nottingham Forest. Anyway, Nottingham Forest is like this, and it will not be surprising if it goes bad. What made him happy was that the real Tony Twain had returned. Another reason is that Tony Twain, just as he thought, never betrayed them, and he has always loved this team and this group of people.

That mood was like knowing that an old friend who had lost contact for many years was still thinking about him, and felt warm from the bottom of my heart.

that's enough. Tony, do well with the national team. Although I am a Nottingham Forest fan, I am also an Englishman.

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Speaking of it, it only took half a day. Martin O'Neill's resignation and Tony Twain's open letter had already spread throughout England, and media of all sizes reprinted the reports one after another.

As a stadium that has just won the Triple Crown, even if they fire a field turf sweeper, it will be in the media. Not to mention the big news that two head coaches have been changed within two months.

Obviously, Nottingham Forest fell into a kind of civil turmoil... and the reason for the civil turmoil is now clear to many people-the club's senior management interfered too much in team affairs, which caused dissatisfaction between the two previous and previous head coaches. Non-renewal and resignation in protest.

It's just a pity for those fans and players who are obsessed with Nottingham Forest...

The training in the morning was completed under the leadership of the assistant coach, and everyone was absent-minded. Chris Lack originally wanted to continue to complete the afternoon training plan, but looking at the team like this, and thinking about the reporters blocking the outside, he temporarily changed the training plan and announced a half-day off in the afternoon.

He is now very worried about how many of these people will eventually stay on the team.

Only at this time, he suddenly felt how happy it was to have a strong person standing by his side, who could make him feel safe. When he encountered difficulties, he would come over and say to himself: "Don't worry, David .I'm here." Or grin at him and say, "I have an idea, David, do you want to hear it?"

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Wood received a call from Billy Wooks on the way home.

"Martin O'Neill has also resigned. Do you still plan to stay in such a team? Real Madrid offers you an annual salary of 15 million euros before tax. As long as you are willing to sign, this is your Income for the next four years."

This time the captain of the forest team unexpectedly did not hesitate, and resolutely rejected his agent.

"No, I'm staying here."

"I can foresee the fate of this team in the next few years - the decline in results, the damage to the reputation, plus the hatred for other teams in the previous ten years, everyone wants to beat the previous arrogant and domineering Triple Crown Wang. Your game will be very difficult. You may not win a single championship, George." Wooks calmly analyzed the disadvantages of staying in the Forest Team for him.

"I don't care, I've won enough titles."

Wu Kesi chuckled: "It's true, you have already won all the honors you can get as a club player. But I still don't want you to stay here. Evan Dalgety is a big idiot, he That old friend of mine is a small idiot and you don't deserve your allegiance to a team like that. You're the best player in the world, George. You deserve to play on the best team and show the world what you're capable of."

"Do you think that if I stay here all the time, your income will be reduced?"

Wux laughed, thinking it was cute about Wood. He laughed so hard that he coughed: "Ha...cough cough! I don't mind how much money I make, George. I care about you."

"I think there's more than enough money for now."

"But do you feel happy playing in such a team?"

"Happiness." George Wood replied.

"You're lying, George. Tell me the real reason, or I'll never end with you. I'll call you in the middle of the night and tell you which club is interested in my dear George." This old man is like a naughty boy .

Wood was silent for a while, he was almost home. If you continue to entangle with the old man like this, it won't be good to be asked by your mother. Because it is easy to deal with the agent, but it is difficult to deal with his own mother.

"I warn you, don't try to make up any excuses to fool me. I've crossed more bridges than you have, baby."

"Because I'm the captain," Wood said.

Wu Kesi thought that Wood would say a few words to explain, but Wood only said this and kept silent, which made him feel like his heart was hanging in mid-air. He froze for a moment and asked, "That's it? Is it gone?"

"Gone."

"What are you thinking? The captain has a new coach, maybe he will be replaced. It can't explain anything. If you are given a captain's armband, you can win your loyalty. Your loyalty is too worthless. What's the matter with you? Are you stimulated by today's events, dear?"

"I'm fine. I'm telling the truth. I'm the captain, and I can't leave my team behind. I don't want to leave a group of people behind like him!" Wood raised his voice very rarely, emphasizing tone.

This time it was Wux's turn to be silent. He knew who the "he" in Wood's mouth was.

"Okay, George...it's up to you. As long as you think it's good to do so. But it's such a bad excuse!" Wu Kesi hung up the phone violently.

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The night was getting darker, and the last sliver of the setting sun outside the window hung at the junction of the western sky and the horizon, which could still be clearly seen through the flat terrain of Wilford and the absence of any high-rise buildings around it.

Surrounded by dense forests, Wilford oozes patches of ink-like black against the background of the afterglow. At this time, even the turf maintenance workers had left, and only the club chairman's office in Wilford still had lights leaking out.

Evan Dalgety stood in front of the huge French windows, watching the twilight outside the window. On the table behind him was a copy of the Nottingham Evening Post, which was only published this afternoon.

There are only four editions outside the number, two editions belong to Martin O'Neill, and two editions belong to Tony Twain.

He had read them all, with a normal heart beyond Allen's expectations. The so-called "normal mind" was observed by Allen, which means that the chairman of the club did not curse angrily while reading, or stop reading and then crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash, or tore it into pieces, Light it with a lighter or something. He read the entire article quietly, and just sat there without saying a word.

Allen knew that starting today he would have to face more right and wrong, and it would not be wise to disturb him at this time. So he quietly took his leave.

In fact, Evan has already recovered from his daze, and now he is hiding from the media. He knew that there would be a lot of media outside who wanted to interview him. Even though the club had announced to hold a press conference tomorrow afternoon, those hungry paparazzi were still not satisfied. They still wanted to know more, and wanted to know more inside information. Or...they just wanted to take a picture of Evan Dalgety's panicked face.

When the last ray of light disappeared under the heavy night, Evan Dalgety walked out of the already dark three-story building like a thief, and slipped against the wall to the parking lot. His driver was already in the car. Waiting until he fell asleep. He had to knock hard on the car window to wake up the driver who was leaning his head on the driver's seat with his mouth open and drooling.

"Ah? Sir, I'm sorry...I fell asleep...Sorry..." The driver who was still in a daze opened the window, wiped off the sticky drool on his chin with his other hand, and stammered an apology to Evan.

Evan interrupted him by patting on the car door impatiently, "Open the door, go home!"

When the dark red Audi car appeared at the door, the police had an illusion—the front of the car was alive, and it swung left and right, as if observing the situation ahead.

The driver whistled to signal the guards to open the closed gate, but was scolded by Mr. Chairman.

"Don't honk!"

He was afraid that the voice would be heard by reporters who were hiding somewhere, but at this moment, it stands to reason that there should be no more reporters around here... Or is it purely "guilty"?

The beautiful modern electric gate moved slowly in front of Evan Dalgety, giving way to the passage. But in his eyes, the thing moved slower than a snail. He somewhat missed the carved iron gate that was demolished before. When Ian McDonald stretched out his hand like a young man when he opened the gate, his speed was much faster than this modern gadget controlled by a computer program!

When the door was only halfway through the rumbling sound, Evan urged his driver to drive through. For him, waiting here for a second longer means more danger.

But he still miscalculated, when his car was just driving out of the gate, at the slowest speed, a group of reporters who came out of nowhere suddenly appeared on both sides and in front of his car.

The driver was taken aback and stepped on the brakes.

Now it's all right, I can't run away at all.

When the reporters saw the car stopped, they swarmed up, carrying video cameras, cameras, and microphones to the rear window.

"Mr. Daugherty! Can you express your opinion on O'Neill's resignation?"

"Tony Twain claimed that his resignation was entirely your responsibility. Do you have any response, Mr. Daugherty?"

"How do you feel about losing two managers in two months?"

"Mr. Daugherty, can you answer a few questions? Just a few!"

"Nottingham Forest has lost its head coach less than half a month before the start of the league. Do you have any candidates for a new head coach?"

"What about the future of the team? It is said that Real Madrid has made an offer to George Wood again. Will he leave?"

Countless questions hit Evan Daugherty with flashing lights. In the night, his face was pale by the flashing lights.

He tried his best to make his expression look better, then ignored those reporters, and just urged the driver to drive and get out of here.

When the car started up again, the reporters who were stuck in front retreated and took pictures. When they were sure that they couldn't shoot anything new, they gave way to the front passage.

The engine of the dark red Audi made a long-suppressed roar, and fled in front of the reporters as if fleeing.

A photojournalist snapped the shutter on the back of the car, which was kicking up a cloud of dust.

"It's a great picture. The club chairman is gone in a mess. Hope he has good dreams tonight."