Chapter 921: Volume 7: Heart of the Lion King, The Brothers’ Trouble

Evan Dalgety would definitely start to miss the days when Tony Twain was around.

Because he found that facing reporters and the media like this is not something worth enjoying.

When his car drove to the gate of Wilford Training Base, a large group of reporters blocked the place, and his car couldn't even move an inch. Just like last night, a large group of reporters pounced upon seeing the dark red Audi A6, like a shark smelling blood. The white flashing light is the giant tooth in the fish's mouth, and there are bursts of cold light in the morning sun.

They asked the same questions as yesterday, but more aggressively. Evan believed that if he couldn't give them an answer, he wouldn't want to enter the gate of Wilford...

He opened the window and the mics slid in like snakes.

If he had put his face against the window just now, he would have been poked in the face by these sticks...

"There will be a press conference in the afternoon, gentlemen. If you have any questions, please ask at that time!" Evan raised his voice and shouted, and the fan of the club chairman was gone. He was utterly stymied by the voracious paparazzi.

"Is it okay to ask any questions?" a reporter asked.

In order to get rid of these people, Evan Dalgety had no choice but to nod: "Any question is fine!"

"Then, about Tony Twain's open letter... can I also ask?" The reporters were not willing to let go of such an opportunity.

Evan Dougherty stopped answering the question, pushed the microphones out, and closed the window.

The Audi car trudged through the crowd, moving forward little by little, and dissatisfied reporters were still surrounding it to take pictures, and some even slammed on the windows and doors, yelling loudly, hoping that the people inside could come out and answer questions.

The security guards from the entire Welford training base gathered here to escort their boss. Even so, they looked very embarrassed under the onslaught of the reporters.

When Evan finally arrived at the office after going through all kinds of hardships, Alan Adams was already waiting for him inside.

"These reporters are crazy!" Evan complained bitterly. Reporters also appeared near his home last night, and it seemed impossible for him to live a quiet life.

Allen said with a smile: "You have to be thankful that they are just reporters, not crazy fans, otherwise you will be overturned to the ground with people and cars."

Speaking of fans, Evan became sensitive: "What?"

"Protesting fans have already appeared outside the training base. They are holding banners, and the words on it... are all scolding you, Evan." Allen reported the latest situation for him. He came to him this time, in fact, for this matter.

Evan froze for a moment, what should come still came. And there should be more violent storms in the future.

"The fans need reassurance," Allen said.

"How to appease?"

"Find a new head coach as soon as possible, let the team return to normal, let the fans focus on the transfer market... and then hurry up and buy a superstar of sufficient weight." This is Allen's plan.

"Here comes the question, Allen. Do you have candidates for a new head coach?"

Allen was stopped by him. At this time, there are too few good coaches left in the market, and they look down on coaches who are not good enough. The goal set by the club for the team is to continue to enter the next season's Champions League in the new season. At least one championship must be guaranteed. Such a requirement cannot be met by just finding a coach.

Neither of them said a word, and there was an awkward silence in the office.

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The Nottingham Forest players are training on the training ground led by Chris Lack, but they all seem absent-minded. Everyone's eyes will always glance outside unconsciously.

A large number of fans gathered there, but they didn't come here today to watch the team's training, and then look for opportunities to find a few favorite players to sign autographs. The banners they brought were hung on the barbed wire wall, and it read:

"Who is the culprit who caused the team to become a laughing stock? Evan Daugherty!"

"Evan Dougherty, get out! Give me back Tony Twain!"

"Criminals must be punished, Evan Dougherty resigns!"

"We have the right to know the truth about Tony's departure!"

"Evan Daugherty die!"

There are no less than ten such banners, which are densely hung on the barbed wire wall. When the wind blows, they will vibrate, which is very eye-catching.

If those reporters could come in, they would definitely shoot around this place.

This is the best news material-"The chairman of the Triple Crown club is facing a crisis of confidence, and the fans collectively demand that he resign and apologize!" "

Listen, how great!

In addition to hanging banners, these fans did not shout slogans loudly, and then they began to watch the team's training. But who can train with peace of mind under such an environment and under such eyes?

The training effect this morning was extremely poor. Chris Lark can't do anything about it.

Players gather every chance they can to discuss the banners they see.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

Gareth Bell looked at those banners and thought of Pepe who had already left. He hugged the boss in front of more than 50,000 people at the Crimson Stadium. It turned out that he already knew why the boss left. Bale regrets now that he didn't do the same at the time. And what made him even more ashamed was that he had really complained in his heart about leaving without saying goodbye, and felt that he was irresponsible for leaving him behind.

He felt that he should take the initiative to call the boss and apologize. But I wonder if it's really appropriate for me to do so. There is no mental training for the tangled little monkey. In the set-piece training, his ball either hit the wall or flew directly out of the baseline, and none of his kicks were within the goal.

Mitchell's situation is not very second either. He rubbed garlic with his feet many times during training, and almost caused his thigh to be strained.

Everyone felt that there was darkness in front of them, and they didn't know where their future was. Two consecutive head coaches have left, and the club's top management is facing a crisis of confidence. Should I stay here, or change teams?

Everyone finished the half-day training with a heavy heart. Fans watched the players walk out of the training ground, only a few came up to ask for autographs, everyone else just looked on.

After the players left, the fans who watched coldly took down the banners and slogans they hung up, and left here one after another.

When they went out, they found that reporters were surrounding a white BMW X5, which was driven by Alan Adams.

He had just teased Evan Dalgety in the morning, and this time it was his turn to be unlucky.

"Mr. Adams, I heard that you received a deposit in Lennon's transfer transaction? Is this true?"

"Tony Twain thinks that you are the chief culprit for making this team into what it is now. Would you like to defend yourself?"

"Did the bad personal relationship between you and Tang En lead to Tang En's resignation?"

"Mr. Adams, have you really never said a word to Dunn in the past year?"

Alan Adams hid in his car. What was better than Evan Dougherty was that his car windows were covered with a special protective film. It was impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside, but the inside could be clearly seen. What's going on outside, it's a lot like that one-way mirror glass.

A few fans passed by the crowd, they suddenly opened the banners in their hands, booed the white BMW, and the people next to them extended their middle fingers in cooperation.

"Yankee get out! We want Tony!"

This is the slogan on the banner. There is also an American flag painted on the side, with a big red cross on it.

The group of fans started chanting "revolutionary" slogans: "Yankee get out! Get out!!"

The reporters noticed the hustle and bustle behind them, they turned around one after another, and aimed their long guns at the group of uninvited guests.

Seeing the reporters filming them, the group became even more excited.

"We want Tony! He can bring us a championship. Where's the guy in the car? He'll just sell our main players!" One of the fat guys shouted with extra vigor, looking particularly excited, his whole body bursting with fat Shaking non-stop.

"Alan Adams! Get out! Explain Tony's resignation!" He pointed his thick middle finger to the car window.

The reporters didn't go up to dissuade them, but they became more enthusiastic.

The security guards at the gate had to come to separate the excited fans, for fear that they would overturn the car in which the club's commercial director was riding, pour gasoline on it, and light a fire. You must know that there are so many reporters here, if they are allowed to do this, it will be... lively.

What happened at the gate blocked the place completely, and then the players who were driving to leave were all blocked behind.

The reporters were unwilling to let go of such a great opportunity, and many people interviewed the fat fan on the spot.

"We need the club to give us an explanation. Why can't they keep the meritorious coach who led the team to win the Triple Crown? Why can't they keep the team's defensive core Pepe? Why a team that just won the Triple Crown Will the team become the laughing stock of the whole of England?" The fat man spoke impassionedly to the camera lens, and his speech was echoed by the fans behind him.

"We're a fucking laughing stock! They're sitting in a limousine trying to avoid responsibility!"

"Get off, you bloody Yankee!"

"American pigs get out of the UK, this is not the place for you!"

In order to prevent him from escaping, some fans even ran to the front of the car and blocked Adams' path with their bodies.

Sky's blond reporter with microphone in hand, being shoved around by angry fans, and maybe being taken advantage of, but she didn't give a damn about that. She shouted excitedly in the crowd: "The commercial director of Nottingham Forest was blocked by the fans at Wilford's gate, and the two sides are not friendly... The fans are asking the club to give them an explanation, Tony Twain The resignation of these people is unacceptable to these people... But Alan Adams is still in the car... This is a live report from Sky TV reporter Avril Lavigne in Wilford!"

Alan Adams in the car was calling his boss and friend: "Evan, I'm stuck at the gate."

"Reporters? Just deal with them with a few words... I saw that the players' motorcade almost extended to my downstairs... What's going on?"

"Not just reporters, but excited fans and excited reporters."

Hearing what Allen said, Evan Dalgety sighed. This is the worst combination.

"The fans want us to give them an explanation."

"What explanation? O'Neill's? Isn't there a press conference in the afternoon?"

"No, it's an explanation about Tony Twain's resignation."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Evan's voice came: "Promise that an explanation will be made within a few days, and suppress the immediate crisis. What else can you say in front of the media?"

"What about the explanation after those days?"

"I'll talk about it when the time comes...Let me think about it, I want to be alone now..." Evan cut off the phone.

Allen turned his head to look at the angry faces outside, and the middle fingers standing upright. He knew what it was all about. If it was just the resignation of Martin O'Neill, it would definitely not have caused such a big disturbance. It was Tony Twain's damned open letter that changed everything, caused waves, and created a storm over Wilford.

But the two seem to have planned it. If O'Neill did not resign, the number of people who believed Dunn's open letter would be reduced, because at that time his reputation was the worst. But once O'Neill resigned, everyone was willing to believe everything Dunn said, because O'Neill's exclusive interview and resignation were the best footnotes to the issues discussed in the open letter. Now no one will believe the club's defense.

Evan wants to procrastinate, but if he can procrastinate today, can he procrastinate tomorrow?

Allen doesn't think about these issues, that's what the club chairman needs to worry about. He just executes.

The players are all watching from behind, spending time with those fans and reporters, which is not good for the club. Such a scene is really frightening.

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The fans who were yelling and protesting noticed that the back door of the car in front of them moved, and then a crack was exposed.

The fat man made a gesture, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

After a while, the seam was widened, and Alan Adams stepped out of the car.

The players behind also noticed the abnormality in front. They stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks to look into the crowd. At this time, everyone envied Aaron Mitchell very much.

"Hey, what's going on? Aaron." Mokla asked as he undid Ramitchell's clothes. Many players have set their sights on the big man.

"Mr. Adams is out..." Mitchell replied. With a height of 2 meters and 1, he can easily see the inside from the outside of the crowd. "The fans stopped making trouble, and the reporters pointed at him..." He described everything that happened in the crowd to his teammates like a commentator.

"Thank you for your concern for Nottingham Forest, gentlemen." Although he was blocked from the road for more than ten minutes, Alan Adams still smiled and looked very reserved. "I admit that the club is having a bit of difficulty at the moment..."

His words were interrupted by jeers from the fans. "A little difficult? He's ashamed to say, ha!"

The smile on Allen's face was still the same, he really could bear it. "However, I think real Forest fans should support the team and the club at this time. As for Tony Twain!" He said one sentence at night, and immediately said the next sentence. There was no time to change his breath in between. Interrupted by fans.

The fans fell silent when he said about Tony.

"The club will give everyone a satisfactory answer in...four days." Evan didn't specify the specific days, but he speculated in his heart. "Now I hope that everyone will not prevent the players from going home to rest. They still have a training session in the afternoon."

Allen pointed to the long line of convoys behind him.

This is really a wonderful reason to relieve the dilemma at hand. After all, the fans are only targeting the club, not the team or the players.

After the fans looked at each other for a while, the fat man who took the lead stepped aside to get out of the way. Other fans ran to him one after another, but continued to hold the banner, as if to remind Alan Adams that if they don't give them a satisfactory answer after four days, this matter will not end.

Allen returned to the car, closed the door, and turned his face to look at the fans with smiles on their faces. These people must have thought that they had won the confrontation just now. In fact, he didn't take these people seriously. If the media hadn't been there, he would have left long ago. What are the fans? You only need to provide them with ticket money, buy some souvenirs, and go to the stadium once a week to vent. Nottingham Forest is Evan Dalgety's club, and it has been withdrawn from the stock market long ago. Only Evan Dalgetty is the real king here. Nothing the fans do can threaten the King's throne. Look at Tony, but Tony abandoned you, and now you still want to ask for an explanation for him? It's so sad...

The car started again and drove away from the gate of the training base first. The dust raised made the reporters cough, and they complained to the rear of the car.

"The club will give an explanation for the resignation of the boss!" Mitchell announced to his teammates with some excitement. There was a small cheer. After knowing the truth about the boss's resignation, the locker room regained unity—at least on the surface. Everyone and the fans are in the same mood. I hope the club will explain this.

Abandoning a meritorious coach is tantamount to self-destructing the Great Wall.

No player can accept such a result with peace of mind.

George Wood had just finished extra training for himself. When he came out of the locker room to shower and change, he saw his teammates who should have left here a long time ago, but they were still gathered together. Although he didn't see the excitement of the media and fans besieging Alan Adams before One scene, but just heard Mitchell's words.

At that time, he froze in place, and then he realized that no one noticed him. So he turned around and quietly returned from the same way.

The players saw that the reporter was still guarding the door, and also realized that this was not a good time to discuss the issue of the locker room. They bid farewell to each other, returned to their cars, started the cars, and left one after another.

When the most persistent reporters could not resist the scorching sun at noon and evacuated here, Evan Dalgety rode his dark red Audi A6 carefully through the gate like a thief, and left Wilford . After a while, George Wood appeared in the locked gate alone on foot.

The guard was very surprised when he saw the captain of the forest team - he thought that the chairman of the club should be the last person to leave here in order to hide from the reporters, but he didn't expect that there was another...

Although surprised, he opened the door and watched Wood slowly go away. Then he shook his head. In the nearest Nottingham Forest, there were too many things that he couldn't understand. And he also knows that there will be many such things in the next few days.

The man who was dubbed the "King of the Forest" by the media and fans has been away for more than two months, but with just one open letter, he can still stir up such a big storm, really...

It's amazing!

As a Forest team fan, the young guard still stood with Twain deep in his heart.