champion godfather

Chapter 40 Don't Give Up, Kid!
Tang En outside the court was worried about Wood's fate, and Wood himself was also worried on the court.

He is neither blind nor foolish.He saw Tony Twain suddenly appearing on the sidelines, and knew that this was a good opportunity to express himself. The teammates around him were all trying to express themselves, and he was not far behind.but……

No one is willing to pass the ball to himself, because if it is passed to him, it will only make the team's overall performance poor, and everyone will not get a chance to perform.This group of players... usually they can joke around together, but when it comes to this kind of time, who doesn't only think about themselves?There is no way, this is the cruelty of professional football, don't complain that others don't give you a chance if you don't have the strength!
Seeing his teammates press higher and higher, but he, the center forward, kicks further and further away from the goal, Wood wonders if his performance is over here?Take off the red jersey, and then go back to work as a porter. That job doesn't require any skills or movement, as long as you have strength, you can do it.

But when he thought of his favorite mother at home, he was unwilling to admit defeat.

The kid kicked more and more backward... Tang En shook his head lightly, what threat is there if the forward is 40 meters away from the goal?This silly boy, how can he shoot without rushing into the penalty area?How to show convincing ability without shooting?I know that's asking too much for you who've only been playing football for two months...but even one ball could save your career, asshole!Even if you score with your hands, as long as you do it so that the referee can't see it!
Tang En looked down at his watch and made some calculations in his mind.There are less than 5 minutes until the end of the game.Looking at Wood's situation, it seems that there is nothing to look forward to.

He got up from his seat and planned to leave early.He couldn't say to Wood, "Don't waste your time here", the best way is to escape from here.

Chris Lark looked up at Tang En: "Don't you want to watch it, Tony?"

Tang En shook his head in disappointment and said nothing.Then he turned and walked towards the player tunnel.

At this time, Nottingham Forest finally got a corner kick through continuous attacks. Except for the goalkeeper, almost everyone rushed into the opponent's penalty area.Going to score a goal and impress the first-team manager.

Only George Wood stood stupidly between the top of the penalty area and the middle circle. Although he was 1.8 meters [-], he didn't expect to compete for the header.

The ball was kicked out, and none of the Forest players got the ball.The football was pushed out first by the West Ham players and flew directly to the right side of the pitch.

A West Ham player wearing the number 8 jersey stopped the football beautifully, then turned around and pounced!

The few Forest fans in the stands booed. At this time, the backcourt of the Forest team was empty, and there was no one else except the goalkeeper.

"Damn it!" Chris Rack cursed.

Hearing the boos from the fans, Tang En turned around, wanting to see what happened on the field.

Then he saw West Ham's No. 8 dribbling the ball quickly, but all the players of the Forest team were watching stupidly in the frontcourt. They had no intention of returning to defense at all. Maybe they themselves felt that they couldn't catch up... …

But someone appeared in his field of vision.

George Wood!

"Where did this bastard come from?" The head coach of the West Ham youth team didn't expect there to be Forest's defensive players.

He chased the West Ham player with the ball diagonally, and the speed of the chase was amazing!Looking at his running figure, Tang En suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen him there...

The distance between Wood and the opponent's player with the ball shortened a lot in an instant.

"Oh my god..." exclaimed the assistant coach next to Chris Lack, "he's so fast!"

"What's the use of being fast?" Chris Lark subconsciously replied, "He's not a damn defensive player! He's never practiced fucking defense..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw George running at a high speed and flying forward with his head behind and his feet in front.Then, with that momentum, he ruthlessly... ruthlessly... stomped on the feet of the opponent's dribbler!The West Ham player with the ball was kicked by Wood and flew directly out of the sideline, and the football rolled out.

"God!"

"What the hell!"

The head coaches of the two teams exclaimed at the same time.Because in the empty stadium, they heard a crisp sound very clearly just now, it should be the sound of bones breaking...

The kicked West Ham player fell off the pitch and never got up again. He rolled back and forth on the ground with his right leg in his arms.West Ham's team doctor has rushed over.

The referee's urgent whistle sounded non-stop, and West Ham players rushed towards the perpetrator, but they were all stopped by Forest players, and there were some physical conflicts between players from both sides.It's not that they are thinking about Wood, in fact, they are thinking about the opponent's players-ever since they saw Wood knock down the tallest and strongest Eddie in the team with a single punch, and almost went into shock, no one dared to provoke him anymore him.

By the way, Eddie was the unlucky guy who was later sold to Knotts County at a low price.From League One to League Two, the turning point of fate was just that he habitually scolded a rookie who couldn't play football as "son of a bitch".

The players of the Forest team thought that George Wood, who did not perform well in front of the head coach, must be in a bad mood at this time, and would be irritable when he was in a bad mood. Then these West Ham players who rushed forward were just sheep in the eyes of the tigers. There is a bloody battle for the territory.

The referee took a lot of effort to separate the players from the two sides, and then walked up to George Wood who had just got up from the ground and raised his hand. A bright red flashed past his eyes-he was sent off.

Chris Rack covered his face and didn't want to look at it.Even if Tang En didn't say anything, he knew that this kid's time in Nottingham Forest was over, completely over!

At this time, Wood has completely lost his soul. He lowered his head and walked mechanically to the locker room. He didn't care about the yelling at him from the West Ham players and coaches around him, and he didn't see the disappointment of the youth team coach David Chrislake. Shake your head.Even when he passed by Tang En, he didn't stop for even a second, just walked back with his head down.

Immediately after Tang En hurried past was West Ham's team doctor and a team of stretchers, on which lay the painful West Ham player No. 8.Their destination is not the visiting team's locker room, but the nearest local hospital.

Tang En looked at the backs of the two groups of people, shook his head lightly, then turned and walked towards the coaching bench of the home team.

The field finally returned to normal, and Chris Lack did not intend to make any adjustments. Anyway, when George Wood was on the field, the Forest team had only ten people.He turned his head and saw Tang En walking back again. He was a little surprised, but that's okay, let's show the cards.The people that Tang En led had to be taken away by Tang En in the end.

So he also went up.

Seeing Chris Lark open his mouth, Tang En said first: "It's a mess."

Chris Lark nodded in agreement.

"We have a big feud with West Ham, haven't we?" Tang En asked back.

Chris Lark continued to nod.That's right.The thing about the curse of the first team's relegation in front of him is still remembered by the East Londoners, and now the youth team has abolished their main striker.

"What are you going to do?"

Chris Lark said to Dunn without hesitation: "Tony, I think we should give up on him."

"I have the opposite opinion with you, David." Tang En smiled, "I finally found the most suitable position for this kid."

Chris Lark was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that this foul made Tang En change his view of Wood.

"A speed comparable to a striker, a body stronger than a central defender, the physical fitness to run from one penalty area to another for 10 minutes, fierce tackling... Guess what position is it?"

The head coach of the youth team thought for a while, and then said, "The midfielder."

"The answer is correct!" Tang En clapped his hands happily. "It's the midfielder! It doesn't matter if you can't shoot. Many midfielders may not be able to score ten goals in their lifetime..."

"But, Tony Wood, he's already..."

"David." Tang En said seriously, "Give him another chance, and give me another chance. I believe in my vision. Do you know? Although it was a very immoral foul and a very failed defense, but I From that, I can see all the qualities that a great defensive midfielder should have. It was our mistake to let him play as a forward, and this responsibility should not be shouldered by him! Give him another chance!"

The two looked at each other, and for a long time Chris Rack was defeated. He looked away, then nodded and said: "Okay. I will let him practice defense the day after tomorrow after resuming training, and start from scratch!"

Dunn smiled: "Thank you, David. I'll take care of Wood's side." Patting Chris Lark on the shoulder, Dunn turned and walked towards the home team's locker room.

Chris Lark stopped him: "Tony, why not a central defender?"

Tang En waved his hand: "In that case, maybe we will give each other a few penalties every game."

George Wood took a shower alone in the locker room, and the water was splashing. He stood under the nozzle and let the water splash on his body without moving.

When he saw the opponent's No. 8 breaking through with the ball, he had only one thought at the time - to stop him.But he didn't think of fouling, it's just that he didn't know what to do best at the time, so he chose the simplest method...and the stupidest.He got sent off and it was over.I am not suitable for playing football at all. It is completely wishful thinking to rely on professional football to make money to treat my mother and support myself.

Forget it, go back to being a porter...

Just thinking of my mom smiling at the dinner table and saying, "My George is a pro, too."

He was heartbroken, betraying his mother's trust and hope was the biggest blow to him.

After turning off the tap, Wood walked out of the bathroom, stood in front of the locker and began to get dressed.At this time, he heard the door knock behind him, but he was not interested in looking back to see who came in.

"A dejected little villain with his hair sticking to his forehead and still dripping water, like a drowning dog just picked up from the river." Tang En leaned against the door frame and said in a mocking tone.

Wood stopped what he was doing, but he still didn't turn around.

"Tsk tsk. It's like the end of the world to get a red card. Hey, innocent boy, is this your first red card? If you don't say a word, you will acquiesce... Shall we go out and have a drink to celebrate? Oh, I Come to think of it, professional players are not allowed to drink." Tang En seemed to be acting a one-man show, he asked a question, but did not wait for Wood to answer. "Look at you now... are you going home? Crying and calling 'Mommy' to go back to breastfeeding..."

"Boom!" A crisp sound interrupted Tang En's words. He was taken aback, and then found that the door of the locker room cabinet next to Wood had been dented. You must know that the cabinet is entirely made of iron...

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Tang En snorted through his nose, fully expressing his contempt for this kid's threat. "If you think you can beat me, you can try it. Don't think that everyone in the world is the same as that trash who was knocked down by you with one punch. It seems that you are in good spirits... I just want to ask you one question: Do you still want to play football?"

Wood finally turned around, and Tang En found that the boy's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was from sadness or anger.

"You fucking liar! You lied to me that you can become a star, and then I lost my job to train with you! You want to hear my answer? My answer is-fuck you!" Wood growled angrily .

Twain snorted, "I lied to you? Boy, if you talk nonsense, you will be struck by lightning. Which idiot ran to my door and said to me, 'I think you should sign England's best star'? Who? No. People standing in front of me now, right? What did I say? 'Never underestimate professional football, or it will punish you', am I right? You think professional football is easy, follow two months of training Do you want to perform as well as a superstar? Where do you think this is?!" Tang En suddenly raised his voice, and shouted with the momentum of directing the game in front of 3 people, "Where do you think you are now?! This It's the locker room of the city stadium. This is the locker room used by the first team! The players here are all professional players. Which one of them didn't have this opportunity after more than ten years of hard training? You just trained for two fucking days Months of rookie idiots!"

Wood was so scolded by Tang En that he didn't even know how to repay.

"Do you think this locker room is just for people like you? If it weren't for the maintenance of the turf at the training base, some of you might not be able to enter this room for half a step in your life! Over the past 120 years, there are countless people who can't do it like you. It's been used by stupid people who know the situation a hundred times better, some of them are the best professional footballers, they have achieved success, some of them are just unknown, long forgotten. Why is there such a difference? Because the latter look down on professional football , they don't take seriously the jobs that bring them honor, money, beauty, fame and status, so pro football punishes them by making them worthless and money, beauty, fame and status go away from them overnight !Now it's your turn, boy..."

Tang En looked at Wood, who was silent, with aggressive eyes. "You got sent off with a red card, you performed disgustingly badly, you didn't see any future in sight, anyone could have just sentenced you to death. You are screwed, the game is over! But... did you throw in the towel? You gave up Are you willing to let your mother down?! Answer me!"

Wood bit his lips tightly, clenched his hands into fists, and there was no part of his body that was not trembling slightly.

"This game is over, and there is another game. If you lose here, you can win it back next time. But if you quit here, you will cry like an uncircumcised child Run home, then let me tell you—you will never have a chance to win back what you lost! Forever!" Dunn stepped forward, almost leaning against Wood's face and said viciously to him.

"Now, answer me: do you still plan to play football? Do you still want to be a superstar earning £12 a week?"

"Tell... tell me, how can it be?" Wood finally spoke again, his voice trembling.

Tang En breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone softened a lot: "Listen to me, go back. Go back to the training ground, train yourself according to the new position the coaches have arranged for you, listen to every coach, don't talk back, don't play your temper , use 24 hours as 72 hours. Then prove yourself again in the competition, step by step, don't rush, and don't quit halfway. You will succeed, I promise!"

Looking at Wood's eyes, Tang En added: "My reputation is guaranteed by the bank, kid." Then he grinned.

(End of this chapter)