Godfather Of Champions

Dunn was standing on the Vilford No. 2 training ground. In front of him were dense woods, and under his feet were the mottled shadows of those woods. The day’s training is over, the players have basically left here, but there is still one person on the training ground who is doing extra training.

Dunn stood on the sidelines, looking at the person who was training.

This scene is not unfamiliar to him.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, under the dark red sky, Vilford was fragmented by the shadow of the woods to the west. The whole training ground is very quiet, except for the muffled sound of kicking football, the sound of football hitting goal posts, nets, barbed wire walls, and the occasional bird calls. There are no other sounds. . Compared with the very noisy scene during the day, the contrast is quite big.

When he was still young, he used to watch the people in front of him countless times. At that time, the person in front of him was just a child.

It has been more than ten years in a flash. He is about to retire, and the person in front of him has become the banner of the team. More than ten years ago, on the same venue, at the same time, did Tony Dunn think of so many things afterwards?

Dunn was distracting, and the person on the court had already walked towards him in sweat.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"Appreciate the scenery." Dunn replied. He continued to look at Vilford, who was shrouded in twilight before him. "Don't you think all this looks like an oil painting? I remembered that you once kicked a football into the river on the youth team training ground. It was dusk at that time, and the sky was dark. I didn't find it. Ha!" He said and laughed. "It will be a few days before I can appreciate this painting."

George Wood turned and followed Dunn's gaze. "Isn't it this way for sixteen years?" He was used to it, because he would stay and practice alone almost every day. "Stay if you don't see enough."

Dunn shook his head: "The distance produces beauty. If I get down, I won't feel all this beauty. I will only take it for granted. I have been in Vilford for twelve years, and only recently did I feel that this is really beautiful. I used to be Coming in a hurry, and leaving in a hurry."

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Dunn continued to admire the beauty in front of him. In fact, the scenery of Vilford is definitely not beautiful, but in a different mood, you will definitely feel something when you see this dusk.

Dunn feels that this evening is beautiful, is it because his coaching career has reached the evening? The sun that once radiated infinite light and heat on the sky is now fading away.

"Go take a shower and change clothes, don't catch a cold." Dunn said to Wood next to him, breaking the silence.

Wood had no objection, nodded, turned and walked away.

When he finished all this, he found that Dunn was still on the training ground. I wanted to go up to tell the individual and leave, but I didn't expect to be held back by Dun En.

"When are you going to retire. Have you considered this, George?"

Wood froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No. I didn't plan this. But it won't be forty anyway."

Hearing him say this, Dunn laughed silently.

At the age of forty, he just talked about it casually, but he didn't expect Wood to take it seriously.

"I don't advise you to really play until you are forty. You must know this kind of thing better than I know. But you must invite me when you retire. I have to see with my own eyes the greatest captain in the history of Nottingham Forest Club retires. What scene is it?"

Wood was silent for a moment, as if thinking of something. After a while he said, "It should not be as good as you."

"What's so good about the retirement of a head coach?" Dunn shrugged. "After playing the game the day after tomorrow, a press conference is over."

Wood actually doesn't know what a head coach looks like when he retires, because he hasn't experienced it. According to common sense, he should retire earlier than the head coach, because a head coach takes less than 20 years, and it is not easy for a player to play for 20 years.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Dunn didn't want to talk, but Wood had a concern.

After a while, when the red clouds in the west were already much dim, Wood asked, "I think you are a little different from before..."

"Before? A little difference?" Dunn didn't understand Wood's endless sentence.

"It feels like you have a better temper than before. Is it because of your age?"

"Ha!" Dunn laughed out loud. "Did you see that I don't provoke a war of words? I don't swear in person anymore?"

In this game against Manchester United, Dunn and Mourinho's performance can be described as very restrained, except for the two people "greeting" each other once, no other news appeared. There is no provocation, there is no so-called psychological warfare. This makes the media feel very boring.

Wood didn't say a word, but he tacitly agreed.

"I've been arguing for so many years, I'm tired of it." Dunn waved his hand.

"But I don't know why..." Wood hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to say it, and finally he said it. "I like the one you were before... I feel very energetic. Everyone likes it." The "everyone" in his mouth is not all the forest team players, but refers specifically to the remaining "old guys" in the team, such as Jia Ress Bell, Joe Matoke, Abangraho, Mitchell... are all the players who followed Dunn to fight the world before Dunn resigned.

Dunn turned his head and glanced at Wood. He didn't know what to say, so he could only reach out and touch Wood's head.

Retirement is nothing to him, he just wants to leave the players he has seen growing up, and he is a little bit reluctant. These days, the players always use every opportunity to contact him, of course he knows what they are thinking. Everyone can't bear him either.

But how can there be a banquet in the world?

Dunn didn't want to continue this somewhat sad topic, so he asked a question that he was particularly interested in: "How are you and Miss Vivian?"

"Nothing." Wood's answer was obviously ambiguous.

Dunn guessed something, but he didn't say it, he continued to change the subject.

"George, do you have any plans for the evening?"

"No," Wood replied.

"Well, come home with me tonight."

Wood took a look at Dunn.

"Sania went to Paris today, and there is less anger at home if there is no one in the family. Teresa will be very happy to ask you to be a guest."

Shania left England this morning and flew to Paris to prepare for her last catwalk, and had to attend a thank you banquet. But socializing is not as much as before. Perhaps because she knew that she was going to quit the modeling industry and the entertainment industry, and that she was no longer a valuable celebrity, there were fewer people who came to curry favor with her.

This is actually pretty good, Shania likes it very much. For those social activities, she herself did not enjoy it. In many cases, it was nothing more than work and friends' invitations. Otherwise, she wouldn't stay at home when she was resting, instead of taking pictures everywhere. Although she and Beckham's wife Victoria Beckham are good friends, she and Victoria are completely different people.

Shania left Dunn feeling lonely, and Teresa missed it very much. Shania wanted to take Teresa to Barry with her, but Teresa was going to school, so she had to stay at home and let the nanny take care of her.

Dunn didn't worry about the children. The babysitters were very, very good, but it wouldn't happen to feed them sleeping pills to coax them to sleep.

But it is still inevitable to feel lonely.

That's why he would invite Wood again to be a guest at home tonight, although Wood is a taciturn, bad-spoken person, and will not tease children. But I don't know why, Teresa likes to be with her brother Wood. As long as she sees Wood, she will become very happy.

Dunn didn't see how good Wood was, so he didn't understand why Teresa liked that murderous George Wood so much.

If it wasn't for the two people to be too many years apart, Dunn would really worry about whether his daughter would fall in love with George in the future... Uh, it would be far away.

Dunn moved out of Teresa, and Wood had no reason to refuse. He nodded and accepted Dunn's invitation.

"Do you want to call Miss Vivienne?" Dunn asked suddenly.

"She works overtime..." Wood found himself missing.

Dunn laughed happily.

In the laughter, he turned around and patted Wood on the shoulder, indicating that they should go.

Wood did not leave immediately, but turned to watch Dun En walk in front. He noticed that the man's back was a little camel, maybe it was because he was smiling?

The last afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed by the horizon, and quiet Vilford was shrouded in the night. A gust of wind blew, and the woods behind them made a rustling sound, which blew the hair and the skirts of the two people. Wood couldn't help but glanced back at the dark woods, while Dunn walked out without looking back.

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Teresa, who had waited a long time for her father's "off work" return, saw Wood who followed her father into the house, her frowned brows relaxed again.

With Wood accompanied by Teresa, Teresa happily spent the first night after her mother left. When Teresa went to bed, it was already eleven. Dunn wants to stay at home with Wood, but there are many rooms anyway. But Wood said nothing, he must go back to his home.

No way, Dunn had to send Wood out.

At the gate of the yard, while waiting for the bus. Dunn thanked Wood as a father and told Wood to allow him to be fifteen minutes late for training the next day.

But the second day of training George Wood was still the first to come.

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A day in Vilford began in the misty morning. One night, the water vapor began to evaporate under the shining of the sun, and layers of white mist evaporated from the dense woods, which was blown by the breeze to every corner of Vilford, and even above the Trent River.

Vilford was still very quiet at this time, only the staff arrived early, ready to start the day's work.

Tony Dunn came as early as them. He did not enter the office, but went straight to the training ground, breathing the fresh morning air somewhat greedily.

The staff were busy on the side, and greeted Dun En when they met him, and would not stop their work. Dunn walked alone between the training grounds. Stepping on the wet turf, the trousers and leather shoes are all wet in a moment.

He didn't realize it, and you were very happy.

After visiting the training grounds of the first team, he went to the training grounds of the reserve and youth teams. I went to every place where I worked that year before returning to the office to rest. The players are also arriving one after another, ready to start a day of training.

This day is the last day of training before the Forest team game, and it is also the last training session of Tony Dunn's coaching career.

When Dunn entered his office to rest, countless media gathered outside the Vilford training ground, and they all came to witness Tony Dunn's "last lesson". Although they only have fifteen minutes of public shooting time, this does not stop their enthusiasm.

Pierce Bruce saw Karl Spike in the crowd. He has no affection for this guy who has been persistent in Black Dunn, and since he met him, he naturally wanted to go up and taunt him.

"Hey, Carl." He greeted him warmly, as if the two had known each other for many years.

Of course, Spike also knows what Bruce's identity is, so he also knows that Bruce took the initiative to greet himself, definitely not for reminiscence.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Pierce Bruce, our Dunn's queen reporter?" Spike responded with a weird voice.

This nickname is used to satirize Bruce in the circle of reporters, and it is definitely not praise.

Bruce was not angry. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Seeing you are in a good mood, Carl. Is it because the person you hate is finally bidding farewell?"

Without even thinking about it, Spark nodded: "Of course." He never denied his dislike of Dunn in public, which was much stronger than those hypocrites who greeted Dunn with hatred behind him.

Seeing Spike taking the bait, Bruce smiled more and more proudly: "I was thinking... Once Tony retires, where do you go to find someone to scold you and maintain the ratings of your show?"

The expression on Karl Spike's face instantly solidified. He is not a fool, he immediately realized that he had been fooled by Bruce, but he couldn't answer such a question. Because he really relied on scolding Tang En to become famous and eventually became a TV host. Once Dunn retired, who would he call to scold him? Swearing is also an art. It doesn't mean that just pulling a cat or dog on the road can attract so many viewers.

Looking around the English football, and even the world football, there are widespread controversies like Tony Dunn, and at the same time he has won many honors. People with high popularity are really rare.

Mourinho might be just one? But scolding a foreigner does not attract much attention in England. Mourinho's influence in England is far worse than Tony Dunn.

Although Spike hates the arrogant Tony Dunn, who has suffered a lot and made himself a lot of misconduct, he has to admit a fact that makes him very embarrassed and angry-once he leaves This makes him very annoying and disgusting. It has caused him a lot of suffering and made a lot of arrogant Tony Dunn, he just can't play!

This is no secret anymore. Everyone in the circle knows that Carl Spike relied on scolding Dunn for his position. Some people disdain him, even those who also hate Dunn.

Seeing how Spike looks like now, many people still laughed. It is a common hobby of people all over the world to make a fool of others, and British "gentlemen" are no exception.

After Bruce pointed out Spike's biggest embarrassment, he ignored the man and turned to pay attention to the team's training.

Spike's face was also thick-after fighting with Dun En for so many years, if the face was not thick enough, Dun En had already committed suicide by jumping off the building. After the previous embarrassment passed, he still stood there like an okay person, continuing to direct his men to take shots of Tony Dunn.

His program doesn't care about the training of the Forest team, and there is always only Tony Dunn in his shots. This also confirms from another aspect how correct Pierce Bruce said before.

Carl Spike only saw Tony Dunn in his eyes, and Tony Dunn's eyes were filled with the whole world.

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Tony Dunn, carrying the whole world, finally appeared in the reporters' lens.

Today’s Tony Dunn is wearing a casual shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, which is different from what he wears when he directs the game on the sidelines. Compared with those coaches who are used to wearing sweatshirts to lead the team training, he looks nothing like He is a serious head coach. But no one was surprised by this, because Tony Dunn had been here for sixteen years, and everyone had already taken it off.

Dunn appeared in front of everyone wearing sunglasses, causing a commotion. The fan group on the east side cheered Dunn's name loudly, until Dunn beckoned to them, the cheering gradually stopped.

No reporter was surprised at this scene either. They had already taken offense to Dunn's influence.

They just told those video reporters to seize all the time to shoot.

"This is Tony Dunn's last training session! Don't take other photos, just stare at him!"

Dunn doesn't care how others take pictures of him. He has long been used to it, although the battle this morning was indeed a bit bigger...

However, he deserves such attention.

Dunn is just so good, not hypocritical, it should be his own, and he is never modest.

The training was basically nothing to him. He stared for a while and found that the players’ performance was normal, and it didn’t happen because of the gathering of reporters... But now I can’t see anything that’s normal, everyone is running. The lap warm up...

Dunn looked at it for a while and then turned his attention to other places. There were many fans in the east, more than ever before. These fans made up their minds to ask Dunn for autographs for a photo after the game.

Dunn looked around the crowd, but suddenly settled down.

He stared at one of the people in the crowd, with a strange expression, excited and surprised.

Guess who he saw that made him so gaffe?

In the crowd, Fat John, Skinny Bill, and other brothers surrounded a person.

That person was Michael Bernard who Dunn had met before in Los Angeles!

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