Godfather Of Champions

Because the next League One game was 14 days later on January 18, Dunn gave the team two days off after the FA Cup. On the first day of the holiday, Dunn wasted on seeing a doctor and entangled with reporters, and cursing Nottingham for bad public security.

Fortunately, I still have some change, so I don't even have money for the car to go home.

The next day, Tang En went to the bank to report the loss of his credit card, and then went to the police station to report the loss of his ID card. After tossing for almost a day, everyone else was drinking tea in the afternoon before he dragged his tired body home. This is also grateful to the memory in his mind that is not working at all times, otherwise he has no idea where he should look for someone.

When he walked to the door of his house, he saw a child standing there.

He was about the same height as himself, but he looked childish.

Dunn didn't understand what the child was doing standing in front of his house. His face was still a bit dirty, with brown hair and wheaten skin. He should be a mixed race. Isn't it a watch for thieves? He glanced at the door of his own house and found that it was closed properly, with no signs of damage.

When the little child saw Dun En approaching, his eyes kept staring, but he said nothing. Dunn didn't like this look, so he glared at the child and walked from his side to his home.

At this time the kid said, "Are you Tony Dunn, the head coach of the Forest team?"

If you don’t call your husband, just call him by name and don’t say hello. I’m not polite! Complaining like this in his heart, Dunn stopped, looked at him sideways and said, "I am. If I want to sign, I'm not in the mood now."

The child lowered his head and took out a black wallet from his trouser pocket, "I'm not here to sign, this is your wallet."

Dunn took it suspiciously, and found that except for the hundreds of pounds inside, the credit card and ID card were all there!

Although he was busy today, seeing these things were lost and recovered, Dunn's mood improved immediately. When he looked at the kid, his eyes changed, and his face smiled: "Oh, did you find this? What a kind kid...Thank you so much!" He touched his pocket and found The change is too trivial, and it would be shabby to give it out to reward the other party.

"I'm really sorry, I don't have much money now. You come tomorrow, I will give a good reward..."

"No, I don't want to reward." The child shook his head.

The first thought that flashed out of Dunn's mind was that England also has live sex! This child is very nice, although his clothes are a little bit worn and his face is dirty, he looks very energetic. It must be a child of a poor family. People who are poor are not short-term, have a future, and have a future!

The kid continued: "I think your team should sign the best player in England."

It turned out to be a loyal fan of the Forest team, so the explanation can also make sense...

Dunn smiled: "Are you talking about David Beckham? I'm so sorry, we are a small club, but big stars can't look down on it..." He planned to reach out and touch the child's head. It's so cute... Although it is almost as tall as himself.

Unexpectedly, the opponent avoided Dunn's hand: "Who is that? England's best player is here!"

Dunn turned his head around and found no one...

"Where are you looking? It's here, right in front of your eyes!" the little boy said seriously, pointing to himself.

The corners of Dunn's mouth twitched, and then he burst out laughing. Then stretched out his hand again, intending to touch the other person's head. "What a lovely child..."

This time the other party directly slapped Dunn's hand, "I'm not kidding! I'm serious!"

It was embarrassing to be slapped off by a child. The smile on Dunn's face solidified, and then he coughed: "Well, please tell me. Where are you playing now?"

"I haven't played football."

Dunn stared at each other for a long time. "Are you here for fun?"

The child pursed his mouth and said seriously: "I haven't played now, doesn't mean I haven't played in the future. As long as I receive training, I will definitely become the best player in England!"

Dunn's tone eased: "Listen...what's your name?"

"George, George Wood."

"Listen, George. I appreciate you sending me my wallet back. But professional football is not as simple as you think. Thank you for sending me my wallet. I will send you back. Where do you live?"

George Wood was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said, "Sneinton."

Dunn searched in his mind and found that this place was a famous slum in Nottingham. Blacks, Indians, and all kinds of people of color live here, and there are student apartments nearby. It is the place where public security is the most chaotic. Although a few hundred meters from this area is Nottingham's most expensive high-end residential area.

Looking at the clothes on Wood, Dunn suddenly felt soft-hearted. There will be poor and rich people in any country and region. Nottingham, the well-known commercial center in the UK, is the same as the few industrial cities of Nottingham.

"Well, no matter what, I'll take you back." Seeing a taxi that just dropped off in front of him, Dun En stretched out his hand to stop. Snington is in the east of the city, and his home in Wilford is in the southwest of the city. God knows how the poor boy came.

The car stopped next to the two of them. Wood did not express any objection, and then got into the car. In the car, he did not speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Dunn decided to find something to say.

"George, why do you have to play football?"

"Make money."

Dunn glanced at Wood, this kind of answer was in line with his identity.

"Then you can go to work... Wait, you should go to school now? How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I don't want to go to school, I can't make money in school. And I have a job, but I make too little money."

"What's your job?"

"The porter of the moving company."

In the United Kingdom, the income of a porter for a moving company is 10 pounds each time, which is not high or low. The job is very simple, that is, take the things from the customer’s house and put them on the truck, and then remove them from the truck when they reach the destination. This kind of work requires a strong person to do it. Dunn squinted at Wood, this kid really has the money to do this job. Look at his muscles, it really doesn't look like a seventeen-year-old child.

The statutory minimum hourly wage in the UK is four pounds and fifty pence, and Wood's income is more than double that. Dunn didn't understand why he still thought he had less money.

"What do you want so much money for?"

Wood did not answer this question, and the car suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Born under the red flag, Tang En, who grew up under the red flag, received an education from an early age that seventeen-year-old children should be educated in school instead of going out to work. So he emphasized: "I think you should go back to school."

"I hate school." Wood said coldly.

Dunn found that this kid was like his old self, the stone in the pit-smelly and hard. He couldn't communicate at all, and he didn't say anything anymore, turning his head and looking out the window.

The world outside the car window is sunny, the blue sky is like washing, the bustling streets, the lively shopping malls, tourists are weaving. Dunn can even see tourists from China in the taxi. Under the sun of the 21st century, can you imagine that there are places like slums?

But it is indeed here, in this city. The scenery outside the car window gradually changed. Driving past the outskirts of the most magnificent residential area, Dunn could see the multi-million pound villas inside the iron carved railings. It used to be a textile factory and warehouse in Nottingham, with a very nice name "Lace Market".

Even the head coach of a professional club like Dunn could not afford to live in such a place. The place where Dunn currently lives is considered to be the most common kind of residential area in Nottingham. The place where ordinary people and working class live, except for the two-story small building with a detached house, is no different from an ordinary residential area in China.

There are poor people in Britain, but in a high-welfare society, their lives are not difficult. You can live very leisurely if you eat frugally. Snington, where George Wood's house is located, cannot be considered a poor neighborhood, saying that "absolute poverty" is almost the same. In the UK, all places where people of color and illegal immigrants gather are "slums." Now Manchester still has the largest slum in Europe. No matter how poor the white people are, they will be better than the poor people of color, because it involves racial discrimination.

George Wood is a mixed race, and he is considered a person of color. It's no surprise that he lives in a place like Snington.

In Nottingham, slums are not only poor, they also mean "chaos." Law and order is the most troublesome issue for the local police station in Nottingham. You can see shops that openly sell guns and ammunition on the street. Groups of gangsters roam around on the street, looking at everyone who passes by with bad intentions. Robbery, theft, drugs, prostitutes, violence... this is the place. Business card. They are the gray areas of the city, and many people hope to hide as far as possible.

The magnificent high-end residential area has passed, and the taxi is obviously bumping. The magnificent and decorated buildings outside the windows were nowhere to be found. Instead, there were dilapidated red brick houses with exploded wooden window frames, and the walls were mottled. As the car dealership deepened, houses more dilapidated than this gradually increased, and those dangerous people wandering around also increased.

The prostitute who dressed herself up with cheap jewellery and powder, but couldn't hide the tired crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, leaned on the door to smoke and attract customers. Man (or boy?) wearing a black jacket with vulgar tattoos on his thick arms. Head down and hurry, passers-by in a hurry. In groups of three to five, chasing the slapstick children. One piece of asphalt covered one piece, and the patches looked like bumpy narrow roads. The colorful plastic bags and newspapers discarded everywhere fly over people's heads whirled by the wind. People here live like these colorful rubbish. When they are blown by the wind, they numbly drift with them, and finally fall into a stinky water ditch, forgotten and no one mourns.

Dunn was looking at the world outside the car, and the people in that world were also staring at him unkindly, as if they were seeing a pile of pound sterlings or bread with butter.

Wood directed the driver to park in front of a red brick house, and Dunn paid for the car. The driver drove away quickly. Just when I stopped, several children were already taking pictures of his car windows. He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, what accident would happen.

Wood was a little surprised that Dunn also came down with him. "I thought you would just go by car."

"I thought so too. Actually... I'm used to getting off when the car stopped." Dunn hid the dirty hands of those children, they were asking for money.

"Sir! Give one pound, one pound will do!" The child who is estimated to be only five or six years old shouted with a runny nose.

It's not that Dunn didn't have sympathy, and he didn't have any cash in the wallet he returned. He still has about fifty pounds of change on his body now, which is his travel expenses. What should I do if I give these children?

When he was embarrassed, Wood shook his fists at the group of children: "Get out!"

The children made a grimace at him, raised their middle fingers, and then disappeared.

To be honest, Dunn did not expect Wood, who was also in the slum, to be so unkind to those children. "You are so unfriendly."

"They're not friendly to me." When Dunn was standing on the side of the street and looking around, Wood also stopped, "Nothing to look at, this is where I live. It must be an eye-opener for you?"

Dunn looked back at the boy and grinned: "It's okay. Can you take me to your house for a ride?"

Wood nodded, took out the key and opened the door.

This is a two-story brick house. The entrance was a narrow corridor and stairs, and Wood walked straight up. Dunn also said at the door: "Excuse me."

"The first floor is another family. My house is on the second floor." Wood looked back at Dunn strangely. "The family came back very late."

Dunn touched his nose awkwardly, and followed Wood upstairs.

Hearing footsteps, a woman's voice sounded: "George?"

"I'm back, Mom."

Dunn asked in a low voice behind, "Where is your father?"

"He's dead." Wood, who was walking in front, said without looking back.

"Uh... I'm sorry..."

"Are there any guests?" Dunn heard the woman ask.

"A football coach."

During the Q&A, Dunn and the others had already walked to the door of a room on the second floor, which seemed to be the restaurant. A dark-haired woman is sitting at the table, peeling potatoes. The curtains were closed tightly, and the lights were not turned on. The room was a little dim, but Dunn felt that this woman was the only shimmer in the room...because it was very beautiful. To be honest, seeing George Wood's square face, he really didn't expect this child's mother to be so beautiful, so young, and how much hardship would it take for such a weak woman to raise her child alone in such a chaotic place? He felt sympathy for this woman.

She was petite and pale, and seemed to be sick. But this brings out a kind of morbid beauty. And this woman also looked like a mixed race. How should I describe all this... Ever since Dun En entered this slum, he was devastated, and the world seemed to be dominated by gray, until he saw this woman. She is the only light source in this simple room, the only color in this world...

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