Godfather Of Champions

For a whole night, Dunn did not sleep well.

After leaving the familiar bed, he tossed on the wider bed, always inexplicable dreams appearing in his mind. In his dream, he saw that he was youthful, standing at the gate of the city stadium carrying a travel bag; then he stood beside a green stadium, beside him stood a strange middle-aged man with dozens of faces. The childish little players surrounded them and listened attentively; the middle-aged man appeared several times in his dreams, each time standing next to him without saying a word, like a statue; later it was still the greenery. On the court, the middle-aged man disappeared. This time he was surrounded by a group of small players and told them something. Later, the scene changed and he saw a familiar scene-he was on the court during the day, with a middle-aged man standing beside him, standing on the sidelines in a straight suit and directing the game, while he continued to remain silent. The dream changed, and the man next to him became more and more irritable. Finally one day there was no one beside him. An old man stood in front of him, patted his shoulder, and said something, but he couldn't hear anything.

Then... he woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sky outside was still gray and pattering sounds came from the window. He got up and sat on the bed, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim room. Looking at the furnishings in the completely unfamiliar house, he still couldn't believe that he came to England in this way and became a football coach, although he was only acting... Rub his hands on his face to make himself more sober. Dunn jumped off the bed, then opened the closed curtains.

It was early morning outside and there were not many pedestrians on the street. The wet road reflected the lights of street lamps and cars, and it was raining.

This kind of weather reminded him of his hometown, a small town in Sichuan, which is also a rainy city, and it is always wet in summer or winter. Seeing such an early morning, he felt a touch of intimacy in his heart.

Feeling the chill, Dunn found that he was still wearing only one pants, he quickly put on his clothes and then went to the bathroom to wash.

Coach Tony Dunn lives in Branford Gardens, a very ordinary residential area, located in the Wilford area on the south bank of the Trent River. A red brick house very common in Britain, a small garden, and nothing more. The house is not small for Dunn who is single, but it is definitely not big in Nottingham. The rent of the house is very cheap, and the most important point is very close to the forest team’s training base and youth training camp. Walk to the northeast for more than 20 minutes and you will see the gate of the training base hidden in the woods.

Dunn finished rinsing from the bathroom and planned to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

When he walked to the refrigerator, he found that the refrigerator door was covered with paper strips. He opened the door and found a box of milk and a piece of bread. Then he simply stood in front of the refrigerator, reading the note on it curiously, and eating a simple breakfast.

The most striking thing was an A4 size form. After looking at the content on it, Dunn felt dizzy.

6:30-7:00, morning jog.

7:00-7:20, breakfast.

7:00-7:40, read the newspaper.

7:40-8:00, go to the training ground (remarks, arrangements will be made separately on the match day).

This is a very detailed daily schedule, the time is accurate to the minute, and there are a lot of notes. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, the schedule was faithfully executed until he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

"This **** obsessive-compulsive patient!" For the lazy Dunn, dividing his life into minutes and then filling in specific content paragraph by paragraph is simply a living suffering. Every day's life has been set before opening my eyes, what to do when and what to do when and what to do, and even the time to go to the toilet is written in the schedule for overall planning. He finally understood why Kenny Burns was so surprised when he saw him drinking yesterday—the former Tony Dunn was a true workaholic at all. He had no emotion, didn’t know how to enjoy life, and was rigid. Stubborn machinery... Such a person can live for thirty-four years, it is a miracle on earth!

There are some yellow, green, and red notes around the white schedule. There are different content written on it, and the yellow is a memo to remind him of a meeting at a certain moment. The green is the phone number that was jot down, there are not many green notes. It seems that these calls ended up in Tony Dunn's personal phone book. The most red ones are important plans and arrangements in one day, which are available every day. Dunn scanned the refrigerator line by line and finally let him find the red note pasted on the refrigerator door yesterday morning.

Except for the date of the day, there is only one sentence above:

"The first first team game coached as a head coach must be won!!!"

After reading so many plan memos left by Tony Dunn, this was the first time he saw this person use punctuation marks with strong emotional implications when writing, and one used three.

Looking at the scribbles on the red paper that were completely different from the previous memos, Dunn could even imagine the expression and actions of this person when he wrote this sentence. He must have clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, full of expectation and fighting spirit, and exhausted all his strength to leave this vow on the note.

It's a pity... Dunn thought of what the TV news said yesterday that the Forest team lost 0:3 to the underdog Schalwall at their home court. Was it the self who came suddenly and took away his victory? Dunn looked at the paper strips all over the refrigerator door and thought blankly.

He must have made the most detailed plan and told his players the day before the game. But what's the use? The game still lost. There is a Chinese saying that plans cannot keep up with changes.

Dunn reached out and took off the paper strips on the refrigerator door one by one. In the end, there was only a red note saying "Must win" on it.

Then he threw the paper strips into the trash can with the milk carton, clapped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom, the sky was bright, and although the rain was still falling, there were more pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

Dunn thought that he had seen on the schedule just now that he was going to the training ground at eight o'clock, and looked down at the watch, which was exactly seven forty.

No matter how terrible and absurd the reality is, after all, he became Tony Dunn, instead of this hapless man, he would naturally do the hapless work. Dunn is not an irresponsible guy. And when he watched the ball, he never thought that victory would come out of thin air. He put on his coat, took a black umbrella at the door, then opened the door and walked into the rain.

The forest team’s training base is also in the Vilford area, where the Trent River flowing west-east made a sharp N-shaped turn and alluvialized a large area of ​​flat land. A century ago, it was still a large area of ​​fertile farmland. forest. Nottingham is just a small place on the north bank of the river. Nowadays, the development of the city has crossed the Trent River. It is already a large-scale residential area. The Forest Team Club bought it and built its own training base.

The long and narrow training base is divided into two parts by a small road called "Wilford Lane". The larger area to the north is the youth team training base, which is a youth training camp that can be counted throughout England. The small area south of the road is the training base of the forest first team, also known as "Vilford".

The rain in the UK in winter is not heavy, but it is very annoying because they are always raining. Dunn felt that it didn't matter. After all, whether it was his hometown or the city CD where he worked after graduation, it began to rain non-stop in winter.

Ian McDonald, the old guard at the base, looked at Tony Dunn, whose trousers were all wet, a little strangely: "Tony, what are you doing here?"

Dunn felt that he was asking this question inexplicably. "Come to train."

MacDonald said to him: "But Tony, today is January 2, 2003, the team is on holiday, New Year's holiday."

Dunn patted his forehead, he forgot this.

Seeing him pat his forehead, MacDonald shook his head slightly. He must think that Dunn's head is still abnormal due to yesterday's impact.

"I said here, why... why is it so quiet. Happy New Year." Dunn smiled awkwardly at MacDonald and turned to leave. At this time he saw a dark red Audi A6 parked next to him.

The rear door was opened, and a blessed old man came down from inside. Dunn's subconsciousness told him that this man is his own boss, the chairman of the team-Mr. Nigel Daggerty. Then came down a middle-aged man, about no less than his own, tall and capable, wearing a well-fitting casual jacket, holding an umbrella in his hand, most of which was covered by the chairman's head.

Dogty saw Dunn standing on the side of the road, and the old man proactively extended his arms and hugged Dunn. "Tony, I read yesterday's news. Forgive me for not calling you. My son just came back to see me from the United States. Are you okay?"

Dunn was flattered by the boss's attitude, he quickly replied: "I think it should be... okay, thank you, Mr. Chairman."

Nigel let go of Dunn, then pointed to the middle-aged man standing beside him, and said to Dunn, "My son, Evan."

Evan Daugherty took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "Hello, nice to meet you. Mr. Coach..."

The father next to him interrupted his son: "Evan, I have said it many times. Don't call it ‘coach’, but ‘manager’. This is England, not America."

Evan smiled apologetically to Dunn: "Sorry, Mr. Manager."

Dunn also stretched out his hand: "Uh, it's okay. I'm also glad to meet you, Mr. Daggerty."

Mr. Chairman next to him intervened: "My son has just returned from the United States. He has grown up there since he was a child, and he is new to England. He is now looking at the ‘American’ who grew up in the NBA."

For this kind of sarcasm, Evan smiled helplessly, and did not refute it.

Standing in front of him was the boss who paid him a salary. Dunn thought of the red note on the refrigerator. He felt that he had to explain yesterday's failure, even if it was a lie. "Uh, Mr. Chairman... I'm sorry for yesterday's defeat..."

Unexpectedly, Nigel put his hand on his shoulder, which in turn comforted him. "Tony, I don't like failure, but this is not your responsibility alone. These two seasons..." At this point, the chairman's somewhat muddy eyes looked at the sky in the distance, and he mumbled an swear word. He withdrew his gaze. "Go ahead, don't think too much, I won't give you any pressure. Happy New Year, Tony." He patted Dunn on the shoulder, then turned and walked into the team training base gate with his son.

Dunn stood at the door and saw the chairman rickety back and his son Evan, who was supporting him and holding an umbrella for him. He couldn't tell what it was like at this time. He accepted the reality of being a football coach as quickly as possible, but he couldn't accept this team emotionally within a day. He didn't know much about Nottingham Forest, except for knowing that she was once brilliant. He is not a fan of the Forest.

But just now, the old man patted him on his shoulder two times, but there was a warmth in his heart. As a "foreigner", this kind of warmth is precious. He decided to do a good job and do his best. Not only to gamble with the group of drunks, but also to be worthy of Mr. Chairman's trust in him-even though the old man did not know that the person he trusted was not the Tony Dunn he was familiar with.

"Happy New Year, old man..."

Dunn, who had left the Vilford training base, was wandering in the street. He was aimless and could not distinguish between north and south. The rain had stopped, so he simply used the umbrella as a walking stick.

There are many times more pedestrians on the road than when he went out before. Today is a holiday, of course. Everyone came out in groups to play and go shopping. It's the New Year. But this kind of festive atmosphere does not belong to Dunn, and now he has no intention of going to the festival.

He finds it strange that he can understand every English word and every sentence of English. It seems that this is an instinct. He is familiar with the language of this country and some life skills as he is familiar with Chinese, but he has forgotten the other Some very important things.

There seems to be a fault in his memory. He can't remember how he trained the team as Tony Dunn and how he arranged tactics. He is also not quite sure about his popularity, influence and reputation in the club. So he couldn't understand why Mr. Chairman would be so kind to him. It's just that sometimes the memories that disappeared will come back, stay in his mind for a short time, and disappear again.

But he knew what kind of person Tony Dunn was before. He follows the rules, is reticent, works hard, and works hard. In terms of private life, he is like an ascetic monk. He doesn’t drink alcohol and has no love experience. I never go to a romantic place. Every day except for work, I go home and rest. Like the Big Ben on the London bridge, he sounds every stereotype. hour. He likes to be quiet, and the only entertaining activity is listening to classical music on headphones in his room.

"Fuck it!" After recalling the information about Tony Dunn in the depths of his memory, Dunn couldn't help cursing, "This is simply a person who lives in the Middle Ages, so boring! Why is this in the world like this? People?!"

Dunn summed it up for himself. Now this body is not his own, it belongs to an ancient man named "Tony Dunn" in the Middle Ages, so he has a body instinct familiar with life in England. At the same time, his Dunn's heart was beating in this body, so he had a personality completely different from this body instinct.

Thinking about it now, he would also like to thank the awkward experience yesterday. Let everyone know that his brain has been hit, so there is no need to worry that someone will doubt why Tony Dunn's personality has changed drastically.

Dunn, who was tired, sat on a bench on the side of the street to rest, and then began to seriously consider how he would be a successful coach and live up to the old chairman's trust in him.

He buried his head and thought for a long time, without a clue. He doesn't know how to train the team, he doesn't know how to make the team win. The football manager game played before is completely useless at this moment. He is not familiar with every player of the Forest team, at least he is not familiar with it now. He can’t gesticulate like watching a TV match: the coach should send this person on, let that person play on the left, and let that person actively assist... In the face of a completely unfamiliar team, Don’t even watch the ball. There is no way to start.

To make matters worse, now he does not have much time to prepare. Today the team has a day off and will regroup tomorrow, and then prepare for the third round of the FA Cup on the 4th. Their opponent is West Ham from the Premier League.

Today's Forest team has experienced a three-game losing streak in the league, and the new head coach who has just been replaced has shown a huge ugly on TV broadcast, and morale is extremely low. Although West Ham United's life in the Super League is not easy, it is better than the Forest team.

Tang En smiled bitterly and said: "It's really a leak in the house...If this is also the arrangement of fate, then I can only say: You **** shit!"

The troubled Dunn raised his head, and he saw a large bar on the corner across the street. Looking at the word "Pub" on it, he decided to have a drink inside, temporarily putting his worries aside.

"It's not useless to travel to England, at least the blooming bars are good things." Dunn muttered across the road and pushed open the heavy red-brown door.

"Sorry, it's not time for the opening. I forgot to hang the sign at the door..." Hearing the door, a middle-aged man who was wiping a glass behind the bar looked up and said, but when he saw clearly who was coming in When it came time, it was stunned.

Dunn was also stunned, because he recognized that the man with a cigarette in front of him was the one who invited him to drink last night-Kenny Burns. Yesterday, he was so angry that he made a mess of other people's bars, but he did not expect to come here again!

Dunn's next reaction was to withdraw, look up at the sign of the bar, and then walk in and look around. "How the **** did I go this way?" He could not help cursing.

Burns looked at him with interest: "It seems that the collision yesterday made our Tony Dunn's character change drastically."

This is a good step, and Tang En took advantage of the situation and went down: "I know, he used to...er, I never swear, and quietly like a woman. Hasn't the door opened yet? Then I will change the house..." He Turning to leave, Burns' hearty laughter sounded behind him.

"Don't waste your efforts. There will be no bars open before 11:30 noon."

Dunn turned around embarrassedly: "I...I rarely come, so I don't know."

"It's not that you come here very rarely. Today is the second time you come to the bar. As I said, you were like the purest Puritan before. Do you mind if I say that to you?"

Dunn shook his head. He is an atheist. He doesn't believe in religion. He doesn't care what religious camp other people classify him into.

Burns walked out from behind the bar and waved to Dunn at the door: "Since I'm here, don't leave. Anyway, I'm bored by myself. How about chatting with me? Of course, I invite you to drink."

Now Dunn is also looking for someone to chat with him. He blinked his eyes: "The purest Scotch whisky?"

Burns laughed loudly: "Yes, the most authentic Scotch whisky from my hometown! But you must not put the glass on my face."

"Ah! That incident... I want to solemnly apologize to you."

"Nothing, fights in bars are common. People will be more excited if they drink too much, especially when there is a ball game..." Burns nodded in understanding.

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