Godfather Of Champions

The forest team's red bus stopped at a designated place. When Dunn led the players down, he found that the surrounding fans were all forest team fans wearing red jerseys. They came here to support their team. Although this game only gave them about two thousand tickets.

Dunn saw Michael at a glance, and he hadn't seen this guy since that FA Cup. He put his hand in his mouth and made a hush at Michael. Michael pretended not to see him with a stern face, and Dunn laughed and followed the players into the side door of the court. Behind him, the fans shouted: "Forest! Forest! Nottingham Forest!!"

Amidst the shouts and singing of the fans on both sides, the team entered the locker room, ready to change clothes and warm up. Because Dunn was in a suspension period, he could not step into the court for half a step, so he could only stay in the locker room when the team warmed up.

"You only have twenty minutes!" Walker drove the players out of the locker room like a goat. He looked back at Dun En, who was sitting in front of the tactical board meditating, and then he closed the door and went out.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Tang En recovered from his thoughts. Walker must have thought he was thinking about tactics just now, but in fact what he thought had nothing to do with this game. Too many things have happened in the past half month, one after another, as if a roaring train is approaching him, making him too late to calm down and sort out. It's fine now. There is no one in the locker room. He can think about the situation and future he faces.

But at this moment, the door opened again. The most recent is Ian Bowyer. Dunn was a little surprised when he appeared in the locker room, obviously this person was not coming back to find something.

"I have something to tell you, Tony."

"I have something to tell you, Ian."

The two immediately realized that they wanted to go together. Dunn smiled, then motioned Bowyer to speak first.

"That's the case, I decided to leave the team when this season is over." Bowyer's first words shocked Dunn.

"what?"

"Hereford (Hereford`United) invited me to coach, and I have agreed to them."

Dunn opened his mouth wide and looked at Bowyer standing in front of him with a surprised expression: "When did it happen?"

"a week ago."

Hearing this, Dunn suddenly stood up from his seat, "Ian, you can't do this... the team needs you!" He also wanted this old man to assist him, but he didn't expect to hear the bad news. "Your experience can lead them forward..."

Bowyer shook his head: "Wrong, it is you who can lead them, not me."

"Uh, are you still angry about that?" Dunn asked cautiously.

The other party smiled: "Tony, you really broke your mind."

"what?"

"Do you know who I have the best relationship with on the team?"

"Who?"

"Paul, Paul Hart."

Dunn looked at Bowyer with the look of an alien.

"Paul often mentions you in front of me. He is really optimistic about you. But there is a big difference between me and him about the decision to let you take over the head coach of the first team after the new year." Bowie said quietly, but Dunn seemed Listening to the story. "I have to admit that I really want to be the head coach of this team. I also think I have the ability. But the most important reason is that I don't think you are ready. I know you very well. Guys don’t know either. To be honest, if it’s you before the new year, I firmly oppose it. I don’t think you are qualified to be the head coach of this team. Your performance in the first game was really poor."

Dunn thought of the scene where he was knocked to the ground by Johnson, and he felt embarrassed afterwards.

"But... your performance next opened my eyes." Dunn knew Bowyer was referring to the halftime and second half of the FA Cup game. "Maybe it was God’s arrangement to make you fall to the ground. He gave us a completely different Tony Dunn from before. I saw your qualities as a good head coach during that intermission. You know, Paul People’s vision is always accurate. Whether it’s watching players or colleagues, he thinks you can become a good head coach, which I always dismissed. Now I believe it. You really can."

"But, Ian..." No matter how Bowyer put a high hat on himself, Dunn was still reluctant to leave him. Having a right-hand man by your side is always better than being a polished commander. Walker has just retired from a player, and he can't be reassuring as a coach. He has a long way to go before he can become a qualified coach. Think about the first half against West Ham, his performance was not good.

I can say that I have just come to an unfamiliar place. Such experiences are always insecure. Bowyer can just give him this sense of security. He needs someone by his side to remind him, teach him, and maybe even criticize him. In short, if he wants to become a real professional coach, rather than a substitute for the civet cat, he needs a person like Bowyer.

Bowyer is a very smart person. "I know what you are worried about, Tony. Don't worry, I will wait until the end of this season before leaving the team. Before that, we have half a season. In addition, Dess has a lot of experience and he can be effective. Help you mediate the atmosphere of the dressing room-although I think you are a master at mediating the atmosphere."

Dunn looked at Bowyer and said nothing.

"Although I have played for the team for a long time, although I am respected by them...but I may no longer be suitable for the current Forest team. Des is closer to them, and their relationship will be more harmonious. I Some can’t keep up with the times...and you and Des are the ones who can lead them. Moreover, Herford gave me a chance to be a head coach, and I also want to return to Edgar Strett court."

Dunn remained silent.

"Well, do you have anything to tell me?"

Dunn sighed: "I originally wanted you to stay... now there is no need to say it."

"It's not that bad, at least half a season." Bowyer patted Dunn on the shoulder, then turned and walked out.

Looking at the back of Bowyer going out, Dunn murmured: "It's a real bastard, the ghost only knows I'm not here after half a season..."

Twenty minutes later, the team came back, ready for the next game. The pre-match tactical arrangement was still presided over by Walker, Bowyer was beside to help, and Dunn remained silent. Bowyer looked at Dunn a few times, thinking he was still upset about his departure.

He didn't know that Dunn was just taking this opportunity to study silently. He has told Walker what he has to say, and Walker will tell the team again. When Dunn thinks it's okay one day, he will replace Walker by himself and become the real head coach. But not now.

After the coaching staff studied their opponents, they decided not to make any special arrangements for the game, and to play with the team's usual tactical lineup. After listening to this arrangement, Dunn didn't say anything and acquiesced in the work of the coaching staff. In fact, he doesn't know what he should say. The members of the coaching staff are professional coaches at all. What are they?

He decided to observe the half-court first, like the game against West Ham, and then make adjustments after the intermission. From that game, Dunn not only gained great confidence, but also discovered one of his own strengths. Compared with the pre-match arrangements, he was better at directing. He likes to kill the opponent by surprise.

The pre-match preparation time passed quickly. Walker hoped that Dunn, who was the head coach, would say a few words at the end. It was his kind intention to let the players know who is the real leader. But Dunn looked stupid looking at these expectant eyes, what should he say?

He suddenly thought of the game on the fourth day, the warm atmosphere that overwhelmed the world, and the fighting spirit of the players on the court.

"Remember the last FA Cup game, right?"

The players all smiled and nodded, and some even clenched their fists.

Dunn opened his arms, "What else do I need to say? Go to the game like that!"

When the players all ran out of the locker room, Dunn was the last one to go out. When I went out, I saw two well-dressed men standing at the door, "Mr. Tang En?"

"Ah, it's me." Dunn was a little strange.

"We are from the Disciplinary Committee of the English Football Association..."

Hearing such a long list of names from the other party, Dunn moved his head closer. "Is there such an organization?" He laughed quickly when he saw that the opponent was not good at it. "Just kidding! Of course I know there is such an organization! Why are you looking for me?"

The other party was stunned by this, and Dunn quickly laughed again: "I'm kidding, of course I know what you are looking for! I have no plans to go to the stadium with them..." Dunn pointed to the players who ran out and said .

The two nodded, "We are responsible for supervising your suspension, so I'm sorry that you want to watch this game with us."

Dunn called out strangely. "Is there no beautiful staff in the Disciplinary Committee?" He thought of Faria Alam, although he didn't think that woman was so beautiful at the time, at least she was better than the two elders now. "Of course, this is also a joke. I will be with you..."

He patted the shoulders of the two people, indicating that he was quite friendly and didn't need to be too nervous. "Let's go."

"First of all, sir. You need to turn off all communication tools such as mobile phones."

Dunn took the phone out of his arms, unloaded the battery very simply, and showed it to the two of them until they nodded.

"BP machine?"

"Man, it's the 21st century now." Dunn shook his head impatiently.

"Intercom?"

"Listen, buddy, I'm a football coach, not James Bond. If you want to ask me if I have a wireless Bluetooth walkie-talkie, a pinhole microphone, a phone disguised as a lavalier, sunglasses that are actually a microcomputer, you can Leather shoes for pistols or fountain pens...whatever, my answer is: No fucking!" Dunn was annoyed by the opponent's stern questioning attitude. He shook off the two FA guys and walked straight. Stadium stands.

The two FA staff members dressed as "men in black" looked at each other, then shrugged and quickly followed.

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