Godfather Of Champions

In the winter morning in Nottingham, the morning is late, but there are more pedestrians on the road, everyone is busy at work, and those studying abroad also go to school. This is an old and young city, full of vitality everywhere, not like the old industrial cities like Manchester and Liverpool, with a dull mood.

Dunn was walking on the sidewalk while yawning. Young people ran past him in droves, in stark contrast to his listlessness.

Looking at those backs full of youthful vitality, Dunn could only complain in his heart about the terrible inertia left by his predecessor. It was like that rigid schedule. He opened his eyes at 6:30 this morning and couldn't sleep anymore. He knew that it was time for Tony to run in the morning, but he just didn't want to go for a run early in the morning. He hadn't done it since he reached the sports standard in the college entrance examination.

I was in a daze looking at the ceiling until seven o'clock on the bed, then got up and made some food casually, and then was in a daze until seven forty, and finally couldn't sit still and decided to go to work.

The direct consequence of the lack of sleep is that he has been yawning constantly. In addition, in the winter morning, it was raining and the temperature was very low. He wrapped his whole body in a black coat and curled his neck like an addict.

Twenty minutes later, when Dunn stood at the gate of the training base, he was a little surprised. He looked at his watch and confirmed that it was three minutes past eight. "Why is it so quiet? Isn't the New Year's holiday over yet?" Dunn was a little puzzled. The door of the training base was really deserted to the point of "menco sparrows". When he came, he saw a few sparrows stopped in front of the gate and heard him. The sound of footsteps flew up suddenly.

Even more surprised than him was door guard Ian McDonald: "Tony, it's not time to start training yet."

"Ah...oh. When does the training start?" Dunn knew he was ignorant again. Now he can only push all the reasons to the accident with his head on the ground.

"Nine o'clock in the morning." MacDonald looked at Dunn sympathetically and said, of course he had every reason to do so.

But Dunn didn't like to be seen as a mentally ill person. He glared at the other person: "Very well, then I came to the training base in advance, right?"

"Uh, of course..." MacDonald opened the door.

Dunn walked in. This was the first time he came to the training base of a professional team. He felt a little excited. But a voice in the back broke his good mood: "Tony, your office is turning left in front, the third room of that white bungalow has a huge French window..."

Dunn turned around and thanked the enthusiastic old guard: "Thank you Ian, but I know how to go."

Yes, he knows. Tony Dunn's memory still lingered in his mind, he was so familiar with this place, there was no strangeness at all.

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Entering his office, turning on the fluorescent lights, the dim room was suddenly occupied by bright lights. This sharp change from darkness to light made Dunn's eyes narrow.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge dark red boss table. There is a computer, a pen holder, a telephone, a few books on the desk, and nothing else. Behind the table is a large swivel chair, which should be his place. It's just that the tables and chairs look a little shabby, with a sense of history.

Dunn shrugged, as in English football, emphasizing their history.

He walked over, sat down on a chair, and then turned around, looking at this neatly organized office and the empty training ground behind him, he just felt: cool!

Wow haha! Unexpectedly, Lao Tzu also has the day when he is the head coach of a professional team! Those who laugh at me in the teahouse bar all day long, if they know that Dunn is sitting in the position of the head coach of the Nottingham Forest team, I really don't know what their expressions will be... Dunn touched his chin and smiled.

Dunn suddenly constricted his smile, facing the door seriously, and said in a very low voice: "Mr. Chairman, I promise to bring you a sparkling trophy at the end of the season. Yes, I promise... "

Then he got up, turned to the training ground, squeezed his chin, and frowned: "Well, I think that No. 7 seems to be out of state, should we throw him to the reserve team?"

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly increased the volume and waved his arms: "Idiot! Cut in, don't just go to the bottom! Didn't you sleep at noon? Cut in, cut in through the enemy's ribs... Inserted fiercely! Disturbed! Their defense, tore their well-organized defense to pieces, and solved the battle unexpectedly and quickly! Idiot!"

After roaring, he lowered his arms, feeling dull. Although he is called the head coach, he is actually a rookie. He doesn't even know his own team. This is his first day of training. He is panicked and uneasy. I don't know how my players will think of this coach who just made a fool of himself. Will they laugh at themselves? Will you look down on yourself? Will you despise yourself in your heart?

Dunn is like a fresh graduate waiting for an interview with the leader. This is related to whether he can find a job smoothly. This is a lifelong event!

He sat down again, leaned back in the chair, and looked at the training ground in a dream. He doesn't know how long he can stay in this position, maybe a week, maybe two weeks? Or stay until the end of the season? That is a good ending. An inexperienced and ignorant rookie head coach is facing huge challenges. Can he succeed?

A knock on the door awakened Dunn. He turned around, wondering who would come to him at this time. He trimmed his appearance, put on the expression he thought was the most appropriate, then cleared his throat: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a dozen people swarmed in. The office that was otherwise spacious became crowded immediately.

"You are..." Dunn couldn't figure it out and didn't understand what was going on.

That day, the young man who was pulling Dunn to persuade him to come back and direct the game stood up: "Tony, Chairman Daggerty thinks it is necessary to introduce your colleagues to you again."

Dunn thought of the situation at the gate of the training base yesterday when the old man patted his shoulder and said to him, "I won't put pressure on you, Tony." The old man thought well, but this scene...isn't it a bit too formal?

"Uh, I thank you Mr. Chairman for your kindness. But in fact I don't need..." When Dunn said this, he was observing the reaction of the crowd. He found that some people showed mocking expressions, although they were fleeting but still Was caught in his eyes. "You go back to work, training will start soon." He pointed to his watch.

The crowd hesitated for a moment and dispersed. But the young man was kept.

Seeing the last person walking out of the office, Dunn closed the door, and then said to the young man: "Desi, I know you are for my good. But you will make me very embarrassed by this."

Des Walker is a little strange: "Why?"

"I am the coach and manager of the team. I have to retain my authority and dignity in front of them and the players. To be honest, I now hate people looking at me with neurotic eyes, sympathy, mockery... . If this continues, how do I lead the team? Players will not listen to a head coach who needs to be reminded in person about everything."

Des Walker is not a fool, he understands Dunn's meaning. "Sorry, Tony, I didn't think so much..."

"I said I don't blame you. The only person I can trust right now is you, they..." Dunn looked at the door, "They are all waiting to see my jokes in their hearts. You have to help me."

Des Walker announced his retirement at the end of last season. Now at the age of 37, he has become the assistant coach of the first team. This is all because of the promotion and cultivation of Tony Dunn’s mentor Paul Hart-yes Hart suggested that he become an assistant coach after retirement. Walker is a very sentimental person. Hart, who knew him well, resigned. Hart’s most respected Dunn became the head coach. He hoped that Dunn would succeed. That would prove Hart’s vision was right. And to help Dunn is to help yourself. He has just retired and has no reputation and no experience in the coaching world. Following Dunn is a good way to accumulate experience. These years, it is not easy to find a job in the past after retirement.

Walker nodded: "No problem, how can you help?"

Dunn pointed to his head: "I'm still a little awkward here, sometimes it will short-circuit suddenly, you are by my side, remind me in time, but pay attention to the method a little."

Walker said he knew, and then he asked, "So today's training plan..."

"You arrange."

Hearing this answer, Walker was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted. "Then follow the usual plan."

"Mmm, that's it." Dunn laughed. "We will cooperate very tacitly."

Walker shrugged: "I always feel like I'm deceiving others."

"Ah, don't take that feeling to heart. Deception is also a good thing sometimes, such as when you deceive others for a good purpose. It's not called'deception', it's called'white lie'. Trained At that time, I just watched from the sidelines, unless it is particularly necessary, I will not say anything, you will do everything. Go and prepare, it's almost nine o'clock, and they are coming."

Walker saw Dunn accurately tell the time when the training started, and believed that he really recovered some. So he nodded and went out in relief.

Seeing Walker gently closing the door of the office, Dunn let out a sigh of relief. It's really bad to cheat, and it's not bad to be exposed by others. He worried that one day he would faint and confess himself, that would be embarrassing.

Tony Dunn is the old-fashioned medieval man in everyone's impression. He doesn't want to change himself in order to cater to others' impressions. He Dunn is a bit of a grumpy temper, a bit stubborn character, and no education. He hopes to tell them through his own efforts that this is the real Dunn. As for the former Tony Dunn...well, let him disappear with that sideline. I don't have that leisure time to care about where he went, and I won't feel guilty for it. You know I also lost a lot of things! Damn it!

He glanced outside and found that the rain had stopped. On the empty training ground just now, turf maintenance personnel are already checking the condition of the turf today.

A new day of training begins.

The players are training on the training field according to the usual schedule, but their minds are on the side coach Tony Dunn. There will always be people who keep peeping here during training.

Not only are the players so abnormal, even the coaches who are busy on the sidelines can't restrain their curiosity.

Their head coach Dunn’s current look is strange to anyone who looks at it, and he will look at it more.

Dunn wore a pair of sunglasses, plus a piece of black clothes, black trousers and black leather shoes, from head to toe. Standing on the sidelines, his face was unsmiling and looked particularly gloomy. Against the hazy sky, everyone passing by him seemed to feel a gloomy wind.

Even Walker did not expect Dunn to appear on the sidelines of the training court in this style. In the past, Dunn was a coach who wore capable sportswear with a whistle around his neck, and wore sneakers to run laps with the players. Now it’s like a club chairman. Count on him to come down to demonstrate actions or something, don't even think about it.

In fact, this is exactly what Dunn hopes to achieve. What he worries about is that someone in the coaching staff will let him off the court to demonstrate actions and other things physically, he will not at all. Watching football for so many years, playing football is called a stink. Simply dress up like this and tell certain people with ulterior motives clearly-I won't be off today. In addition, wearing sunglasses can prevent others from seeing his eyes, and naturally they don't know what he is thinking.

Walker took good care of him, his voice was much louder than usual during training, and he tried his best to call out the players' names. Compared to him, another assistant coach Ian Bowyer (Ian`Bowyer) is not so active. He was one of the people who showed a mocking expression in Dun En's office just now. According to Walker, Bowyer is the veteran of the team, played for the team for many years, then retired, and then became a coach. The qualifications are very old.

When Walker said this, Dunn understood it. It must be the dismissal of Paul Hart this time. The old man Boyer thought that the club would let him be the head coach. Unexpectedly, Paul Hart recommended a cronies to himself, making the old man jealous.

Human nature, Dun En expressed his understanding. But it doesn't mean that he has to be subdued. Dunn has never given up in front of anyone.

Bowyer was unhappy, and he was unhappy.

If someone wanted to abdicate himself two days ago, he would be very happy to be relieved. But the situation is different now. Since I have come here and become the acting head coach of a team, I always have to do something and leave something. This is both a challenge and an opportunity. Anyway, he used to watch football before. If YY made any arrangements as the head coach, he also played a lot of football manager games.

Now he is standing on the sidelines, looking like a wooden stake on the surface, but in fact he is trying to match Walker's name with the players on the court.

The black man with a pigtail and hairstyle resembling Rijkaard was the striker David Johnson who injured himself on the sidelines that day. Look at his performance on the training field...very fast and explosive. At present, we can only get such an intuitive impression, and we need in-depth observation to get through the game...

The small player who just kicked a beautiful pass was Andy Reid (Andy`Reid), an excellent young player trained by Dunn himself, and he was promoted to the first team with him just before the new year. Dunn took a few more glances at the kid, and in his memory, he remembered that this person later appeared in the Tottenham team (Tottenham). Unexpectedly, he was transferred from the Forest team. From this transfer, he can see his ability. Will players with no strength be looked at by the old Premier League teams?

Now that Reid was mentioned, the other person could not fail to mention, Dunn turned his attention to the backcourt. Among the group of people doing header exercises, a tall man caught Dun En's attention. Very energetic short blond hair, childish face, clean eyebrows, but behaves like a general. Even the defensive training of the coaching staff is arranged with him as the core. This is the central defender Michael Dawson (Michael`Dawson), known as Nottingham's future hope, and Andy Reid followed their mentor from the youth team to the first team. The game the day before yesterday was his League One debut, but unfortunately the team was defeated and his performance was not very good. But this did not affect his mood, and his face was still filled with an optimistic smile.

Dawson was promoted to the Nottingham first team with Reid. Two years later, he also left Nottingham with Reid and moved to Tottenham Hotspur. Dunn watched a few games later in his Tottenham Hotspur game. The young man performed well and cooperated with Ledley King in the defense line. He dared to command the entire defense line at a young age. He has always been the main defender of the England youth team, and later it is possible to enter the national team, but that was all in 2007. Today Dawson is just a young boy, full of hope and longing for the future.

As soon as he thought that this person would have been cultivated by himself, a sense of accomplishment arose in Dun En's heart-no matter which "Tang En" contributed to him, it was now his.

He carefully observed the team training, not only to remember the names and appearances of these players, as well as their respective technical characteristics, but also to remember the methods and styles of team training. He can't ask others too much, otherwise it will reveal the fact that he is actually a rookie. What's worse is that he may be sent to the hospital as a patient with amnesia...

According to his observations, the strength of the Nottingham Forest team can never be said to be weak. Many players have very prominent characteristics. Such a team has the strength to rush to the super in the second division of England. But halfway through the league, Nottingham Forest ranked tenth in the middle. For the teams that hope to compete for the first league championship before the season, this result is naturally bad. Worse still is the club’s financial situation. After selling Jenas to Newcastle, most of the transfer fee income was used to pay off debts, leaving very little transfer fee to the then coach Paul Hart, and Hart himself There is no confidence in leading this team to complete the chairman's goal. In the 27th round of the league in the first half of the season, the team has won eight draws and nine losses.

Although he has not seen Paul Hart lead a team to play, Dunn believes that this person's ability and the coach who can bring out so many outstanding players should not be questioned. Even if some people are sold away, such as stars like Jenas, the team's strength has not fallen to such a level. The strength of the team's players is not a problem, so where is the problem now?

Dunn noticed that the players were still watching him. Although Walker was the coach who led their training, everyone's attention seemed to be on himself as an outsider. From those eyes, he saw things that he had been familiar with in the past two days and could no longer be familiar. He didn't like the feeling of being seen as a monster.

So his voice suddenly sounded on the training ground.

"Hey! Are you visiting the zoo?! Where do you look? Focus on training! See what I do!"

He really became an animal in the zoo, and everyone turned their eyes to the angry head coach. The coach who originally thought it was a stake suddenly yelled, everyone would be surprised. But what surprised them even more was that Tony Dunn, who was introverted, never yelled, and always spoke in an orderly manner, could actually say such strong emotions.

Perhaps their coach Tony Dunn is very different from before.

Because tomorrow is the match day, the training intensity on this day is not very strong. The training of this intensity is only carried out in the middle of the week, and it is not a double match in a week. After the morning training was over, Walker let the players go home. The staff, like the players, left one after another after the training, and Des Walker followed Dunn back to his office.

"After watching the morning training, what are your thoughts?" Walker asked casually, sitting in a chair without waiting for Dunn to signal. He found that Dunn seemed to get along better than the previous Dunn, because he was no longer taciturn, he would laugh and yell, which was a good feeling.

Of course, Dunn couldn't tell the truth about the many doubts in his heart. Because his identity is not the first time he has watched the team's training. He was an outsider who knew nothing about the Forest before, but a coach who is really coming out of the team. He should know everything here. Even if the brain is hit, it should not be forgotten to be so clean. "It's not bad except for lack of concentration."

Walker then noticed that Dunn didn't have the notebook he usually carried with him. "Did you not memorize anything? Where is your notebook?" He pointed to Dunn's hands and asked.

And Dunn pointed to his head and replied: "I remember it here." He didn't lie about this. Dunn has a good memory since he was a child, so even though he has always been disliked by the teacher, his grades are very good.

Walker shook his head and smiled: "It seems that the change is so big, I have to wonder if the person standing in front of me is Tony Dunn."

Dunn felt that this was an opportunity for others to gradually accept him, but he couldn't express it straightforwardly, and needed to be tactful. He pretended to be surprised and said: "Huh? I can't explain some things clearly, but it just happened. Isn't that bad? Then I change it back..."

"No, no." Walker interrupted him quickly, "this is great, this is great, it's best. You are much easier to get along with now than you were before."

Dunn snickered in his heart, this was the result he wanted. He needs someone to introduce him to others, no one is more suitable than Des Walker, who has been with the team for more than a decade.

After sending Walker away, Dunn began to rummage in the office. Walker mentioned the "notebook", he decided to find out, maybe it could help him.

In the third drawer of his desk, he finally found the dilapidated notebook. It's only a little smaller than the tactical board, but it's thick. The edges of the black leather jacket have been worn out, the edges are yellowed and hairy, and the hot stamping "Notebook" on the cover is also mottled because of excessive friction. It's really a few years old.

Dunn opened the thick notebook carefully, for fear that some pages would fall out of it, or the notebook that looked like an antique would break from it.

"Really a man from the Middle Ages." Tang En tskled slightly mockingly. Now in the age of computers and networks, there are still people holding paper notebooks to record things. Can’t they just hold a laptop? It's convenient and cool, and it can also be used to pick up girls. Think about it, go to a place like Starbucks, order a cup of coffee, sit alone by the window, open the notebook, ignoring the noisy surroundings, fingers jumping flexibly on the keyboard, the coffee exudes a thick fragrance ...

Dunn shook his head, interrupting this unconscious fantasy. He has never been to Starbucks. The migrant workers who are struggling with food and clothing like him do not have the financial strength, nor do they have the willingness to go to cafes. They are also the kind of bars where you can watch football or the teahouses that bloom all over Chengdu.

Turning over the cover, there is a neatly written sentence on the title page. Even though the color of the ink has faded, the sentence is still legible:

Football has nothing to do with life and death, football is higher than life and death.

Seeing these words, the disdainful smile on Dun En's face slowly disappeared.

As a fan, he certainly knows what it is and the weight of it. Only fans can realize the meaning of this sentence. Football is no longer just a sport or a game played on the streets, but a religion and belief that melts into the lives, lives, and blood of fans...

The previous Tony would actually write this sentence on the title page, which shows his admiration for this sentence, and it would not be too much to say that it is his football motto. I really didn't expect that the dull and taciturn "Medieval Ancients" would actually like this kind of famous saying with strong emotions and even some disregard for reason.

Maybe the real him is not as gloomy as people think, maybe there is a fire that will never go out deep in his heart.

He roughly flipped through his notebook, and compared to the rigid and stubborn timetable on the refrigerator door at home, the contents of this book were much messy. If you don’t mark the time, you don’t know their order at all. Some of them are even written directly in the margins. Most of the handwriting is scribbled and messy. It can be seen that some things must be remembered at any time when you think of it. Separate places, see stitches.

The first one was written on March 21, 1998, and the last one stopped on December 31, 2002. Turn one more page, and this thick notebook comes to an end. On December 31, 2002, I wrote a lot of things, all about the following opponent, Walshar, and his own countermeasures. He calculated many possibilities and countermeasures, but he didn't calculate that he would be possessed by another Dun En.

Dunn sighed. He does not intend to record anything in this notebook. One is because there is not enough space, and the other is because he is unwilling to spoil this person's efforts, and he is unwilling to add more to it. Holding the notebook in his hand, Dunn felt its heavy weight.

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