Godfather Of Champions

Off the court, Dunn was worried about Wood's fate, and Wood on the court was also worried.

He is neither blind nor foolish. He saw Tony Dunn suddenly appearing on the sidelines and knew that this was a good opportunity to express himself. The surrounding teammates were working hard to express themselves, and he was unwilling to follow. but……

No one wants to pass the ball to himself, because if it is passed to him, it will only make the team perform poorly and everyone will not get a chance to perform. This group of players...usually can make jokes together, but at this time, who is not just thinking about themselves? No way, this is the cruelty of professional football. If you don't have the strength, don't complain that others don't give a chance!

Seeing his teammates get higher and higher, and his center kicks farther and farther from the goal, Wood wondered if his performance is over? Take off the red jersey, and then go back to work as a porter. That job does not require any skill or movement. As long as he has strength, he can do the job. It is most suitable for him who is a stupid man with no education.

But when he thinks of his favorite mother in the family, he is not willing to give up.

The kid kicked backwards... Dunn shook his head slightly. What threat would the forward talk about if he was 40 meters away from the goal? This silly boy, how can he shoot without rushing into the penalty area? How can you show convincing ability without shooting? I know that for you who have just been in football for two months, the requirements are too high... But even just one ball can save your career, bastard! Even if you score with your hands, as long as you do it so that the referee can't see it!

Dunn looked down at his watch, calculating slightly in his heart. There are less than five minutes before the end of the game. Looking at Wood's situation, there seems to be nothing to look forward to.

He got up from his seat, planning to leave early. He couldn't say to Wood, "Don't waste time here," the best way is to escape from here.

Chris Lak looked up at Dunn and said, "Don't you look at it, Tony?"

Dunn shook his head disappointedly and said nothing. Then turned and walked towards the player's tunnel.

At this time, Nottingham Forest finally got a corner kick through continuous attacks, except for the goalkeeper, almost everyone rushed into the opponent's penalty area. Intend to score a goal and leave a good impression on the first team coach.

Only George Wood stood stupidly between the top of the arc and the center circle of the penalty area. Although he was 1.85 meters tall, he did not expect to head for the top goal.

The ball was taken, and none of the Forest players got the ball. The football was preempted by West Ham players and flew directly to the right side of the stadium.

A West Ham player wearing the No. 8 jersey beautifully stopped the football and then turned to surprise!

The few Forest fans in the stands booed, and the backcourt of the Forest team was empty, and there was no one else except the goalkeeper.

"Damn it!" Chris Lak cursed.

Dunn, who heard the boos from the fans, turned around to see what happened on the court.

Then he saw West Ham’s No. 8 dribbling the ball quickly, but all the players of the Forest team watched silly in the frontcourt. They didn’t mean to return to defense at all. Maybe they didn’t think they could catch up at all... …

But someone appeared in his vision.

George Wood!

"Where did this **** come from?" The head coach of the West Ham youth team didn't expect that there would be forest team defenders.

He chased the West Ham player with the ball diagonally, and the speed of the pursuit was amazing! Seeing his rushing figure, Dunn suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen him there...

The distance between Wood and the opposing player with the ball shortened in an instant.

"Oh my God..." the assistant coach next to Chris Lak exclaimed, "He is so fast!"

"What's the use of fast?" Chris Lak replied subconsciously, "He is not a **** defensive player! He has never practiced **** defense..."

Before he finished his words, he saw George running at high speed flying forward, head behind and feet in front. Then, with that momentum, he slammed on the feet of the opponent dribbling player fiercely! The West Ham player with the ball was kicked by Wood and flew directly out of the sideline. The football also rolled out.

"God!"

"Damn it!"

The head coaches of both teams exclaimed at the same time. Because in the empty stadium, they all heard a crisp sound just now, it should be the sound of bone breaking...

The West Ham player who was kicked fell off the court and never got up again. He rolled back and forth with his right leg on the ground. West Ham's team doctor has rushed over.

The referee's hurried whistle sound kept on, and West Ham players rushed to the perpetrator, but they were all stopped by the forest team players, and there were some physical conflicts between the players on both sides. This is not because they are thinking about Wood, in fact they are thinking about the opposing players-since seeing Wood with his own eyes, he knocked Eddie, the strongest and strongest in the team, to the ground, almost shocked, no one dared to provoke him anymore. Him.

By the way, Eddie was the hapless guy who was later sold to Notts County at a low price. From League One to League Two, the turning point of his fate was just that he habitually scolded a rookie newbie who couldn't play football, "brought by a bitch."

The forest team players think George Wood, who has nothing to do in front of the head coach, must be in a bad mood at this time. If he is in a bad mood, he will have a grumpy temper. Then these West Ham players who rushed up are just the sheep in the eyes of the tigers. A **** battle on the site.

The referee took a lot of effort to separate the players from both sides, then walked up to George Wood, who had just gotten up from the ground, and raised his hand, a bright red flashed past his eyes-he was sent off.

Chris Lak covered his face, not wanting to look. Even if Dunn didn't say anything, he knew that this kid's life in Nottingham Forest was over, it was over!

At this time, Wood has completely lost his soul. He lowered his head and walked mechanically to the locker room. He didn't care about the roar of West Ham players and coaches around him, nor did he see the youth team coach David Chris Luck disappointed. Shook his head. Even when he passed by Dun En, he didn't stay for even a second, just walked back with his head down like that.

Following Dunn hurriedly past were West Ham's team doctor and a team of stretchers, on which the painful West Ham No. 8 player lay. Their destination is not the visiting team locker room, but the nearest local hospital.

Dunn looked at the backs of these two groups of people, shook his head gently, and then turned and walked towards the coach's bench of the main team.

The court finally returned to normal, and Chris Lak did not plan to make any adjustments. Anyway, when George Wood was on the court, the Forest team had only ten players. He turned his head to see Dun En walked back again, a little surprised, but it's good, let's showdown. Dunn had to take the people that Dunn had brought.

So he greeted him.

Seeing Chris Lak open his mouth, Dunn said first: "It's a mess."

Chris Lak nodded in agreement.

"We have a big feud with West Ham, haven't they?" Dunn asked back.

Chris Lak continued nodding. That's right. The thing that cursed the relegation of the first team was still remembered by the East Londoners. Now the youth team has abolished their main shooter.

"What are you going to do?"

Chris Lak said to Dunn without hesitation: "Tony, I think we should abandon him."

"I am contrary to your opinion, David." Dunn smiled, "I finally found the most suitable position for this kid."

Chris Lak was a little surprised, but he did not expect that this foul would make Dunn change his view of Wood.

"It can be comparable to the speed of a forward, and a body stronger than a central defender. It has ninety minutes of physical fitness to run from this penalty area to that penalty area, fierce shovel... guess what position?"

The head coach of the youth team thought for a while, and then said: "Lower back."

"The answer is correct!" Dunn clapped his hands happily. "It's the midfielder! It doesn't matter if you can't shoot. Many midfielders may not score ten goals in their lifetime..."

"But, Tony. Wood, he already..."

"David." Dunn said sternly, "give him another chance, and also give me another chance. I believe in my vision. Do you know? Although it was a very unethical foul and a very failed defense, I From there, we can see all the qualities that a great midfielder should possess. It is our mistake to let him be a forward, and he should not bear this responsibility! Give him another chance!"

The two looked at each other, and Chris Lak was defeated for a long time. He averted his gaze, then nodded and said: "Okay. I will resume training the day after tomorrow and I will let him practice defense, starting from the beginning!"

Dunn smiled: "Thank you, David. I'll do it over Wood." Pat Chris Lak on the shoulder, Dunn turned and walked to the home team's locker room.

Chris Lak stopped him: "Tony, why not a central defender?"

Dunn waved his hand: "That way, maybe we will give each other a few penalties every game."

George Wood took a shower in the locker room alone, and the sound of the water was splashing. He stood under the sprinkler, letting the water spill on his body, motionless.

When he saw the opponent's No. 8 breakthrough with the ball, he had only one idea at the time-stop him. But he didn't want to foul, but he didn't know how to do the best at the time, so he chose the simplest method...and the stupidest. He was sent off with a red card and everything was over. I am not suitable for playing football. I want to rely on professional football to make money to treat my mother's illness and support myself. It is completely wishful thinking.

Forget it, go back to work as a porter...

I just thought of my mother smiling at the dinner table and saying, "My George is also a professional player."

He was heartbroken, and betraying his mother's trust and hope was the biggest blow to him.

Turn off the faucet, Wood walked out of the bathroom, stood in front of the locker and began to dress. At this moment he heard the door rang behind him, but he was not interested to look back to see who came in.

"The dejected little villain, with his hair attached to his forehead, is still dripping, like a drowning dog just picked up from the river." Dunn said in a mocking tone, leaning on the door frame.

Wood stopped his hands, but he still didn't turn around.

"Tsk tusk. Receiving a red card is like the end of the world. Hey, innocent boy, is this your virgin red card? If you don’t say anything, it’s acquiescence...Should we go out for a drink and celebrate together? Oh, I Thinking of professional players can’t drink.” Dunn seemed to be playing a one-man show. He asked questions, but did not wait for Wood to answer. "Look at how you are now... Are you going home? Crying and yelling'Mommy' to go back to have milk..."

"Bang!" A crisp sound interrupted Dunn's words. He was taken aback, and then found that the locker door next to Wood had been sunken. You must know that the whole cabinet is made of iron...

"Close your stinky mouth!"

Dunn snorted from his nose, fully expressing his contempt for this kid's threat. "If you think you can beat me, you can try. Don't think that everyone in the world is the same as the trash that was knocked down by you. It seems that you are in good spirits... I only ask you one question: Do you still want to continue playing?"

Wood finally turned around, and Dunn found that the kid's eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was because of sadness or depression.

"You **** liar! You lied to me that I could be a star, and then I lost my job to train with you! Do you want to hear my answer? My answer is—fuck you!" Wood growled angrily .

Dunn hummed: "I lied to you? Boy, walking by talking nonsense would be struck by lightning. Which idiot ran to my door and said to me,'I think you should sign the best star in England'? Who is it? The person standing in front of me now, right? What am I talking about? "Never underestimate professional football, otherwise it will punish you", am I right? Do you think professional football is simple, follow the training for two months I just want to perform as well as a superstar? What do you think this is?!" Dunn suddenly raised his volume and shouted with the momentum of directing the game in front of 30,000 people, "Where do you think you are now?! This It's the locker room of the City Stadium. This is the locker room used by the first team! The players here are all professional players. Which one of them didn't have this opportunity after more than ten years of hard training? You **** just trained two A month old rookie idiot!"

Wood was so scolded by Dunn that he didn't know how to pay it back.

"Do you think this locker room is for people like you casually? If it weren't for the training base to maintain the turf, some of you might not be able to enter this room for half a step in your life! For more than 120 years, there have been countless people like you This kind of confused fool has used this place a hundred times more powerful. Some of them are the best professional players and they are famous. Some of them are just unknown pawns and have long been forgotten. Why is there such a difference? Because later They look down on professional football. They don’t take the job that brings them honor, money, beauty, fame and status seriously, so professional football punishes them and makes them worthless. Money, beauty, fame and status overnight Leave them! Now it's your turn, kid..."

Dunn looked at Wood, who was silent, with aggressive eyes. "You were kicked out by a red card, and your performance was disgusting. There was no future in sight. Anyone could directly sentence you to death. You're done, the game is over! But... did you give up? You gave up Are you willing to disappoint your mother?! Answer me!"

Wood bit his lip, his hands clenched into fists, and there was no place on his body that was shaking slightly.

"This game is over, and there is the next game. If you lose here, you can win it back in the next game. But if you quit here, you will cry like a little furry kid who hasn't cut his foreskin. Run home, then I tell you-you will never have the chance to win back what you lost! Forever!" Dunn stepped forward and said to him viciously, almost against Wood's face.

"Now, answer me: Are you still going to play football? Do you still want to be a superstar earning 120,000 pounds a week?"

"Tell... tell me, how can it be?" Wood finally spoke again, his voice trembling.

Dunn breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone eased a lot: "Listen to me, go back. Go back to the training ground and train yourself according to the new position arranged by the coaches. Listen to every coach. Don't talk back and don't play tricks Use 24 hours as 72 hours. Then re-prove yourself in the game, step by step, don’t rush, and don’t quit halfway. You will succeed, I promise!"

Seeing Wood's eyes, Dunn added another sentence: "My credit is guaranteed by the bank, kid." Then he grinned.

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