Godfather Of Champions

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight came in obliquely through the huge glass window and shone on the table. The golden circle inlaid on the ceramic tea cup gleams in the sun, and the golden cookies seem to be baked naturally in the sun, exuding a seductive fragrance in the plate. Sweetened black tea, a warm afternoon, and people sitting and chatting together, this is the traditional British tea time.

When Mrs. Clough finished her work, she sat beside her husband, smiling, listening to the men chatting quietly. In January of this year, his husband underwent a liver transplant and has been in recovery. The doctor said that the operation was a success, and she was relieved. Because the old man liked to drink and smoke when he was young, his health was so bad that he once threatened his life.

Especially when he retired from the forest team coaching position, there was a period of time when the husband in the eyes of his wife lost his life. It's a good thing to be able to see a handsome husband like today.

Walker eloquently told the boss about Dunn's play in the locker room. Speaking of a group of fans rushing into the locker room, and then the players looked astonished. When Bowyer called out, Clough laughed loudly. stand up. In the boss's laughter, Bowyer could only sip tea in silence with his head down and embarrassed.

Before, Dunn thought that his topic would become the protagonist of afternoon tea, but he did not expect Walker to finish this story. Clough smiled happily and put him aside, and then asked the three old men about their current lives. By the way, he recalled the years of fighting together and anecdotes about the dressing room. This made Dunn this "Listeners" feast their ears. Both Bowyer and Burns were the main players who won the European Champions Cup with Clough that year, and Walker can only be regarded as juniors in front of them. And what about Tony Dunn...don't look at him now with the highest position among the four, but it is also the lowest. He couldn't talk about many topics. His memory of that period of football from the late 70s and early 80s was almost blank, and he could only take this opportunity to add some relevant knowledge.

If, as a simple fan, being able to be in this kind of place and experience this kind of scene, it is definitely something to be excited and proud of. He will listen to the conversations of the older generation of players and coaches with relish, without missing a single word. But for Dunn, who has already identified himself as a coach, he is a bit disappointed.

He originally thought that he would be appreciated by the king, and he kept the topic around him all afternoon. They praised him, affirmed him, supported him and encouraged him... but nothing happened.

He began to lose concentration and turned his head to look out the window more often. Although he thought he was very concealed and natural, he still fell into the eyes of a person.

When the last cookie fell into Walker's belly, Clough stood up with the support of his wife. "I think it's time for me to walk the dog."

Everyone understands that this is to tell them that tea time is over. So they also got up and politely bid farewell to Clough and his wife.

Dunn said goodbye to them with a slumped mouth, feeling very disappointed. Nothing happened this afternoon, and he even felt that he was wasting an afternoon of precious time.

The four of them drove back to Nottingham after waving goodbye to Clough's house and the leader holding Sam.

On the way home, Walker noticed that Dunn was not in a high mood, his eyes rolled around, and he roughly guessed the reason.

"Tony, do you want to hear the story?"

"Hmm..." The answer was weak. This is really like a child who is angry because of disappointment, Walker snickers in the back row.

When Burns saw Walker's expression, he asked with his eyes, Walkernu pointed at Dunn, so Burns understood in his heart.

"Do you know Roy Keane?" Walker asked.

"Of course I know." Who doesn't know? Manchester United's current captain, the Premier League, and even the world's leading midfielder.

"When Keane played the first game for the Forest, although we lost, he did a good job. Everyone was talking about the Irish boy who played for the Forest for the first time. They all said: ' Hey, who is that kid?'"

Dunn, who was sitting in front, shrugged: "Apart from the result of the game, it was a very successful debut."

"Everyone thinks so, including the kid Keane. Then the next morning before the team training, Keane met the boss in the locker room. The boss asked Keane's name first..."

Dunn interrupted Walker: "It is impossible for him not to remember the name of the player he played yesterday."

"Of course he remembers, but he still asked. Keane answered honestly: ‘Roy.’ After...do you know what the boss did afterwards?"

"I don't know." Dunn shook his head.

Walker laughed: "The boss took off his muddy boots because he had just returned from walking the dog on the court. He said to Keane:'Roy, can you get this clean for me? 'Roy did not hesitate, and immediately agreed."

Hearing this, Dunn turned his head and looked at Des Walker with a smile on his face.

"The story is over?"

"There is an end: then the little boy who helped to shine the shoes became the leader of Manchester United and the captain of the Irish team."

Dunn looked at Walker, and Walker looked at him. After a while, Dunn nodded and said: "I understand. Thank you, Desi."

"You should thank you. But if you have to thank me... invite me to drink tonight." Walker touched Burns with his elbow and bought him another deal.

"No problem, you can drink as much as you want!" Dunn, who understood Clough's painstaking effort, immediately recovered his mood, and his voice became much louder.

Looking at the road that continued to stretch forward, Dunn felt that the harvest this afternoon was enough for him to use for a lifetime, and Clough told him something very important.

Boy, in this line you are just a rookie who debuted for less than half a year. No one will pay attention to you, so now you are so proud? too early!

The golden shepherd dog leaped happily in front of the old man. It got into a bush, and then a few yellow wagtails were raised above the bush. They were chirping, and it was obvious that Sam, who was only caring for his pleasure, broke into their home.

After condemning the "robber behavior" of the shepherd dog, these beautiful yellow-green birds hovered helplessly above the bushes for a while, then flew over the old man's head, and drew an arc in the air and turned into the distance.

The dog ran back from the bushes, and the old man leaned down and scratched its neck: "You **** dog, scared our guests away. Cow shit...that's a bird I haven't seen in a long time. "

Sam whimpered, seemingly aggrieved. The old man smiled and patted the dog **** the back. "Well, I know you didn't mean it. Go and play!"

The pet dog ran away again, barking joyously, and the old man slowly stood up. His eyes went over Sam, over this pasture, over the old windmill by the river, over the woods in front, over the hazy city in the distance... all the way to a place far, far away.

The low bushes are scattered on the wilderness in early spring. The fallen leaves of last autumn have been dissolved into the soil after a winter. The tender green grass has drilled out, and the breeze blows, bringing the smell of soil and the fragrance of grass. This is the taste of spring.

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