Godfather Of Champions

Although he has properties in London and Manchester, Beckham still bought a luxury villa outside Nottingham. This house was bought after he signed with the Forest team. After half a year, he can finally live in.

Wives, children, and servants moved in, and the deserted house began to feel alive.

Today is August 10th. Before Beckham got up, Victoria was already busy in the sunny kitchen.

After getting up, Beckham didn't immediately jump down to the bathroom to wash, he sat on the bed for a while.

It's been a month and a half since I joined the Forest, and I have moved to this city for more than a dozen days, but sometimes I still feel a little dazed. I wake up every morning and feel like I'm still in Madrid.

Tomorrow is the first round of the Premier League in the new season. Four years later, I came back again. I really don’t know how to describe this feeling.

Beckham rubbed his face with his hands. He heard Victoria's cry downstairs, so he jumped off the large bed and wore his pajamas to wash.

In any case, he is not a Real Madrid player, nor a Manchester United player, but a Nottingham Forest player.

He has left for the past four years and many changes have taken place in the Premier League. Who would have thought that Nottingham Forest would suddenly rise in 2003? At that time, the Forest was still struggling in the First Division (now the English Champions League), and Tony Dunn’s name was unknown. Manchester United is a nonsense. Van Nistelrooy has left, Roy Keane has left, Bart has left, Phil Neville has left. Only Giggs and Gary Neville had returned in the Class of 1992. What about the others in Manchester United? They are scattered among the teams in the Premier League. In the new season, he will inevitably have a showdown with his former good friends on the court, and the fight with Manchester United is even more inevitable.

If it’s okay at City Stadium, how would the fans there treat themselves if they returned to Old Trafford?

Maybe you should ask Luther. He has already returned to Old Trafford on behalf of the Forest team. He must have relevant experience...

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Dunn was awakened by the screaming from Shania lying on her ears. He patted Shania on the head, as if she was shooting an alarm clock. Shania was really obedient.

"This alarm clock is quite smart..." Dunn mumbled and sat up from the bed. He has no habit of sleeping in pajamas, and he always wears only a pair of underwear. But because she has lived with Shania for a long time, both of them are used to it. Dunn sat on the bed with her upper body naked, and Shania would not feel embarrassed.

"Get up quickly, I made you a Brazilian breakfast!" Seeing her goal, Shania ran out hopping.

Dunn only wore a pair of underwear and washed up in the bathroom upstairs before going downstairs after getting dressed. The newspaper was not placed on the table, but on the sofa.

Shania hated Dunn reading the newspaper while eating, and her father did the same, so she always complained that it was a common problem of men. So as long as she was in Nottingham, she would take the opportunity of getting up in advance to make breakfast for Dunn, put the newspaper away on the sofa, and then supervise it while eating.

It must be pointed out that Shania’s cooking skills have not improved at all. In the past, Dunn said that her cooking was not good, and she also said that it was because British food was not good at all, and today’s Brazilian breakfast is just as special. What has improved is the ability of Dunn’s stomach and intestines-now he doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore, at most it tastes a little strange...

Since Shania volunteered to make breakfast for Dunn, Dunn read the newspaper at the dinner table for one more reason—distraction.

Now this trick doesn't work, and Shania is very strict. And Dunn also knew that reading while eating was not a good habit. This was something he had been educated repeatedly by his parents at home when he was a child, just like "washing hands before and after meals".

"Are you out of work for this period of time?" Since you don't want to distract from reading the newspaper, you can talk to Shania.

Shania shook her head: "I pushed it too."

"Oh, I started to learn to play big cards at a young age." Dunn laughed.

"I have enough money to eat and wear within a year even if I don't show up now." Shania tapped the coffee cup in front of her with a spoon. "After signing an endorsement with a large company, I will naturally not participate in many small and irrelevant catwalks."

"I'm going to Liverpool in the morning. I don't have time to be with you. What do you do?"

"I'm going to Liverpool too!" Shania raised her hand and frightened Dunn.

"Don't think about it, I won't go with you, I will let Mr. Faisal accompany me, shopping and traveling...by the way to watch the game! In addition, I also decided that as long as I don't have a job, I will watch your away game live. ball!"

Dunn was even more frightened.

Shania is not an ordinary girl anymore. She is a super model who is popular throughout Europe. Her various print advertisements have frequently appeared in the most prosperous commercial areas in those big cities, and her TV commercials are also in various places. Broadcast in turn on big TV stations. Even ordinary people who don't know the fashion industry have seen her face. Such people run around with his team...Isn't it the media that are the happiest? The most developed in England is not their Super League, but the all-pervasive paparazzi

He wanted to scowl and say "no". But after thinking about it, Shania is still a child after all. In these years, she has almost given up all the hobbies a child should have for her model job. Her childhood was spent in various training rooms. Now that you have money and status, you don’t have to run around for a living and become tired like a dog. So what’s wrong with having fun? Take it as compensation for a lost childhood...

"Uh...then you have to pay attention to those paparazzi." Dunn reminded. "The media in England is not like other countries."

Shania rolled her eyes, then bit her teaspoon and nodded happily: "Don't worry, Uncle Tony. I have a lot of experience."

Dunn continued to eat in peace. After taking a few bites, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Shania and said, "Be careful."

Shania was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

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"George, when is the team meeting time?" Sophia asked by the way, packing the cutlery she had just used in the kitchen.

Wood was packing his backpack in his room. Hearing his mother's voice, he poked out his head and said, "Thirty thirty."

The bright sunshine outside the window came in obliquely, and it was a little hot on George's hands and backpack.

When he came out of the bedroom with a backpack, his mother heard footsteps coming out of the kitchen. "Are you leaving now, George?"

Wood looked at the fine beads of sweat on his mother's head, then put the backpack on the floor, "No, not in a hurry, Mom."

He walked past Sophia, went straight to the kitchen, and began to take over the work that his mother hadn't finished.

"Hey, you put it down, I'll do it." Sophia quickly turned around to grab the plate in Wood's hand.

Wood didn't listen to his mother's words. He blocked Sophia behind with his generous back, protecting the dishes in his hand and the sink in front of him like a ball on the court.

Sophia knew she could not persuade the stubborn Wood, and was also very happy to see her son help her with the housework.

She stood aside to beat Wood.

"George."

"Ok?"

"Tell me honestly, do you have a girlfriend? A big star like you must be very popular?" Sophia said with a smile.

Wood shook his head resolutely: "No, Mom."

"Find a good girl, George. Young man, it's a good time to fall in love."

Unexpectedly, Wood shook his head again: "I don't want to find..."

"Why?" Sophia was a little surprised.

"It's fine to have a mother."

Sophia laughed blankly: "Silly boy, your girlfriend will become your wife in the future and stay with you forever. Can mom?"

Wood was silent for a while, then lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "Before that..., I'll just be with my mother."

Hearing this answer, what can Sophia say besides smiling? Living with her mother for a long time, she knows that George has an Oedipus complex, which is the result of the mother and son relying on each other. She doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Mother and son love each other deeply, but she can't live with Wood all his life. He must find a girlfriend, even if he doesn't get married, let him understand what love is...

She put a word in her heart, and did not dare to say it. Because every time she mentioned "death", George would be furious, glaring at his mother and forbidden her to say the word.

But it's a fact that my mother's health is not good. Even if the Forest Club pays for the operation, her body will be broken if she breaks down. Unlike a machine, it will be as good as before by changing parts and polishing. What will you do if you are alone, George?

She hugged Wood lightly behind her back, and leaned her face on Wood's thick and strong back.

"George, George, my silly boy..." she murmured.

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"Gary, what are you still rubbing with!"

Outside the gate of an ordinary red-tiled house, a short, fat middle-aged man stood in the dazzling sunlight. He just raised his head and shouted upstairs, and now he frequently looks at his watch impatiently.

"You started packing your backpack half an hour ago, and you haven't gone downstairs yet! What's in there? Atomic bomb? Carbines? Or a lot of Oasis CDs?"

"I'm coming!"

Just as the humpty man was chattering, the sound of footsteps coming downstairs from the house sounded.

"Goodbye, mother."

"Goodbye, son."

The sound of a kiss.

The door in front of Humpty Dumpty was opened, and a tall young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek poked his head out of it. The short fat man standing by the door grabbed his backpack, pulled him out, and then involuntarily opened his backpack.

"Oh, damn..." He groaned, "Sunscreen, hair spray, mirror, comb... Why don't you bring a pack of sanitary napkins anymore? You are..." The fat man was taken aback after looking up at his son's face. , And then furiously grabbed the sunglasses off his son's face.

"You are a professional player, not a little white face! Look at your hair, which is as hard as a steel pin. Are you planning to murder the opponent on the court? How much hairspray did you apply?" He reached out to shave his son's hair, but let his son be smart Dodged.

"Hey, Dad. It took me a long time to get a haircut!" Gareth Bale, the little monkey, exclaimed dissatisfiedly.

"Are you doing this kind of thing for an hour?" The man's voice was angry.

"You just said it was half an hour..." Bell protested cautiously.

"Shut up!" Humpty Dumpty took out the majesty of being a father and glared at his son. "Don't think you can talk back to me now that you have won the European championship! I tell you, even if your kid wins the world championship, you will still be my son!"

"Yes..." Bell nodded honestly.

"How many times have I told you? You are a professional player. You should put your mind on how to train and improve your abilities, rather than dressing up... Look at you now, everyone will think you are A certain star-chaser who admires a certain little white-faced star, who would treat you as a football player? Human energy is limited. When you put too much energy on your appearance, your energy in training and competition It’s not enough, how old are you? How long are you going to do? Don’t you admire George the most? Look at him, when did you care about your appearance so much? He is always the hardest one, you want Learn from him..." Bell's dad started his best long talk again, his lips fluttering up and down like a Gatling machine gun. Saliva Xingzi flew horizontally in front of Bell, making him a little worried and rolled his eyelids up, for fear that his father's saliva would spit on his hair.

His action caused more violent "shelling" from his father. "What are you doing? Roll your eyes? Are you dissatisfied with what I said! Why do you think we abandoned Cardiff and moved to Nottingham? Not for you, Bell! What do you do with your head down? Lift up and look at me. s eyes!"

Bell was a little helpless. He raised his head and said to his father: "Dad, if you continue to say that, we will have to drive to Liverpool by ourselves."

At the same time, my mother's voice rang inside: "Honey, haven't you left yet?"

"Ah..." The fat man then reacted. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Time was indeed delayed long enough. But who was it because of the delay? He glared at his son and walked to the car parked on the side of the road. "It took you an hour to get this hairstyle. It only takes 30 seconds on the court to be so messy that you can't even recognize it..."

"It's half an hour, Dad..."

"Shut up! Get in the car!" The fat man patted the door vigorously, "If you are replaced midway because of poor performance, be careful when you come back and I will take care of you!"

"Dad, the starting list hasn't been announced yet..." Belle stepped in the door and reminded.

"Shut up! My son must start! Gareth Bale is a genius! The Italian can't adapt to the rhythm of the game, the weather, and the food. I promise you that he will go home after a season! "

"But there is Layton..."

"Well, he's a nice kid, but in terms of talent...a little bit worse than you!" Father turned around and grinned at Bell, then twisted back and started the car.

"Fasten your seat belts, son, we are in a hurry!"

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the silver-gray Ford rushed out like a mustang.

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Dunn was standing next to the red bus with his sunglasses on his shoulders. The dazzling sunlight made him feel confident while wearing sunglasses. No one would slander him in his heart for "pretending to be cool."

Chris Lak counted the number of people before the car door was sweating. Tang got out of the car early in the morning, blowing on the air conditioner to ignore the outside affairs.

Since Tang Sheng was an assistant coach of the team, Chris Lak has been responsible for handling all kinds of trivial matters and caring about the lives of the players; collecting information on the performance of each player in the game; telling the players how many yellow cards they have, and they will end. The game may be suspended; monitoring the team's condition during training... It is also his responsibility to gather the team and count the number of people.

And Tang's job is relatively simple-responsible for telling the players one-on-one the tactics and tasks of the game.

"It's just George Wood and Gareth Bale." Chris Lak counted twice, then turned his head and said to Dunn behind him.

Dunn didn't say anything, just nodded, and the two continued to wait in the sun.

Soon, Wood's figure appeared in the front, he was carrying a bag and jogging. After seeing the bus and the two people standing outside the door, he quickened his pace, getting faster and faster, as if he had reached the final sprint moment of the 10,000-meter run. This is also his special way of warming up.

Wood rushed in front of the two coaches with a gust of wind and stopped. Dunn looked at him, his T-shirt was soaked. "Do you still have clean clothes in your bag?" he asked.

Wood nodded. There is another one to change after the game.

"Take it off and put it on." Dunn pointed to his wet T-shirt.

Wood took off his clothes obediently, revealing his sturdy muscles, and took out a clean T-shirt from his backpack in the crowd, and put it on.

"Very well, beware of colds. Go up now." Dunn pointed to the car door.

After Wood got in the car, he greeted his teammates and sat in his seat.

Dunn and Chris Lak continue to wait for the last person-Gareth Bale.

In the morning of mid-August, the sun was as hot as the sun, and the grilled people were a little irritable. But the two coaches stood on the sun ground under the car, with no impatient expressions on their faces.

A harsh brake sound and motor roar came from the front of the road, and then a silver-gray Ford gleamed in the sun and rushed into everyone's field of vision with a wonderful "drift". Chris Lak, who was not wearing sunglasses, was stunned and couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

Dunn next to him blew his whistle: "It's Ai Xian's father."

Bell doesn't have his own car. He comes to the training base for training. He is always driven by his father. Everyone is familiar with these two silver-gray Fords.

The car took another beautiful flick in front of the bus before it stopped. Before the door was opened, Bell’s father’s voice came out: “Look, we’re not late! I told you to trust Dad’s skills, you Dad was a kart driver at the beginning, but he didn’t become an F1 driver just because he chased your mother...that was really a loss in F1 racing, and Michael Schumacher’s luck!"

Hearing this, Dunn and Chris Luck couldn't help laughing. They both remembered the time when this fat man brought his son to Nottingham Forest to sign a contract. This fat man is so confident and confident that they have long been used to it. . This was the case four years ago, and it is still the case four years later, and it is estimated that he will still be the same in a few more years.

Bell "rolled" out of the car, his legs softened and almost stopped.

"Dad, if I don't behave well, it must be because I took your speed car...I'm going to throw up..."

Attracted by the speeding car, the players gathered near the door roared with laughter.

Bell noticed that everyone was coming, and ran over quickly.

"The boss..." He greeted him cautiously, for fear that the boss would punish him. It seemed that he was late.

Dunn nodded, and didn't mean to punish him. "Get in the car."

Bell let out a sigh, and just as he put his foot on the first step, Dunn's devilish voice rang again: "Your first shot is gone, little monkey."

The teammates watching the excitement by the side saw Bell's surprised expression and laughed.

Amidst the roar of his teammates, Bell got into the car sadly.

Chris Lak jumped into the car, and Dunn was stopped by the passionate father Bell: "Hey, Tony."

"What's the matter, Mr. Bell?" Dunn turned and looked at him.

Humpty Dumpty moved to Dunn and whispered in his ear: "Give him a chance, Tony. He didn't mean to be late, because I lost my temper to him and took time. I blamed me for this..."

Dunn interrupted him with a smile: "If you perform well, you have a chance. Mr. Bell."

This answer did not satisfy Old Belle, and he dared not express dissatisfaction to his face, so he had to mumble: "If you don't let him play, what else can you do?"

Dunn patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Wait at home and watch TV, Mr. Bell." Then he turned and jumped into the car, the door slowly closing behind him.

"Guys." Looking at the players who have returned to their seats, Dunn raised his arms. "This is the first game of the new season. We are going to Liverpool with the title of European champion..." He glanced around and moved his hand. Waved it down. "Don't **** up for me!"

Sanfu is the hottest day of the year, and mid-August is the "last day" of Sanfu. The sun is shining in England today, from Newcastle to the north and Southampton to the south. Under the scorching sun, the image on the road ahead was even a little faint.

In this weather, the red bus from Nottingham Forest slowly drove out of the gate of the Vilford Training Base and headed northwest.

The hot summer is not over yet, the hot new season has begun.

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Remarks:

Nottingham Forest's roster for the new season (26 players):

Goalkeepers: Van der Sar (1), Igor Akinfeev (12), Dale Roberts (25).

Defenders: Leighton Barnes (22), Gareth Bale (2), Pascal Zimbanda (3), Sun Jihai (21), Herald Pique (5), Vicente Kompany (33), Pepe (6), Wes Morgan (30), Robert Ayala (4), Rafinha (14), Grosso (28).

Midfielders: George Wood (13), Martin Petrov (8), Rafael Van der Vaart (23), Chris Cammons (20), Alan Lennon (17), Frank. Ribery (7), Stephen Sidwell (26), David Beckham (24).

Forwards: Freddie Eastwood (11), Niklas Bentner (9), Luther Van Nistelrooy (10), Arshavin (18). (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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