Godfather Of Champions

Taking three people through Vilford Lane, Tang returned to the youth training base where he hadn't been in some days. Tender shoots emerged from the branches that had withered for a winter, and the greenery filled this slightly deserted training base. He used to be very familiar with everything here, because he worked here for ten years...

After briefly introducing this training base, Tang took them to the office of Ian Greenwood, the director of youth training.

Greenwood had been waiting there for a long time. He was really waiting, unlike Dunn playing minesweeper on the office computer.

"Aha, it's nice to meet you, kids!" Greenwood looked very happy to see three young people. The smile on his face came from the heart, but it made people feel much more cordial than Dunn's act of acting. "I am Ian Greenwood, the youth training director of Nottingham Forest."

"Mr. Greenwood, hello!" the three people replied politely.

"Thank you, Don." Greenwood nodded and turned to Tang.

Tang nodded: "From now on, they will follow you. You are in charge of their training plan, Ian."

"no problem."

"Tell them what needs attention." Tang pointed to the three Chinese children behind him.

The three children stood in front of Greenwood, and the two young ones became nervous, but Chen Jian relaxed.

"Welcome, children. You will get the most systematic and formal training here... I don't care if you can become professional players in a year or in the future, but our training is to make you work hard towards that goal. Also. In other words, here, you are not draft stars, you are just ordinary members of the youth team." Greenwood did not talk nonsense, and directly explained the rules to the three people.

"First of all, the club does not provide dormitories. You, like other ordinary children, have a walking training system. In terms of accommodation, the club’s fans in the club have selected three houses in public. Except for training, you live in their homes. Live with them like your children."

The three nodded, knowing this rule. Before they came, they all made up some English, but whether they can really communicate with the landlords...No one would expect them to speak fluent English like a real British child. Take your time.

"Also, Chen." Greenwood turned to look at Chen Jian. "Your transfer application has also been approved and you will continue your studies at the University of Nottingham. Did they notify you?"

Chen Jian nodded: "It was notified, sir."

"Well. I'll take you to meet your teammates in the teams of your age groups in a while...you will get along together in the future. I hope you will have a good time here..." At this point, Greenwood looked at Chen again. Hard.

"As for you, Chen. Your training plan is a bit different. In addition to the joint training part, you also have a special personal training plan."

Both Chen Jian and Tang, who was in charge of translation, were surprised.

"This plan is specially made for you because you have not received very professional training. After you finish the daily training of the team, you need to do more basic training."

Tang suddenly thought of something. He whispered in English before translating, "Tony gave it to you?"

Greenwood nodded, a little surprised at the same time: "What? Don't you know, Don?"

Tang shook his head, guessing it was quoted...

"It's strange, I thought he would tell you everything first..." Greenwood muttered.

Chen Jian looked at the two whispering coaches strangely. Although he didn't know the content of the two people's conversation, he guessed it must be related to him.

"That training plan..."

"Oh, it was used by George Wood, with a slight modification." Greenwood said lightly, but Tang was shocked. He finally understood why Dun En said to Chen Jian that training is very difficult, and if it is too late to give up now...

If Tang En knew about this, he might be swearing, but Tang was not, so he was just speechless.

He looked at Chen Jian and didn't believe that the dark-skinned Sichuan fellow in front of him could hold on to the training for a year. Is this too cruel? Will the draft organizer protest?

"Coach Tang?" Chen Jian, who saw Tang in a trance, had not waited for an interpreter for a long time to remind him.

"Ah... I'm sorry. Coach Greenwood said that while completing the team's daily training, you also have to do an extra training, related to basic exercises." Tang translated.

Chen Jian did not express any objection, he nodded and smiled, taking it for granted. "Ah, my foundation is not very good. It is great to be able to arrange this kind of training." It seems that the Forest team is really responsible. It is worthy of being a team that can win the European championship. It is worthy of being a professional football club in England...

Looking at his expression, Tang didn't know what to say.

Greenwood's voice sounded again: "Then, good luck to you, children!"

You really need some good luck... Tang added in his heart.

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Then followed the three children to their locker room to meet their teammates. Tang was acting as a translator. After doing this, he returned to South Villeford. The training of the first team on the training ground had already begun, and he went straight to Dunn.

"Is there anything, Tang?" Tang En took off his sunglasses and looked at his assistant.

"What's the matter with that training plan, Tony?"

"Uh, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you in advance... We were busy studying AC Milan at the time, and I was afraid to distract you..." Dunn thought he was dissatisfied with not knowing. But Don interrupted him.

"No, I mean you really think that training plan is suitable for Chen Jian?"

"So I made some changes..." Dunn looked at Tang, he understood, but he was still a little surprised, because he thought Tang didn't care. "You think it's too harsh?"

"George Wood is a monster, but Chen Jian is not." Tang looked serious. "I think you should reconsider that training plan. I have no objection to strengthening basic training, but..."

"Do you like Chen Jian very much, Tang?" Tang En ignored the training and focused his energy on the debate with Tang.

"This has nothing to do with personal feelings. This is work. I think your training plan is too harsh for a child who is almost 19 years old, and does not meet the purpose of training. No matter whether he can become a professional player in the future, training is not torture... …" Tang himself felt that he was particularly courageous at this time. Isn't this a face-to-face confrontation with the coach? He rarely has red faces with Dunn—except for tactical arguments, which obviously has nothing to do with tactics—he has always felt that Dunn’s mentality is not normal. He can understand a former Chinese fan who was heartbroken by Chinese football against domestic football. And the disdain and contempt of the talent show. But Chen Jian is innocent. He is not a professional player, he is not an official of the Football Association, or even a relative of a professional player or team coordinator. He is not the initiator of the national draft that has flooded in China. He is just a dreamer. Ordinary football teenagers...no one has the right to vent their grievances against that system on an ordinary teenager.

"Do you have a dream, Don?"

He thought Dunn would be furious and roared at him. But Dunn just asked such a sentence very calmly.

Tang, who didn't expect it at all, froze for a while, and did not answer Dun En's question.

"Have you ever had the impulse to do something?" Dunn asked calmly again.

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In the eyes of outsiders, Tony Dunn before January 1, 2003—that is, Tang now—was a boring person with no interest in life.

His life is as boring as an iceberg.

Never quarrel with people, never get angry, never talk nonsense, never do things that have nothing to do with work, not impulsive, nor passionate, it may seem a bit cowardly and timid. So after the club announced that he would take over Paul Hart as the first-team acting head coach of the Forest team, many fans expressed disappointment at this decision and made relentless abuse and mockery at him on the training ground and on the court. In the eyes of these typical English people, football is a men's sport. You can be a gentleman, but you can't be cowardly.

By the way, in their eyes, Tang was a cowardly person, a person with no eggs between his legs.

He never thought of changing the way others think about him, because he doesn't care. He lives in his own world, this world is black and white, in addition to football or football, he only cares about things related to football.

He doesn't care that others scold him, he doesn't care that others laugh at him, despise him, say that his mother is a bitch, say that he is not a man, say that he is a clown... But he can't care about football matters, he cares more than anyone else.

Thinking of the first official first-team match he will coach alone, he couldn't restrain his excitement.

He wants to win, and for this he has done a lot of very, very detailed preparations, convinced that he has considered all aspects, and that he can get the results he wants in the game. but……

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"I wanted to win a game." He said.

Dunn remembered the red note posted on the refrigerator door, and the words on it and the three exclamation points could still clearly appear before his eyes.

"Sorry..." Dunn said softly. "But since you have had that experience, I think maybe I can explain to you..."

Tang didn't speak, waiting for Dun En's explanation.

"Have you heard this, Tang? "Man, there must be one thing in this life that they want to accomplish anyway."

Tang was stunned for a moment, Tang En didn't look at his expression, he was looking at the players running on the court.

"This is the line in an animation I saw when I was a kid. I forgot all the animation name and story content, so I remember this sentence. I was a little kid, and when I think about it, I still feel a little excited... I think that as long as you are a man, you will resonate with this sentence. Because everyone will have something—perhaps not a thing—that must be done."

Tang silently listened, and neither agreed nor opposed.

"Maybe it's protecting one's loved ones, maybe it's trying to make money, or it's fulfilling a promise...maybe it's just playing football. Whether it's eye-catching or inconspicuous in the eyes of others, that thing is all they have...at least at that time That's it. It must be done, it must be done, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how incomprehensible it is, no matter whether you have the ability to do it or not... In short, do it, put everything together to do it. That feeling, you can understand Don?"

Dunn retracted his gaze and turned to look at Tang who was standing beside him.

"Did Chen Jian express any dissatisfaction or hesitation after learning about the extra training?" He did not wait for Tang to answer, and continued to ask.

Tang shook his head: "He happily agreed."

Dunn smiled.

"In China, there are tens of thousands of people who like football. Many people will play a higher level of professional football as their dream. Some people just think about it, some people are Working hard with this goal. The difference between Chen Jian and them is that he has the opportunity to realize this dream, regardless of whether he succeeds or not, this is also an opportunity. Based on your opinion of Chen Jian’s performance in the audition program, what do you think Will he give up this opportunity easily?"

Tang shook his head: "No."

"Yeah, so I asked him just now that it is too late to give up. He said:'I can't give up, sir.' Of course he can't give up, because this is his dream, no matter what in his life. It’s something that has to be done anyway. The training plan is a bit harsh, but considering his age and foundation, if he only uses general methods, no matter how hard he works, he will not be able to achieve this dream within a year. So I asked him to follow George Wood’s original training plan comes. If he can stick to it, I believe his performance will not be much worse anyway. He has used his own actions to prove that he has not given up, and I will consider giving him another chance." He made a gesture, "If he really can't keep going, whether it is for physical or psychological reasons, he can't keep going. I will never force it. I will stop training immediately and tell him the way to pursue his dreams. Just walk here..."

"If he can't persist physically, does he have to persist in his heart?" Tang asked. He believed that with Chen Jian's personality, such a situation could really happen. He had to insist on his body, although his body was no longer allowed. The final result might be that his body was damaged by training.

Dunn waved his hand: "Then I have to be a villain again, drag him out of the training ground, and kick him back to China. Tell him, "What kind of professional football? Shit dreams, you should go to college honestly, life is still Get down to earth'. What do you think, Don?"

Tang was silent for a while. Yes, that training plan may be a bit harsh for football fan Chen Jian. But before everything happens, who can say he is "no"?

Anyway...

"Well, anyway, I will pay close attention to this training plan. As soon as I find something wrong..."

Dunn interrupted. "Tang, have you noticed that you are getting more and more maternal glory now?"

Halfway through Tang's words, he was forced to stop, and he coughed.

Seeing his embarrassment, Dunn couldn't care about still training at this time, and laughed.

Two people attracted the attention of everyone present.

"The boss is so happy... Has anything good happened?"

"Who knows, he has been whispering with Coach Tang since just now..."

"Don't think of any torture ideas again?"

"..."

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Fat John, a die-hard fan of Nottingham Forest, stood in front of his home with his equally fat wife. They waited for the young Chinese player the club said.

"How are you..." Without an interpreter, Chen Jian bowed to his two landlords and greeted him in English. His spoken language was not yet proficient, so it sounded a little stuttering. "My name is Chen Jian and I am from Sichuan, China. I will live and live here within one year from today. I am disturbing you. Please forgive me..."

Fat John laughed and patted Chen Jian in front of them hard: "Don't say so much, come in!" After he went to carry Chen Jian's suitcase, he was picked up by Chen Jian at a faster speed. stand up.

"I, I can come by myself, thank you, thank you!" The stuttering caused by unskilled spoken language became the nervousness of first arriving in a strange place in John's eyes.

"Okay. Relax, kid." John opened his arms, "Welcome to Nottingham... No, the home of the most hard-core Forest team fan in England, I promise you will like it!"

Chen Jian thought he said he liked Nottingham Forest. He quickly said: "I like Nottingham Forest and I am a supporter of Coach Tony Dunn!"

"Ah, yes, yes, we are all. I have a good relationship with that **** guy, we often drink together. Speaking of arranging you at my house, it is his idea..." Because I realized what I said earlier Dirty words, John is a bit vague in what follows.

Therefore, Chen Jian did not understand his fast passing English.

He didn't care to figure out what the landlord meant, he looked at his "home" in England curiously.

He never thought that winning in the draft and getting the qualification to train in Nottingham Forest for a year is a dream.

After Wang Yang found out that he was the worst of the three-because he was assigned to the weakest Bolton-after that, he said discouragedly that he didn't want to be a professional player when he came to the UK. He just came to experience it. The atmosphere of the world's top professional football, nothing more.

Chen Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with Wang Yang's words, or anything wrong. Because that is Wang Yang's business. Anyway, his goal has not changed since he decided to participate in the rounds of the draft in various competitions-I just want to play professional football. Perhaps in the current Chinese football environment, it is a shame to want to play professional football, but I just want to.

For me, Chen Jian, coming to the UK is not the realization of my dream, but the final sprint.

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