Godfather Of Champions

While the outside world is speculating about the resurgent football hooligans and the death of an innocent boy, George Wood is still doing boring basic training day after day in the second field of the youth base. As if he and this world are two different planes, he doesn't care about all the news from the outside world, and ignores it. There is only one thought in his mind: reach the coach's goal one day earlier, play games, and make money to treat his mother.

Until this day, he saw Dun En appeared on the sidelines in black, and then called his coach. The two whispered a few words, then the coach left here, and Dunn walked towards him. Although Tang En wore black clothes, black trousers, and black leather shoes all day long, even if it was cloudy, he would wear sunglasses, but today he gave Wood a different feeling—the black suit was newer and more straight.

"George." He said to Wood in a low voice. "Tomorrow you... don't need training."

Wood didn't say anything, he knew Dunn must have something to say.

"Do you have a black suit?" Dun En asked, pointing to his body.

Wood shook his head.

Looking down at his watch, Dunn waved to Wood: "You don't need to train now. Come with me."

"Where to go?" Wood didn't move.

"Buy you a suit, shirt, and tie."

"I don't like wearing those things..." Wood didn't want to go. He didn't want to waste time dressing up.

"Do you think I dressed you up for a banquet? Remember... where did you sign a child?" Dunn pointed to the barbed wire in the distance.

Wood nodded. It was the first time he had signed his admirer. I'm afraid this scene will never be forgotten forever.

"Do you know what his name is?"

Wood shook his head, he didn't ask, and no one told him.

"Gavin, Gavin Bernard. Remember this name, and we will go to his funeral tomorrow morning."

George Wood was stunned.

Gavin’s grandmother was standing aside, wearing a black hat, and her face was covered by the hanging silk screen. She couldn’t see her expression. She was going to talk later, but Dunn was worried about the old man. Can you bear the pain...

Michael's wife slumped in his arms, staring blankly at Gavin's aunt who was crying on it. Almost a week has passed since the incident, but the pain left to this family has not abated.

On the left side of the church are Gavin’s relatives, school classmates and teachers, and on the right are Michael’s friends and the forest team player coach.

Wood was sitting next to him, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and tie that he sold him yesterday. He sat with his mouth closed and said nothing, unlike the obvious sadness of others around him. Can't see any expressions.

Dunn thinks maybe he can understand this child, because he is the same now.

George Wood's only fan so far, his admirer, is lying in the black icy coffin at this moment, and will never ask him for an autograph again, and will never watch him training on the sidelines again.

Because everyone was too sad, the relatives who came to the stage quickly finished their speeches. The pastor prayed the last, and then the coffin was lifted, and the crowd marched towards the cemetery behind the church.

No sad music was played at the funeral. Michael chose Gavin for "Tears`in`Heaven" by Eric Clapton (Eric`Clapton) for his deceased beloved son. The guitar accompanies Capton's hoarse singing, breaking the hearts of those who hear it.

If I saw you in heaven, would you still remember my name?

If I meet you in heaven, can we still be like before?

If... we... we can never go back to the past... right?

The black wooden coffin was carefully put down. Dunn noticed that there was a small Forest team jersey covered on it, with large dark red blood stains on the chest and neckline. Among the blood stains, Wood's name was still conspicuous. He gently threw the lily flower in his hand on the coffin, just covering the forest team badge.

Wood, who was behind him, knelt on one knee, carefully placed the flower in his hand on his name, and then got up and left with Dun En.

Standing on the periphery, Dunn watched the crowd come forward to offer flowers one by one in silence. The players would come to him consciously after the flowers were offered, so more and more people gathered around him. He counted, but none Less, the first team is here. The director of the youth team David Chris Lak also came. Michael Dawson may be the saddest person among them. Among these players, he and Michael have known each other first and have the best relationship. It can be said that Michael watched Dawson step by step from an unknown boy to a professional star. Michael lost his son, and Dawson also lost his brother.

Dunn patted Dawson on the shoulder, but didn't know how to comfort him.

At the end he sighed: "Go back, take a good rest, there will be another game tomorrow..."

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Dunn found that Wood was still by his side. He was a little strange: "You go back too, you don't need to train today, stay with your mother."

Wood nodded and turned to leave. Dunn stopped him again: "George, you must become a big star!"

George pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"Go back." Dunn waved, and Wood turned and strode away from this depressing place.

When Wood left, Dunn glanced at Michael, who was still comforting his wife. He thought it would be better not to go there and disturb them at this time, even if it was just saying goodbye.

He decided to go to the Burns bar for a drink, and it should be fine to get drunk and sleep.

When he walked to the door of the cemetery, he saw Pierce Bruce, the reporter of the Nottingham Evening Post, running out of breath. To be honest, because of Gavin, Dunn hated the media more and more, and even this affected his evaluation of all people who work in the media.

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