Godfather Of Champions

After tossing and turning all night, Dunn was thinking about that question-should he stay in Nottingham Forest?

What are the pros and cons of staying and not staying? What impact will it have on his future? What impact will it have on his life circle? Will going to a strange city be able to guarantee success...

These questions circulated in his mind and made him feel upset. His brain seems to be an old computer, dealing with these cumbersome problems is always stop responding for a while after the creaking noise.

When the next morning came, Dun En still had no clear answer in his heart. He hated to make detailed plans for the future and was not good at predicting his own destiny. The opportunity to do multiple-choice questions like this has been avoided as much as possible in the past twenty-six years, but now he is finally unavoidable.

Yesterday he was almost impulsive: "I decided to leave the forest." This sentence was said in front of Evan. As the saying goes, there is no place for him to stay here. But after one night, when the initial anger that felt deeply abandoned gradually subsided, Dunn hesitated.

It would be great if someone could give himself some advice and suggestions from an objective perspective at this time, or even if he didn’t give any advice and just listened to his troubles, that would be great...

Dunn got up from the bed, planning to start a new day-even though he didn't know what else to look forward to in this new day.

He had just finished washing from the bathroom, and he heard the phone ringing in his bedroom.

Could it be that which club is attracted to him and wants to find him to coach the team? With doubts, Dunn ran back to the bedroom and connected the strange call.

A female voice rang: "Mr. Tony Dunn?"

"Ah, it's me, I'm Dunn. May I ask if you are..."

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Barbara Clough, Brian Clough's wife."

"Oh!" Dunn changed his tone immediately, and even stood up straight unconsciously, "Mrs. Clough. What can you do with me?"

"Don't be so nervous, boy." Mrs. Clough smiled on the other end of the phone. "Are you going to be busy today?"

Dunn shook his head without hesitation and said, "It's okay, ma'am. I am free all day."

"Great. Brian wants you to accompany him to the reception of the Coaching Association."

Although I don't understand why the old man would suddenly take him to a reception, they have not had any contact with each other since that visit to Clough. But Dun En was deeply impressed by the experience that day. He knew that the old man could not do anything without reason.

Dunn nodded quickly: "This is my honour, ma'am. Do you need me to pick up Mr. Clough from your house?"

"Oh no, no. Nigel will drive to pick you up, kid. You just have to wait at home. They know where you live. I think they should be there soon."

As soon as Mrs. Clough's voice fell, Dunn heard the sound of a car horn outside. He opened the bedroom curtains and found a white Ford car parked on the side of the road below.

"Oh, God! See who is in the car?"

"It's Brian Clough! How long have we not seen him show up?"

"Hey, Clough, how are you?"

"I heard that you have just recovered from a liver transplant operation. Excuse me...Can you open the window of your car and accept our brief interview?"

The reporters who had been guarding his home suddenly became excited when they saw the car appeared, and the white Ford sedan was surrounded by the frequent flashing lights.

Dunn saw this scene in the bedroom on the second floor, without Mrs. Clough saying anything, he also knew who was sitting in the car.

"Yes, ma'am, they are here."

"Well, go now, boy. I wish you a good time."

"Thank you, madam, and have a nice day."

Dunn hung up the phone, put on his jacket and ran off. If you can be invited by this legend to join a cocktail party, if you don't cheer in your heart, it is a lie. Dunn admitted that at this time he was like a happy child who was taken to the playground by his parents to reward him because of his good results in the exam. As for the future choices, he has already left behind.

Opening the door, Dunn calmed his excitement a bit, and then strode towards the car.

The reporters saw that Dunn had also come out, and immediately pointed the camera at him again, and some people planned to ask him questions. But Dunn did not give them this opportunity. He quickly got into the car and then closed the door tightly.

The old man sitting next to him stretched out his hand and said to him: "I am glad to see that your neighborhood will soon become the second Fleet Street." Fleet Street is synonymous with the British media, because it is in central London. The small street in which once concentrated all the newspaper groups and TV stations in the UK, of course, with the relocation of many media, this street is no longer beautiful.

A middle-aged man sitting in the front driver's seat laughed. Dunn couldn't see what the other party looked like, but he knew that this person should be Clough's son Nigel Clough.

Dunn was a little embarrassed. He stretched out his hand and shook it with Clough, and then Nigel in front of him turned around and shook hands with him with a smile: "Nigel Clough, it's nice to meet you."

The reporter outside the car frantically pressed the camera shutter and recorded the scene of the three people getting together. Although they don't know why Clough came here to meet Tony Dunn, there is always some place to use this photo.

Seeing the crowd outside so enthusiastic, Brian Clough held Dunn's hand again and motioned for him to face the car window and smile. Dunn didn't understand why he did it, but he did. This really stimulated the media again. Dunn was dizzy with the flashing light, but when he wanted to frown his brows again, the old man was right there and said to him: "Smile, kid."

They shook hands like this and let the reporter pat for a full minute with a smile on their faces. Then Dunn looked at Clough suspiciously.

The old man curled his lips: "In my time, the media was like this. You have to learn to use them." Then he knocked on the back of the driver's seat, "Let's go, Nigel."

The reporter gave way to the car, and it was obvious that they were still quite afraid of Brian Clough sitting here. Dunn looked at the reporters holding the camera in the car, chewing the last words Clough said to him repeatedly.

The name of the English League Managers Association (League`Managers`Association, LMA for short) is very strange to Dunn, as if they were a new association that suddenly emerged from a dark corner. But in fact, this is an influential organization in English football. It was established in the 1990s and is the only official body of professional football coaches in England.

This association is divided into two different institutions-management institutions and non-management institutions, the difference between the two is only whether they are responsible for specific management affairs. And Brian Clough is the vice president of the non-management organization, like him is Sir`Bobby`Robson (Sir`Bobby`Robson), and the president of the non-management structure is more senior than theirs. Little Kevin Keegan (Kevin`Keegan). The president of the management agency responsible for specific management affairs is Howard Wilkinson, and the executive chairman is John Barnwell. David Bassett, Sir Alex Ferguson, and David Pratt are all members of the committee.

The members of the Coach Association are mainly head coaches and assistant coaches from 92 professional clubs, as well as those who have been laid off for less than a year. Judging from this condition, Dunn can be regarded as a member of the Coach Association.

This reception is not simply asking everyone to gather for a drink and chat. Although the actual content is similar to this one, there is still a reason for calling everyone: first, congratulations to Sir Alex Ferguson for just winning the Premier League ten. The best coach of the year; the second is to congratulate Everton coach Moyes for being elected as the best coach of England in the 2002-2003 season.

Nigel sent his father and Dunn to the reception in Sheffield, agreed to pick them up at two o'clock in the afternoon, and drove away. Dunn was a little surprised about this.

"Mr. Nigel won't go with us?" On the way, Dunn heard that Nigel was originally the head coach, but he was a part-timer, and he was also a player of the team he coached. In the 01-02 season, he led the Burton Albion team to win the Southern Regional League Championship.

Clough shook his head: "He's just a part-time manager of an amateur team, this kind of reception is not for him. And he has his own business to be busy. Let's go."

The reception was held in the bar on the second floor of a small hotel. Dunn followed Clough as soon as he stepped into the door, his eyes were lost... He saw countless people who could only appear on the TV screen with their heads up, holding their wine glasses in the venue. Walk around and talk. Just now, England coach Swede Eriksson walked in front of him and walked to the most concentrated place in the middle of the room.

His eyes followed Eriksson's figure and found that the goal of the England coach is Ferguson surrounded by everyone!

These are all big-name coaches!

But Dunn did not have a fast heartbeat, dry mouth, weak hands and feet. Because the real world-class coach is standing beside him.

A red-faced old man with silver hair saw Dunn and Clough entering the door and greeted him.

"Brian, how is your health? I heard that you had a liver transplant at the beginning of the year." He spoke loudly and moved vigorously, completely inconsistent with the age that his appearance showed.

Clough shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I think... the old man of God doesn't want me to go up now."

The silver-haired old man laughed, then turned his eyes to Dunn who was standing beside Clough: "Mr. Tony Dunn, it's nice to meet you."

"I'm also very happy to meet you, Sir Bobby Robson." Dunn respectfully reached out his hand, expressing his respect for the famous England coach.

"I heard that you are having trouble recently. Do you need help from the Coaching Association?"

Dunn didn't know "which trouble" Robson was referring to. He considered it for a while, and decided not to play a riddle with the old man. He didn't understand. So he asked: "I'm sorry, Sir. But which one are you talking about...trouble?"

Robson smiled again: "I forgot you have more than one trouble!"

A waiter with a wine tray came up and stood beside the three. Robson fetched himself a glass of red wine, and then gave Clough a glass of whiskey. Dunn hesitated and chose whiskey.

With the wine glass in hand, Clough is much more energetic than when he first entered the door. He told Robson: "I think we should suggest that the association establish an award for the most unlucky coach of the year, and then you personally award him the first trophy." He pointed to Tony Dunn with his finger holding the wine glass.

This time Dunn and Robson laughed together. During the first meeting with Clough, Dunn learned the humorous conversation of this old British man, and now he has become his humorous object, but he feels very happy. why? Because it shows that Clough regarded him as his own.

After laughing, Robson said to Dunn: "Stan Collymore is a good player, but not a good coach. I don't understand why the new chairman of the Forest team chose him."

"It's very simple, because the old man Dogetty's son is an American." Clough said with a shrug. "Bobby, do you expect those Yankees to understand our sport?"

Although the topics they are talking about are all related to themselves, Dunn seems to be only an audience, and he couldn't get in the conversation between the two football tycoons. He stood beside Clough, like the chief's attendant-if Clough were to take off his suit jacket, Dunn would surely let him hold it.

He doesn't hate getting clothes for the old man or doing other things. But he disliked the feeling of being excluded from the outside world. So he decided to express his opinion, after all, they are talking about their own affairs, right?

"Uh, thank you Sir Robson for your concern. But I think maybe it's time for me to change places." Dunn said pretendingly and lightly.

Clough didn't answer Dunn's words. He put the wine glass to his mouth, but his eyes looked at the most crowded place in front of him. No one knew what he was thinking. Dun En didn't know, there was a brief and embarrassing silence between the three.

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