Godfather Of Champions

Dunn was standing on Vilford Lane, covered by the shade of trees, with the continuous cicadas singing above his head. To the north of him is the training base for the youth team, and to the south is the training base for the adult team. Now both of these training bases are quiet, and they can be regarded as beautiful.

He knows that the adult team will not start formal training until tomorrow, and the youth team is still on holiday. Apart from the staff, there will be no other people at the two bases. For them, the long and beautiful vacation is not over yet.

Dunn walked through the gate of the youth team training base. There was no car in the parking lot. The office building gate was closed tightly. The afternoon sun was exposed to the asphalt road. Walking on it, his feet were hot. Today may be the hottest of the year. One day.

He bypassed this two-story building and walked to the sidelines of No. 1, where there was no one empty as expected. Field 1 and Field 3 are connected together, separated by a seven-meter-high barbed wire fence. Dunn looked from a distance, and there was no one on Field 3. It seems that the youth team is still on holiday.

Dunn stood on the empty training ground. If he chooses to stay, this place will become his site, and Chris Lak will become his assistant again. But what can you bring to the youth team game? Dunn felt a little depressed. In his eyes, the youth team's victory in the match brought him a sense of accomplishment that was not as good as one-third of that of the adult team. He was used to being watched, even if he led the youth team to win the FA Youth Cup. ?

He looked at the court and decided to leave.

From the main entrance of Field One, it is a fork in the road. If you go straight, you will return to the gate and turn right to the northernmost Field Two. The quality of the turf on the No. 2 field is not very good, and few people usually use it.

For the second field, Dunn has completely different feelings from others. He has only been to Field 2 after coaching the Forest team once, and that experience occupies a very important place in his memory. He met the lovely Gavin here, and George Wood also gained his first fan.

That was Dunn's sadness. From there, the great joy and great compassion of the second half of the 02-03 season began to turn.

Standing at the fork in the road, Dunn felt that all this seemed to be the choice he was facing now-to go forward, leave this training base, leave this sleeping forest; go right...what does it mean to go right?

Dunn looked at the path that stretched to the front, hesitated for a moment, and chose to go to the second field.

When he approached, he found someone on the field, burying his head between the two cone markers doing back and forth.

George Wood!

Tang En really didn't expect to see him here again. Is the time going back? Isn't it June 27th, but March 21st? Well, there are still some differences. For example, Wood does not have the coach, and Dunn does not have Michael and his son Gavin.

He stood outside the barbed wire and watched Wood training quietly. Wood did not notice his presence, and continued to bury his head in the most basic exercises.

Dunn stood and watched for about fifteen minutes. George Wood finally changed his training program. He put the two cone markers together, only about half a meter apart, and then stood five meters away from the cone. Shaped marker to kick the ball. Dunn didn’t understand what he was doing. He didn’t see this kind of training in Chris Lak’s youth team training or Walker’s adult team training. He had planned to leave quietly and changed his mind and stayed. ——He wants to see what happens.

Wood kicked ten feet, obviously not training shots, because he deliberately suppressed the speed and strength of his shot, but cares about accuracy-if the football rolls between the two markers or outside, he will shake Shaking his head, if he hits the marker exactly, he will clen his fist.

Then Wood changed his angle and stood at about forty-five corners from the marker and repeatedly kicked ten kicks. As before, most of them rolled past the marker, and he was able to hit the target very few times.

Dunn looked at the distance between the two markers, and then he looked down at his legs and separated them slightly. The distance of about half a meter was exactly the length of the legs apart when a person stood!

This kid is trying his own way to practice passing!

At the end of June, Nottingham is the hottest time of the year. On the empty training ground, only George Wood was still immersed in training. The hot season, bad weather, and relaxing holidays...none of him, and because during the vacation, there will be no one in the base for him. He specializes in providing lunch, and he goes back and forth between here and his home several times a day. The training shirt was soaked with sweat many times. Every time he started training, he took off his clothes and hung them on the goal beam, and then trained with his upper body naked. The muscular body seemed to contain extremely explosive power. As Wood's every movement was released, sweat snaked down his angular body, and the whole person radiated dazzling light under the scorching sun.

George... If you can't succeed, no one in this world can succeed!

In order not to disturb Wood's training, he quietly left this remote training ground surrounded by woods. Looking up at the sky, Dunn decided to go to a place last.

Nottingham is a city built on hills, the terrain is uneven and full of changes. The church in front of Dunn is now built on a small hill. The small brick church is not as magnificent and exquisite as the famous St`Mary in the city center. It is as gray as the surrounding buildings. Not very eye-catching. But under the clear blue sky, this small church standing on the green grass makes people feel comfortable. Just looking at it from the outside makes you calm.

Dunn bypassed the church and followed a gravel road through the woods to the cemetery surrounded by the forest.

What he didn't expect was that there was a man standing in front of Gavin Bernard's tombstone.

"Michael!" he shouted loudly, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the cemetery.

The man looked back and found that the person calling him was Dun En, which was somewhat surprised. "Tony? What are you doing here?"

Dunn stepped forward and placed a bunch of lilies in front of the tombstone. "What are you doing here? I will do what I am here. It has been more than a month, how are you feeling?"

Michael shook his head, still not feeling high. "Tony, I just ran into you here. I plan to say goodbye to you..."

"Farewell?" Dunn smelled something wrong from the air. "Farewell? Where are you going?"

"Los Angeles."

"America?!" Dunn exclaimed, "You go so far... why?"

Michael looked at his son’s tombstone, and then slowly said, “I forgot to tell you that my wife is an American. She can’t bear the grief of staying here and thinking of Gavin all the time. Now Nottingham is a big deal for our family Sadly, she thinks of the dead Gavin when she sees everything, the house, the yard, the street outside the door, the neighbors, and even the football game... I don’t want her to cry all day long. I want to leave here and go back to her hometown. It would be better."

Dunn frowned: "Where is Gavin?"

"Gavin is different from us." Michael knelt down, wiped a few leaves off the tombstone, and then looked at the golden name on the white marble tombstone. "I can change my feelings about football for the sake of my family. But he won't. He will always be a supporter of the Forest team from life to death."

After speaking, he stood up again and said to Dunn: "You must be very happy in your heart? Don't be afraid that someone will scold you behind the coaching bench next season."

Dunn smiled bitterly: "Michael, don't you even read reports about football? I was fired by the new chairman of the Forest team, and my agency contract expired."

Michael didn't expect Dun En's answer to be this. He looked at Dun En in amazement for a long time, making sure that he was not joking. "Damn... where else would you go? Youth team? Or..."

Dunn shook his head: "I have asked myself countless times in two days and haven't got the answer yet."

"Are you here to find the answer?"

"I do not know……"

"Tony, do you want to hear the opinion of an old fan who has followed the Forest for forty-four years?"

Dunn looked up at Michael.

"Even though I have decided to leave football, I remember the first half of my life. The most missed years, except for the Clough era, is the half of the season you led the team. You have some similarities, such as both. Passionate, very detail-oriented, very talented, and have many conditions for success. I still remember that the day Clough came to the team was January 3, 1975, and you were on January 1. It's two days away. It's a pity, maybe we have all missed a very legendary story..." Michael put his hand on Dunn's shoulder and patted, then walked past him.

"Goodbye, Tony."

"...Goodbye, Michael." Dunn stared blankly at the man's back.

After coming here inexplicably, he and this man had a fight in a bar, and then they became good friends. In this unfamiliar place, Michael gave him a lot of help that is beyond words. He wanted to use his grades to return Michael's friendship, but...all this disappeared with the accident.

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