Godfather Of Champions

After a week of rain, intermittently, the sky finally cleared on Monday morning. For Britain, which is about to enter the winter, this kind of weather is particularly worth cherishing, especially in a city like Nottingham where the weather is always strange. You don’t know when the sun above your head will be re-shaded by the clouds and start to crackle. It rains.

Drops of water hung on the leaves on the roadside, reflecting the morning sun, like diamonds left in the bushes. This is the best proof that it rained all night last night.

Dunn was standing outside the chairman’s office building in the club’s training base. Across this building was the training ground for the first team. Des Walker’s roar kept ringing, and the whistle kept ringing. It is estimated that Collymore He didn't show up on the sidelines again today, and his being beaten the day before yesterday gave him a reason to take a vacation for himself.

Evan actually found such a trash to be the head coach. I really don't know what he thought.

I saw my messy hair in the glass window. After I woke up in the morning, I just shaved it twice and went out. Half of the shirt collar was exposed, and the other half was pressed inside. Fortunately, the buttons on the collar were not fastened. Wrong... He turned the collar out, and fiddled with his hair against the glass window, and found that some of them were standing stubbornly, like chicken feathers on the head of an Indian chief.

He looked at the gleaming golden drops of water on the surrounding plants, reached out and wiped the leaves a few times, wet his hands, and continued to shave his hair, and it was all right.

Looking at himself reflected in the glass window, Dunn smiled satisfied. It has been almost a year, and he has completely accepted this body and appearance. Looking in the mirror all day, he also finds it pleasing to the eye.

After finishing all these work, Dunn turned and walked into the small building, and then saw a young woman walking and wriggling her ass. She was so **** in navy blue professional attire. The woman walked quickly past Dun En, and Dun En's gaze turned back with her. The red curly hair jumped slightly as the woman walked, like a ball of flame.

When did such an extra female employee appear in the club? Dunn realized that he seemed to have been far away from the center of the club for too long, and he felt that he was slowly becoming unfamiliar.

The woman who was walking and twisting her **** stopped suddenly, and then turned to look at Dun En. This action shocked Dunn, so scared that he forgot to take his gaze back.

The woman was not angry because of this, she showed a professional smile to Dunn: "Is it Mr. Tony Dunn?"

Dunn nodded blankly.

"Excuse me, are you here to see Mr. Dogatti?"

Dunn nodded again, his eyes stopped on the opponent's chest, still forgot to take it back. The depths of the towering mountain peaks are the final vanishing point of sight...

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Dougherty is not in his office right now."

"Oh...huh?" Dunn finally returned to normal, he moved his gaze to the woman's face, his appearance was in the middle and he was in good shape. "Where did he go?"

The woman shook her head slightly, and the flame began to jump again. "Mr. Daggerty didn't tell me. Have you made an appointment with him, sir?"

Dunn shook his head: "No, I just... suddenly remembered to look for him. Didn't he say when he will be back?"

"No, sir. Do you need to wait in Mr. Dottig's office?"

"Okay, I'll wait a while." Dunn thought that anyway, there was Chris Lak watching over the youth team, and there was nothing to worry about in training.

"Please here, Mr. Dunn." The woman returned to lead the way, so Dunn could once again appreciate the woman's walking style...

The woman took Dunn to Daugherty's office, put down a glass of boiling water, and said goodbye. Dunn stopped her.

"This...er, this lady, I haven't seen you before, are you new here?"

The young lady smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Dunn. This is Mr. Dottig's personal secretary, Barbara Lucy. You can call me Barbara."

"Miss Barbara, are you not British?" Lucy spoke in American English.

"No, sir. I'm from Liverpool, but I have lived there since I studied in the United States."

"Oh."

"Excuse me, Mr. Dunn, is there anything else?"

"Uh, I think... it should be gone."

"Then I will leave first. Goodbye, Mr. Dunn." Barbara Lucy said goodbye to Dunn politely, turned and walked out.

Dunn watched her close the door, then shrugged, and said to himself, "Hello, sir. No, sir. Okay, sir. Thank you, sir. Goodbye, sir... A British robot sold domestically? Hey!"

When Tang En was alone in this large office, he could finally take a good look at this place. A brand new computer was placed on the boss's desk, making this ancient room immediately full of modernity. There are many changes such as this, which are very different from what he saw last time.

He still remembers when he walked in here last time-he had just crossed to the Forest team a few days ago, and was asked to go to London for a hearing because of bad things about the FA, and then he was here. Old Dottig said to him with a smile on his face:

"Don't worry, Tony. The club will fully support you."

Half a year later, the old man who supported himself threw the burden on his son due to physical reasons, and gave him Evan Daggerty who drove him on the road to London.

Support me?

These words now sound ironic again. If you support me, have you ever given me a regular contract when I led the team to a five-game winning streak? If you support me, have you ever called me a consolation call when the team failed in the play-offs, and then repeated the previous sentence?

Nothing at all.

Old man, you haven't seriously considered my future since the beginning. Anyone will write a bad check. I'm so stupid thinking about the experience in the first half of the year. Led by a carrot tied to a stick, I ran and ran desperately, running non-stop... I should have patted my butt, and then turned around and left this place.

but……

Dunn thought of the tombstone quietly standing in the cemetery behind the chapel.

...The most loyal fan of Nottingham Forest and the permanent supporter of George Wood...

Old man, and Evan... Do you think I chose to stay because of my great love and loyalty to this club?

If I was the only one, I could leave at any time, no big deal! But there are two other children I care about—one is clever and the other is silent and honest. I can't worry about them. Although one has been buried underground, there is still another alive!

Dunn took a deep breath to calm his mood again.

Downstairs, Des Walker's angry roar flew in from the open window: "Fuck me up! What do you look like? You guys are not as **** as amateur players!"

Dunn got up and walked to the window, opened the curtains, intending to see what the first team's usual training is like. As a result, what he saw made him shake his head and sigh.

Almost everyone was listless and absent-minded on the training ground. Even the captain of the team, Michael Dawson, lost his vigorous fighting spirit, frowned and moved slowly.

This is the Noordin he is familiar with, he can't even take a shower!

Wu Yazi laughed and said: "The so-called retreat is to immerse all of your mind in martial arts, which means that you don't have to manage the chores these days. What is the fool of Deaf Moore doing! Dunn hit the wall with a punch. on.

I worked so hard to restore the team's fighting spirit and confidence. You toss Laozi's mother and let the team return to before liberation overnight!

Looking at the scene on the training ground, Dunn really wanted to rush up, kicking the **** of the professional players one by one, who were not as lovely as the boys of the youth team.

Des Walker yelled a few words, and some helplessly stopped doing such useless work. The team is now sixth from the bottom and has not won for eight consecutive rounds. Morale can no longer be lowered. Even the stock of the Forest team on the stock market has been affected and plunged all the way. What can he do as an assistant coach?

That guy Bowyer is so lucky to keep the best memories of the last forest in my heart, so I don't need to see such an irritating Nottingham Forest!

Dunn didn't want to look any more, he found that he had waited so long that Evan hadn't appeared, and the ghost knew where he had gone. Maybe he just couldn't escape on purpose and didn't want to see himself!

Dunn, who pushed the door, almost ran into Miss Barbara Lucy. Fortunately, he hid fast enough, otherwise he would surely make the steaming cup of coffee burn.

"Ding Dong! Wow!" The ceramic cup fell to the floor, cracked into pieces after making a crisp sound, and the fragrant black coffee flowed all over the floor.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Dunn! Didn't it burn you? Didn't you stain your clothes?" Miss Lucy cried out in a panic, feeling helpless, her voice changed.

Dunn laughed, "Of course I'm fine, but it's a pity that cup of coffee... are you sending it to me?"

"Yes, sir. I am worried that you have been waiting too long..."

Lucy squatted on the ground to pick up the debris, and Dunn also leaned over to help.

"It's okay, I'm already planning to go." Dunn put the broken cup in his hand into the tray, then clapped his hands and stood up.

Lucy, who was still squatting on the ground, was a little surprised: "Don't you continue to wait, Mr. Dunn? Many Mr. Getty will be back soon?"

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