Godfather Of Champions

Evan Daugherty really doesn't know what mood he should be in now. I hope that Wood's mother will continue to coma or wake up smoothly. He told Wood to wait until his mother wakes up to talk about retirement. If Sophia wakes up, this matter will be put on the agenda, then what should he do? Do you agree to Wood's request for retirement? Do not make jokes! He is only thirty-two years old. He is the core of Nottingham Forest. If he retires, what shall we do!

There was another thing that made him angry-the Arabs were suddenly full of negotiations.

What makes him even more angry than this is that this incident has something to do with Wood!

George Wood's sudden leave of absence left the team, and the prospects of the team were cast a shadow, and these Arab heretics did not know where the news came from, saying that Wood might retire. If so, they need to reconsider. Here is an offer for Nottingham Forest.

Alan Adams is also very helpless about this, he thinks this is basically the trick of the Arabs. They want to find all excuses to lower their bids and strive to acquire Nottingham Forest at the lowest possible price. Otherwise, how can a player be compared with a club?

If the Arabs use this excuse to lower prices, Evan Daugherty is unacceptable. When I first came to this Arab consortium, I valued that they were rich and could afford big prices. Unexpectedly, the more I talk about it, the less money I will pay...

Now Evan Daggerty hopes that God, his old man, can come and save himself.

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The number of reporters outside Vilford is much less than usual. Everyone knows why-the Royal College of Medicine at the University of Nottingham is obviously more worthy of attention than here. Even among the players training here, there are some who are absent-minded. They are on the training ground, but their hearts fly to the hospital. George hasn’t appeared in front of everyone for two days. No one knows how he is. Gareth Bale, Aaron Mitchell and others who are close to him usually pay a little attention in training. Not concentrated anymore.

McAllister was looking in his eyes and anxious in his heart. He has reminded the players not to focus on anything other than football, and preparing for the game is what they should do. But his words are useless, and the players are still distracted. You must know that they are going to Anfield to challenge the powerful Liverpool in the next game. It is not an opponent that can be defeated casually, and Anfield is not a stadium that can be conquered by distraction. If the team's mind is not on the game, what will greet him as the head coach?

McAllister dared not think further.

"After the training, I'm going to the hospital to see George and his mother." Bell said to Mitchell during the training interval, and he looked at each other.

Of course Mitchell knew what that meant, and he took it: "I'll go with you."

Bell laughed when he heard his answer. But this smile only flashed across his face, and then another expression changed. Bell looked around and motioned for Mitchell to play with his waist. He lay on the opponent's ear and said, "I heard a news that George may retire..."

"What!!" Mitchell exclaimed, he could hardly believe his ears. He saw Bell gesturing to him, asked him to lower his voice, quickly suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you hear it?"

"The rumor that came out of the hospital, it is said that someone overheard the conversation between George and his agent... It's just a rumor, and I don't know whether it's true or not." Bell saw that Mitchel seemed to have completely lost the mind to continue training. Leaving the training ground, hurriedly offered comfort.

Hearing the rumors, Mitchell also calmed down again: "I don't believe... the captain is not that kind of person. Besides, he is only thirty-two years old. What retired?"

In fact, Bell only consoled Mitchell, but failed to console himself. In his heart, he has always been worried that George will retire.

Seeing Freddie Eastwood greet the players to return to the training ground to continue training, Bell patted Mitchell on the shoulder, comforting him and comforting himself: "Don't think so much, end training. We will find out after we go to the hospital."

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Quietly in the ward, only the sound of instruments working can be heard. George Wood waited in front of his mother's hospital bed, gently holding her mother's hand unwilling to let go. Vivienne records the various data appearing on the instrument and organizes them into reports for doctors to make important reference when making diagnosis and treatment. The agent Billy Woods was outside trying to cope with the increasingly impatient media. I don’t know where the news was leaked. Some media guessed that Wood was going to retire. For a while, he was "excited" and came to interview. There were twice as many reporters as yesterday. If these reporters are allowed to come in, the daily work of this hospital will not be carried out.

Vivian was recording the data on the instrument while sneaking a glance at Wood who was sitting in front of the hospital bed. She has learned the latest rumors from the newspaper that Wood is going to retire. Although she is not a die-hard fan, as a Nottinghamian, she still knows football. In the past, when the Forest team was at its best, a grand parade can be seen in the city at the end of each season to celebrate that the Forest team won another championship trophy. Besides, the hospital where she works and the English football team are always in partnership, so how can you say that she doesn't know anything about football?

Is he really going to retire?

Vivienne looked at Wood and thought.

Wood sensed that someone was peeping at him, so he raised his head and just collided with Vivienne's eyes. The frightened Vivian hurriedly moved his eyes away and re-projected to the screen of the instrument, holding the pen hand on the notebook, pretending to be recording data. How could she actually have the mind to work?

Wood could feel someone peering at her, and she could also feel Wood didn't look away immediately.

It seems that an hour has passed, but in fact the minute hand of the clock on the wall has only passed one grid. Vivienne was secretly relieved when she felt Wood retract his eyes. This relaxed, she felt strange. When she was looking at Wood outside the ward, she didn't feel nervous or apprehensive at all. How could she feel a lot of pressure when he was watching? It is as if he is a lion, and he is just a helpless prey in front of the lion...

After recording the data, Vivian should go out directly because her work is completed. But she said to Wood, "Mr. Wood, you should go and rest first..."

Wood raised his head again and looked at Vivienne, this time Vivienne did not hide, she also looked directly at each other.

Wood did not answer the counter's proposal, but he said "thank you."

Vivian knew that she couldn't persuade this stubborn person. Judging from her experience of working here these two days, there might be someone in the world who could make Wood obediently, but she was in a coma in the hospital bed. I'm afraid that no one else can persuade Wood to change his decision, even if it's just a small matter of rest.

Vivienne sighed softly, turned and walked towards the ward door. She and Wood never knew each other, and it took only two days to meet for the first time. She really had no position to think about Wood too much.

When she opened the door outside the ward, she saw two people approaching her from the end of the corridor. One of them she knew was Mr. Billy Woods, and the other person he was with was a little strange and couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Mr. Woods." Vivienne opened the door and greeted the agent Wood who has been familiar with these days.

"Miss Miller. How is Mother George's situation today?" Woods stopped and said to Vivienne.

"I haven't woken up yet, but the vital signs have stabilized." After Vivienne answered Woux's question, she glanced at the person next to him. Because she felt that this person was familiar, but suddenly she couldn't remember where she had seen him.

How could Wookes not see what she was thinking, so he simply pointed to the silent man next to him and introduced: "Mr. Tony Dunn. I think you must have heard this name, so I won't do more. Introduced." He smiled.

How could Vivian have never heard of this name? Just four months ago, he had just led the England team to the world championship and then announced his retirement and disappeared from people's sight. did not expect……

Vivienne hurriedly greeted the legend of English football: "Hello, Mr. Dunn. I am Vivienne Miller, the nurse who takes care of Ms. Sophia."

She stretched out her hand generously to Dun En, and Dun En also held her hand while staring at her eyes closely. Such gaze is not considered polite, but Dunn has always been like this, he is taking this opportunity to observe the other party. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and many things can be seen by looking at the eyes.

When Dunn released his hand, he also moved his eyes away.

Vivian was also secretly relieved in her heart. The feeling of being stared at by him was similar to the feeling of being watched by Wood just now, and it made her feel a lot of pressure.

Of course, Woods didn't know what happened when the two people stared at each other. He was introducing to Dunn: "Miss Miller is a very responsible nurse. With her taking care of Sophia, Wood and I are at ease."

Dunn nodded: "Thank you for taking care of Wood's mother, Miss Miller."

Vivienne smiled in return: "This is my job, Mr. Dunn, no thanks."

The three had no more communication. After thanking Vivian, Dunn and Wooks walked into the ward, while Vivian closed the door and left.

But when she left, she suddenly remembered that Dunn and Wood had a good relationship with each other. It was a recognized fact. Maybe he could persuade Wood to change his mind? Mr. Wooks appeared here with him, obviously he called Mr. Dunn.

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When Dunn entered the inner ward, Wood clearly heard someone coming in, but didn't look back. It was obvious that his mind was on his mother.

Woods saw Wood caring nothing but his mother, and planned to remind him of the visitor. But Dunn stretched out his hand and interrupted. On the way here, Woods had already introduced him to Wood's recent state, but hearing was fictitious, seeing was believing. At the first glance at Wood's back, Dunn felt that this time it was very difficult.

Dunn just stood behind Wood without saying a word, as did Wux. Until Wood felt something was wrong, he remembered that someone had gone out and someone had come in just now, so he turned around...

When he saw Dun En standing in front of him, he could hardly believe his eyes, with a surprised expression on his face.

Dunn, who also saw Wood in front, felt heartache for what he saw was such a haggard Wood. Sophia was all Wood's pillars, Dunn didn't doubt it at all, what he saw before him only confirmed this fact again. But it made him feel uncomfortable. His feelings for Wood are very complicated. It is not simply the relationship between the coach and the players, and it is not just the teacher-student relationship that brought him back from the street to cultivate talent. That kind of complex emotion is difficult to express clearly in words.

"How many hours did you sleep for these two days?" Dun En asked with his mouth open.

"I... five hours... less than." Faced with Dunn who suddenly appeared in front of him, Wood's brain was still a little unresponsive, and he was a little stuttered.

"Go and rest." Dun En's tone was beyond doubt.

Wood's brain is finally normal, he shook his head and refused: "No, I want to accompany my mother."

"Stop teasing, George. When your mother wakes up, are you going to let her see your inhumane face? Shaggy beard, sunken eye sockets, messy hair, and a real air-conditioning all over her body. The smell of walking, did you come directly from the training ground? Have you not taken a shower yet? Are you going to faint your mother again?"

Wookes, who was watching the play on the sidelines, had to admit that it was better to talk about Dunn than himself, and the special relationship between him and Wood also allowed him to speak so unscrupulously, without worrying about the strong backlash from Wood. I can't do it myself...

Dunn's words hit the nail on the head, referring only to Wood's most vulnerable place-mother. He didn't dare not listen to everything in the name of his mother.

Wood still hesitated, but his attitude had loosened a lot. Dunn added another fire.

"What are you still waiting for? Take a shower, go to sleep beautifully, and then when your mother wakes up, let her see a healthy you. Do you want your mother to worry about you in the hospital bed? George. Do you know how many years your mother has been worried about you?"

This last sentence touched Wood's heart. He is not a person who doesn't know good and bad. Of course, he knows that his mother is always worried about him. When he was a child, he was worried that he would be as weak and sick as himself, so he was reluctant to eat all the nutritious and delicious foods to feed him. As she grew up, she worried that he would learn badly like those **** in the slums. She would take drugs, prostitutes, fights and fights, and was eventually sent to prison, so she would rather be a prostitute to make money to send him to school and let him receive education. , Find a decent job in the future. Later, when he finally became a professional player, after he was able to make a lot of money, Wood thought that his mother finally did not have to worry about himself, because he was an adult, but he did not expect that his mother would start worrying about her life-long events and herself again. Can't find a girlfriend...

Wood stood up from his chair, "I'm going to take a shower."

This is a VIP ward. Inside is a room for patients to rest. Outside there is a reception room, as well as beds for escorts, toilets for showers, satellite TV, telephone, internet and other facilities. Wood rushed into the bathroom outside, and soon there was a splash of water inside.

"It seems I was right to call you." Wooks laughed.

Dunn did not answer him. Wood had given up his seat in front of the hospital bed, and Dunn walked over and sat down.

He looked at the face on the hospital bed.

He still remembers the first time he saw this face.

At that time in Snington, everything he saw was gray, gray walls, gray roofs, gray sky, and gray expressions on everyone's face, just like a black and white television. The first color that caught his eyes and heart was Sophia. She was the only light source in that small and dim room, the only color in this gloomy world.

At that time, he just looked away.

Now he is also distracted.

The colors of the past are gradually fading, and the light that once illuminated the entire room is slowly dimming. She closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed. Her face was gray and her face was much more haggard than the last time Dun En saw her. There were countless tubes and wires connected to her body and those cold instruments, and she couldn't feel anger at all.

Dunn stared at Sophia lying on the hospital bed blankly, and remembered something in a dream. Those things have been going on for many years, he thought he had been forgotten a long time ago, but he didn't expect that he would rise from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

He gave her a violet dress and let her breathe in surprise.

In order to protect her from Coreymore's frivolity, he confronted Coreymore, who was still the head coach of the first team, in the heavy rain.

And that ambiguous night, he and she absently waited in the center of the room for George Wood, who had gone out to return home...

In that past time, deep in my heart, has there ever been a moment of love for her?

When Dunn was wandering, he heard Wookes suddenly calling out: "Madam!"

The mind returned instantly, and after refocusing his eyes, he saw Sophia with her eyes open and staring at herself.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dunn..."

Her voice was so weak that it was heartbreaking.

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