Godfather Of Champions

After Villeford bid farewell to his teammates, Eastwood held a press conference where he will formally announce to the media and the outside world that he will retire. No one of the media knew the news before, although some of them might have guessed it.

The press conference was held at the City Stadium. Before the press conference, some media had already gotten the news-Eastwood would definitely not announce good news at the press conference. Some fans who care about Eastwood gathered outside the stadium, waiting anxiously for the latest news from the press conference.

When Eastwood appeared in front of the reporters in suits and shoes accompanied by Dunn, the noisy press conference suddenly quieted down.

Sitting on his seat with countless microphones and recorders in front of him, Eastwood did not rush to speak. It takes some courage to make this decision public for the first time.

Dunn sat next to him and patted his back lightly.

The venue was silent. After a while, Eastwood exhaled and said in his unique tone: "I made a decision. During the operation in the U.S., my doctor told me that my knee would be fine. It may not be possible to continue to bear the pressure brought by professional football. I considered it for a long time, and I decided to retire."

Although some people have roughly guessed the reason for Eastwood's sudden press conference, they were shocked to hear him say it in person. The scene was in an uproar.

After saying this, Eastwood no longer paid attention to the fierce reaction of the reporters, he got up and walked out again accompanied by Dunn. Some of the reporters who reacted first rushed to the front row to ask him some questions, but he waved to stop him: "I have nothing to say, thank you everyone."

After speaking, he lowered his head and drilled out.

Someone aimed at Dunn.

"Mr. Dunn! Mr. Dunn..."

"Sorry, I have nothing to say. That's it. We will arrange a farewell ceremony for Freddy in a home league in more than half a month. That's it, thank you for coming here..."

Dunn waved his hand and declined the reporters' further questions.

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"The Gypsy Archer announced his retirement!"

"Three serious injuries to his right knee, this is the end of my career!"

"Tony Dunn lost a general, Eastwood said goodbye to tears!"

"Counting down the three serious injuries in Eastwood's career, this retirement was doomed ten years ago!"

"The culprit of the Gypsy retired is someone else, not the former captain of Nottingham Forest!"

...

All kinds of shocking and visually striking news headlines appeared in the media.

For a while, everyone knew that Eastwood was about to retire. Countless reporters flocked to Vilford, hoping to find out more. Although Eastwood has not really been among the top European forwards, his two winning goals in the two European Champions Cups have made his name spread throughout Europe and the world. Even when the media reviewed his career, they believed that Tony Dunn would never win back those two championship trophies without Eastwood.

The fans of Nottingham Forest have long regarded him as the best striker in the world, and the love needless to say. Now I heard that Eastwood was going to retire, and he couldn't accept it for a while. Every day outside the Wilford training base there will always be a large number of fans holding Eastwood's portrait, posters and slogans to keep Eastwood. It is a pity that their hero is not in the training ground, but at home.

The atmosphere of the training ground is also different from the past. Seeing so many slogans to keep Eastwood, everyone feels uncomfortable. But the boss is right. Since he is a brother, his decision must be respected. Eastwood chose the road himself, and no one else had the right to interfere.

Fans flocked to the message board of Nottingham Forest's official website and posted exciting messages, hoping to persuade Eastwood to change his mind.

But these are useless.

Some reporters wanted to interview Eastwood directly only to find that the other party had turned off their mobile phones.

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As a professional player, making the decision to retire at the age of 30 requires more than just courage. Even if he made this decision, it would be really uncomfortable for him. Eastwood was very depressed during the twenty days of resting at home.

Wife Serem sees all this in her eyes. Sometimes she will joke with her husband while playing poker: "Fate says you can go back and continue playing."

Eastwood glared at her: "If I believed your stuff, I wouldn't be a gypsy. Don't mention it, Cerem. I won't change my decision..."

"You have been playing football for so many years, and suddenly you stop playing football one day, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"What's wrong? I haven't played football in this period of time, isn't it good?"

Eastwood really has no contact with football these days. After he can walk freely on crutches, he has been in the stables to take care of the old Ma Blanc who has accompanied him for ten years.

Serim grinned and stopped talking about this topic. "You have to go to the stadium tomorrow, don't you go to bed earlier?"

Eastwood shook his head: "I am not a player to participate in the game."

Serem kissed her husband on the forehead: "Then I will go up and see if the children are asleep."

"Yeah." Eastwood replied absently.

When he was alone in the living room, Eastwood buried his face in his hands. Serim was right-he stopped playing suddenly, and he was really uncomfortable.

When he was calling the boss, he had just been injured. At that time, he thought he was really tired of this life. Looking at his knees, he even thought he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. At that time, he resolutely bid farewell to the past ten years, and he firmly believed that he had made the most correct choice.

Now he still thinks that retiring is correct, but his heart is no longer as determined and determined as he was half a month ago. Sometimes when he closes his eyes, his ears will sound like a tsunami of cheers on the city stadium, and everyone is calling his name. When he was asleep, he would dream that he was back on the court, with a healthy knee, and then running on the court to score goals, enjoying the cheers of the fans.

When he woke up from the dream, he realized that he really couldn't do without football.

It is true that his knees can no longer play football, but the boss gives him a job as a coach, he is still very happy, at least he does not need to be far away from football, and has nothing to do with each other. He can still fight side by side with his brothers, only in a different status.

For me, football has long been not a hobby or a job as simple.

Football is my life.

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When the morning sun was still looming behind the clouds, Eastwood was already out of bed. The sigh of his clothes awakened his wife.

Serem looked at his busy husband sleepily: "Didn't you say you don't play? What do you do when you wake up so early?"

"Warming up on horseback." Eastwood replied as if there were home games on weekdays.

Serim heard this and sat up from the bed: "You don't play again..."

"Go to sleep, Serem."

The wife reached out and grabbed a few tousled hairs on top of her head. She shook her head and mumbled: "I'll make breakfast for you."

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A faint light came in obliquely from the window, smoke and dust flew in the beam of light, and the dim stables seemed very quiet. The silence was soon broken by the creak of the door.

Eastwood stood at the door, took a deep breath, and sniffed the familiar smell.

The creatures in the stables sensed someone coming and snorted, saying hello.

"Blank." Without turning on the light, Eastwood walked in after his eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the room.

There was another snort.

Eastwood stopped in front of a black horse and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the black horse's neck. The movement is gentle, as if touching his lover.

Black Horse Blanc also leaned his head next to his master, rubbing affectionately.

Eastwood didn't answer his wife's question just now, he just told Serim to continue sleeping. Because he couldn't explain to his wife what kind of emotion this was. Only when there was a home game on that day, would he ride Blank for a few laps in his home early in the morning. Besides, He would not do this. So why do you still do this today.

He is not confused. He knows that today he is just going to the stadium to say goodbye before the game. He will not play. But his body just wants to ride Blank for a run at this time. Inertia of the body?

Eastwood untied the rope that tied the horse, put a bridle on Blake, and slowly led it out of the stable.

The outside is obviously brighter than the inside, and one person is watching each other. Eastwood looked at Blank and smiled: "Hey, old man. I retired today, and you also retired. Shall we run again?"

When he was still at Grace Athletic, he rode the nine-year-old Blank to warm up on the road. He lives in a modern caravan and his home is in the woods in the green belt of the neighborhood. Everyone looks at him with strange eyes, but he never cares. He is proud of being a gypsy. Now he is rich and has children, so he doesn't need to live in the boxcar, but he still retains the strange habit of warming up on horseback every morning at home games.

A reporter interviewed him before, why he can always score the winning goal at the most critical moment to help the team win. He always attributed the reason to his lucky pony Blanc.

Now, "Lucky Little Horse" has become "Lucky Old Horse", and he himself is thirty years old.

Eastwood patted Blanc on the back and stepped on the stirrup.

"Go on, old man!"

He patted the dark horse on the ass, and Blank trot with his master.

The cold morning wind blew on Eastwood's face, blowing Blank's mane, Eastwood felt a long-lost comfort. He wanted to whistle loudly on horseback.

"Wow, Blanc! You run so exciting! In fact, you can run, you are not old, right!"

Blake ran round and round in the racecourse, and then Eastwood simply loosened the reins, opened his hands, leaned back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing around him. In a trance, Blank became his legs, he ran on the court as much as he could, tirelessly, no matter how fierce the collision was, he couldn't stop him. He just ran and ran, leaving all the pain and sorrow behind him. Run and run, leaving the cheers behind. Run and run, keep running...

"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?"

In the cold wind, a few drops of water dripped from Eastwood's face.

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When the youngest daughter Chardonnay got up to go to the bathroom, she heard clanging noises from the kitchen. Curiously, she went downstairs and found it was her mother.

Sleepy-eyed, she rubbed her eyes at the door and asked, "Mom? Where's Daddy?"

Serem looked back and saw that it was the youngest daughter, and smiled: "Daddy went riding a horse."

"Daddy has a game today..." The six-year-old daughter doesn’t know much about Dad’s things. She only knows one thing-once Dad is riding a horse early in the morning, it must be in the afternoon or evening. During the game, I have to wait to see Dad before TV.

"Yes, it's the last game." Serim came over and kissed his daughter's tender cheek. "Go back to bed, you haven't put on your shoes yet, be careful of colds."

"Mummy, did you see my new sneakers?" The elder son Raheem's voice came upstairs, and then a rush of footsteps sounded from upstairs.

"Why do you all get up so early today?" Serim looked at the two children in front of him and asked. "I didn't see your new sneakers. Your own things are always littered. You can't find them when you want to use them?"

"I have an appointment with a friend who is going to play football in the morning." The eleven-year-old Raheem reached out to grab a slice of bread on the table, but was quickly knocked out by Serem's eyesight.

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face!"

"Where is Dad?" Raheem didn't act immediately, he turned his head and looked around. "Go to the stable and chat with Blank so early?"

"No, he went riding a horse."

Raheem whistled and turned to wash upstairs.

"Raheem, get your sister down!" Serim shouted downstairs.

"understood!"

Serem picked up the well-behaved little daughter and put it on the chair to avoid touching the cold floor with her bare feet.

It's a pity that her efforts were wasted.

There was a sound of opening the door outside the restaurant, and Sadoni jumped off the chair excitedly and ran towards the door barefoot.

"Daddy—"

"Sadoni! Good morning, my little beauty!"

"Good morning, Daddy!" The little daughter kissed her father on the cheek.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth, Sardoni. Raheem! How long are you going to spend? Get your sister's shoes off quickly!" In this home, Serim looks more like the head of a family. And Eastwood doesn't care about anything, just eat.

"Come here!" The eldest son ran down like wind, threw his shoes in front of his younger sister, and ran up again. "Good morning Dad!" The voice of greeting came when the others returned upstairs.

When a family of four gathered together for dinner, the father announced a decision: "In the afternoon you will go to the city stadium with me, Raheem and Sadoni."

Sadoni has no objection. She is still young and happy to be with her father. She doesn't have much social time for her own. Raheem was a little surprised: "I have an appointment with Heather and Andy..."

"Raheem." Mother's stern voice rang, "Your father hopes to be with you at that time."

Raheem Eastwood looked at his stern mother, then at his smiling father, then nodded, "Okay, Dad."

My sister is still young and may not know what retirement is, but the eleven-year-old Raheem can definitely understand. This matter is indeed more important than going out with his friends.

Eastwood reached out and scratched his son's head. "Thank you, Raheem. As compensation, I will spend more time playing with you in the future."

"You have to count your words, Dad." Raheem felt that his father seemed to prefer to stay with Blank. That horse has long been an official member of the family. Before he was born, his father was with Blank, and the relationship between them was rock solid. Sometimes thinking of this, he feels wronged-which one is the father's son?

Eastwood smiled and twisted his son's pouting cheek slightly: "You are a puppy."

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In the afternoon, the city stadium was lively earlier than before. Nottingham Forest fans have long learned from various media that today’s game is different. Their favorite striker Freddy Eastwood wants to bid farewell to everyone before this league with Arsenal, to Nottingham Forest, and to his career.

Although Eastwood is not a player trained by Nottingham Forest, he has played here for ten years. It can be said that his entire career has been dedicated to Nottingham Forest. Everyone has long forgotten that he used to be a member of the West Ham youth team.

The first half hour of today’s game belongs to Eastwood’s time. No Forest team fan wants to miss this moment. They entered the game more than half an hour earlier than before, waiting to bring them two European seats. The Gypsy striker of the Champions League said goodbye.

When the players of Nottingham Forest and Arsenal were warming up on the court, Eastwood, wearing a casual jacket, was taking a greeting with his family and the chairman of the club.

"It's a shame to retire so early, Freddie." Evan Daugherty patted his former player on the shoulder and shook his head. "I still remember the first day you came to Vilford to report, driving a horse in a caravan and arguing with your wife at the door... You scared me. Haha!"

Evan was laughing, and Eastwood was laughing too. But when he remembered that time, his smile was a bit bitter. At that time he was only twenty years old...

"Tony gave you a coaching contract, and I'm glad you accepted it. To be honest, I always think the club owes you a lot."

Eastwood shook his head: "Please don't say that, Mr. Chairman. It is an honor for me to play for Nottingham Forest. When playing at Grace Athletic, I never thought that I could win the European Champions Cup and The Premier League trophy, and it’s still twice."

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Because today’s game is to bid farewell to Eastwood, everyone’s mood is not very high. Although Eastwood agreed to be the coach of the team, everyone still has more feelings for Eastwood as a player.

Even the boss, who always likes to say something before the game, was abnormal today. He sat at the door without saying a word and didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere in the dressing room is a bit awkward.

George Wood may be the most silent of all. He sorted the captain's armband on his arm over and over again, put it on and took it off, put it in his hand, put it on, and took it off again...

He seemed very worried.

Dunn looked down at his watch and finally ended the uncomfortable silence.

"Okay, guys. It's almost there, let's get out. We have to... say goodbye to Freddie."

Wood was the last player to walk out of the locker room. It stands to reason that he is the captain and should be at the forefront.

After coming out of the tunnel, the players of the two teams did not line up to take pictures on the field, or exchange team flags, guess coins, or shake hands... They lined up outside the tunnel, waiting for someone to appear.

As an opponent team unrelated to Eastwood, Arsenal are very cooperative this time and show their full respect to a legendary striker who is about to leave. Dunn is very grateful to Professor Wenger for his willingness to do this, and perhaps also fortunate that this game is not his rival team...

Eastwood was standing in the corridor, surrounded by some staff members who were responsible for maintaining order. Now he is holding his eleven-year-old son Raheem in his left hand, and his six-year-old daughter Sadoni in his right hand, waiting nervously for the signal to come out.

A unified voice has sounded in the stands outside, and all the fans are chanting his name, which is very clear and uniform.

"Daddy? They are calling your name." Sadoni in her arms listened for a while and said to her father.

"Yes, Sadoni. They are calling Daddy's name. Do you like this dress?" He pressed his nose against Sadoni's forehead. He was referring to the Red Forest jersey worn on his daughter, with his name "EASTWOOD" and number "11" printed on the back.

"like!"

"Why?"

"Because of Daddy's name!" Sadoni said excitedly.

Compared with Sadoni's excitement, Raheem, who was holding her father's hand, remained silent. He will not be like his sister, who thinks this is a very interesting thing. Although Dad will spend more time with him after he retires, he still likes the Dad who runs on the court and then cheers. When his friends mentioned his father, they would say to him enviously: "Raheem, you have a heroic father!" "If only my father was like your father..." "Raheem , Your dad scored again in yesterday’s game! That ball is so cool! Pick it up!" "Raheem, please help me find your dad for an autograph..."

He pursed his lips, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Tears lingered in his eyes, as if they were about to fall anytime.

My dad is a hero! I am the son of a hero, I can't cry!

He thought fiercely.

Feeling his son holding his hand hard, Eastwood turned his head and looked to the left. He looked down at his silent son and smiled.

After a period of music, the announcer's voice rang in the live broadcast: "This is not a happy news. Our gypsy star Freddie Eastwood decided to say goodbye to everyone on this day... "

The staff at the corridor made a gesture to Eastwood and motioned for him to come out.

"Come on, Raheem."

In this way, Eastwood took his son, carried his daughter and stepped out.

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When No. 11 in Nottingham Forest walked out of the tunnel with two children wearing his jerseys, the scene rang out like a tsunami.

"Freddy! You are our hero!"

"Good job, Gypsy!"

"Goodbye, Freddie! Goodbye!"

"Change your mind, Freddie! Please!"

"Don't go, Freddie...Look at this formation, are you willing to go?"

"Freddy, we need you! Tony needs you! You can't do this!"

...

Eastwood smiled, let go of his son's hand, and waved goodbye to everyone. But two tears have appeared on his face.

The players from Arsenal and Nottingham Forest stood beside him and applauded him. Others gave him a thumbs up.

Sadoni looked at this scene curiously. She might not understand the feelings of these people, but she knew that her father was very popular. The expression on Raheem's face was even more ugly, and he was almost crying in public.

Serem stood in the box and stood up to applaud his husband like everyone else.

He walked all the way to the middle of the venue, leaned over to put his daughter down, and took the wireless microphone from the staff.

The voice at the scene gradually subsided. They knew Eastwood had something to say, and they didn't want to miss every word he said.

"Thank you very much, thank you everyone." Eastwood resisted his emotions and tried his best to restore the trembling voice to normal. He slowed down his speech so that what he said could be heard clearly. "When I was an amateur player, I never thought that one day I would have such a farewell. You all came to see me, I am very happy..."

There was silence for a while, and Eastwood tried to keep himself from crying on the spot. No matter how hard he laughed, he didn't have the slightest desire to laugh at this moment.

"I thank Nottingham Forest Club, my teammates, and even coach Tony Dunn. If it weren't for him, I would never stand here and say thank you."

The TV broadcast gave Dunn a close-up. He stood in front of the coach's bench with his hands around his chest and a serious expression.

"My career is only ten years... but I don't think it is short. In these ten years, I have gained all the honors I have or never thought of. I am very satisfied and very fortunate. These ten years of playing in Nottingham Forest I am very happy every day of the year because I am doing what I like, in an environment I like."

"But now, I must say goodbye to you, and I must say goodbye to my teammates." Tears could not stop streaming from Eastwood's eyes. "Ten years ago, the boss once told me that I would become the legendary shooter of Nottingham Forest... I'm sorry, boss, I let you down, sorry..."

Eastwood put the microphone in the hands of the staff and leaned down to hug his daughter Sadoni.

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"Damn..." Chris Lack heard Dunn cursing softly next to him, "You are already a **** legend, Freddie."

The English man who always plays the tough assistant with a thick voice in front of the players suddenly couldn't help crying.

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"Daddy? You cried..." Sadoni looked at her father strangely, her familiar face wet.

"Daddy didn't cry. Daddy is... happy." Eastwood forced a smile. "I will have more time with Sadoni in the future. Are you happy?"

Sadoni looked at her father for a while, then grinned and said, "Happy!"

"Let's go back."

He picked Sadoni up again and took Raheem's hand.

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"Freddy Eastwood, when he joined Nottingham Forest on January 1, 2004, he was an amateur player who broke his leg once, he was twenty years old at the time." Mortensen said emotionally, "Now he is thirty years old, and he took his family to bid farewell to the Forest team fans. He said he is not a legendary shooter, but in the hearts of Nottingham Forest fans, no one is more legendary than him. Up."

"An amateur player scored a winning goal in the two European Champions Cup finals and helped Nottingham Forest regain the European Champions Cup after 28 years. His right knee suffered a serious injury before he became a Forest player. But he has been dragging this injured leg on the court for Nottingham Forest for ten years, scoring a total of 137 goals. He is not the player with the most goals for the team in the history of Nottingham Forest Club, but He is definitely the player with the highest goal value in the history of the team! Two goals, two European Cups! His experience is enough to be made into a movie for all kids who love football. He tells those people, even if you have ever After being seriously injured, even if you were swept away by the team you used to play for, even if you were reduced to playing amateur leagues and selling second-hand cars, as long as you haven't given up your ideals, you can create a legend!"

"Salute to the legend of this decade! Goodbye, Freddie! Goodbye, Mr. Lore of Nottingham Forest!"

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As Eastwood slowly led his children towards the aisle, a chorus of fans sounded from the stands. They are singing a song dedicated to Eastwood. This is after Eastwood scored a key goal and helped the team defeat AC Milan to regain the twenty-eight-year-old UEFA Champions League. Fans created a heroic ode to him.

"At the last minute of the game, do you think it is over? There is not much time left. The referee is looking at the watch, and you say:'Forget it, we have a future.'"

"The singing of cheering gradually died down, and some people started to leave the stage early. A pile of drunk glasses was thrown from the stands and it was a mess!"

"The opposing players are laughing at our dying struggle, and the opposing fans are celebrating their victory in advance!"

"The forest team stood on the 11th, and he said: ‘No! The game is not over yet! Don’t be happy too early!’"

"Don't be happy too early!!!"

"He is like Robin Hood, his arrow shot through the enemy's heart!"

"The enemies screamed in horror:'Who is he!'"

"Who is he!!"

"His name is Freddie Eastwood! He is Mr. Forest's lore!"

"His name is Freddie! He will never give up!"

"Freddie Freddie! It's your honor to fall under his arrow!"

"La la la! Freddie! La la la! Robin Hood!"

"La la la! Freddie! Freddie! La la la!"

Whenever Eastwood scored another key goal, this song will surely sound in the home stands. Eastwood will run wildly on the court with open arms, and the number behind it is flying over the city court like a flag. The back number of "11" is like two sharp arrows. He is indeed the "Robin Hood" of Nottingham Forest.

But this time, Robin Hood was shot in the knee by the poisoned arrow of fate. He could no longer stand up and continue to fight. He fell under the big oak tree where he had gathered together with his comrades, with some brothers who were unwilling to fight together. We bid farewell, leaving only a legend, so that future generations will yearn and yearn in the memory of the legend-when he was there, what kind of heroic years would it be...

The passionate singing kept singing until their Robin Hood disappeared in the tunnel.

The fans present with tears in their eyes, applauded for the last time their "Mr. Lore", and bid farewell to another "Robin Hood" legend.

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PS, this chapter is a bit laborious but very smooth. It sounds contradictory, right? In fact, this is indeed the case.

I didn't want to write such a long one, but I couldn't stop it when I wrote it. This is my fault... I don't have any plan. I suddenly got a good idea when I wrote it, so deleting it and writing it out went beyond the original plan. So my writing is too slow.

It’s not the first time I have written about a player’s retirement. But this time it feels very strange. I am not as sad as writing Anke or Zhang Jun's retirement, or it is not so sad as it is obvious. The sadness in my heart because of the retirement of a character is very light, and sometimes even with a little joy. Maybe it's because I portrayed a real character. Well, I believe this Eastwood and his wife Threm, the eldest son Raheem, and the youngest daughter Sadoni are real.

There is a complete picture in my mind, they move, and then they become a movie. In the movie, I saw Eastwood's entire experience from getting up in the morning to saying goodbye in the afternoon. It’s true, it’s as if I’ve never met and I don’t even know whether their character is as I described, whether the wife is called Serem, the eldest son is Rahim Sadoni, the youngest daughter is so cute and ignorant My family will really live like I wrote.

Serim was busy in the kitchen, while urging two naughty and cute children to pay attention to personal hygiene and good health. Eastwood, the husband, was with that horse in his racecourse. I don’t know if it’s called "Bran". "Ke" horses perform their respective retirement ceremonies.

I'm sure they must live like this in my story.

I like writing and I am good at portraying characters. Freddie Eastwood, the kid who was first discovered from a certain YouTube video, is now completely described. Whenever I successfully portray a character, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

So when writing about his retirement scene, I seem to be putting the last touch on one of my portraits. As relieved, a fulfilling sense of accomplishment rose from the bottom of my heart.

For this last stroke, I am sure that I have finished it.

Thank you all for your support and love for my Eastwood. All my sense of accomplishment comes from you.

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