Godfather Of Champions

Doing George Wood's psychological counseling work, Dunn was not a very tricky job that was lost to Eastwood.

Eastwood thought about it seriously, and found that Wood had almost never had such an experience. Sometimes it makes people wonder if his heart is really made of oak, as hard and stubborn as iron.

The Nottingham Forest has always relied on the heart of an oak tree, running steadily and at high speed. Now that the heart has a problem, the team's performance is naturally affected.

Eastwood was troubled by his inexperience. Don't say that he and Wood are a little unhappy, even if there is no such thing, he doesn't know what to do when facing Wood.

He had been thinking about this all day, and judging from his frowning in the second half, it seemed that he had not figured out a good solution.

Eastwood originally planned to find Wood directly, and said straightforwardly: "Let's talk about your recent decline..."

But he changed his mind, it seemed to have no effect. He couldn't decide whether Wood listened or not.

So worried, he ended his first day as a coach.

Back home, he was still frowning, which shocked Serem: "Did you encounter any unhappy things on the first day as a coach?"

"There are no unhappy things, but there is one disturbing thing..." Eastwood said again about Dunn's task for him.

Serem looked at his husband with a smile but a smile: "You men are really strange creatures. Freddie, do you really hate Wood?"

Eastwood thought for a while, and it was hard to talk about hate, otherwise he would not play for this team until retirement. But to say that there is no feeling at all, that is also a lie. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing can't assume that nothing has happened.

"Hate? I don't know...but I definitely don't like it." Eastwood shook his head.

"Have you ever quarreled with Wood in the team, moved hands, and had conflicts?"

Eastwood wondered why his wife asked: "Don't you know me, Threm? I'm not that kind of person... I just don't talk to him much."

Serem did not know when there was an extra deck of cards between his hands. "Do you want to count?"

Eastwood curled his lips: "Your trick to deceive tourists is okay, Serim."

Serem ignored her husband, she played with the cards in her hand. After a while she raised her head and said to Eastwood, "I think you'll have a fight with Wood in person."

"Is this what you calculated?" Eastwood felt that he shouldn't discuss work matters with his wife.

"So men are stupid creatures." Serim played with the cards on the table slowly. "If Raheem made a very serious mistake, I would just beat him up instead of treating him indifferently. And he would be willing to accept being beaten instead of his mother's life Talk to him."

Eastwood dismissed his wife's remarks: "Raheem is your child, but George Wood is not my son."

"Sometimes men and boys have something in common. If you feel embarrassed to fight face-to-face, you can ask him to find a time and place in private and throw white gloves at each other like knights." Serem snapped his fingers. , Take back the playing cards. "I'll see if Sadoni is asleep."

Only Eastwood was left in the living room, and he was mocking his wife's bad ideas at first. But after ridiculing in his heart, he found that this method seemed to make some sense...

Since I don't know how to talk to Wood, it's better to come straight to it.

Based on his knowledge of Wood, the other party is not a circumstantial person. You talked a lot of high-sounding nonsense, it was useless, and it wasted your expression.

Okay...just find a difference.

Eastwood squeezed his hands, his joints crackling.

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Before going to Vilford the next day, Eastwood rehearsed in the bathroom in front of the mirror for a long time with his "sorrowful" expression.

He is a gentle person. He is very popular. He always smiles in the team and makes jokes with people around him. Everyone likes such an optimistic and cheerful teammate, so almost no one will give him a look. Therefore, Eastwood is a good old man who never treats anyone badly.

It is indeed a bit difficult for him to play the role of a villain now...

"Wood! What are you doing!"

Eastwood shook his head, his tone as if not ferocious enough.

"Have you not eaten last night! Weak!"

"Look at your movements, are you really training?"

"Well, actually you are not doing well enough...no no! It's bad! It sucks! It sucks!"

...

Eastwood finally shook his head and walked out of the bathroom. If he doesn't come out again, Sadoni, the daughter who told herself to eat, will knock on the door.

Serem always smiled at his worried husband during breakfast.

When sending him out, Serim kissed him on the cheek: "I wish you well."

"I don't have a bottom in my heart..." Eastwood said it was really embarrassing.

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George Wood changed his clothes in the locker room with a dark face. He was in a bad mood recently. The people around didn't dare to talk to him, even an old friend like Bell did not try not to provoke him at this time.

Everyone knows what kind of pressure the captain is shouldering. The outside media was frantically speculating that George Wood was the culprit that caused Eastwood to retire early. It seemed that Wood must be made responsible for Eastwood. This is going to happen in South Korea. It is estimated that they will directly ask George Wood to cut his fingers and apologize...

In fact, everyone knows that although Carl Spike is right, Eastwood's first serious injury was because of Wood's foul. But that was an unintentional mistake after all, and it would be too unkind to find out after ten years... To be more serious, this is simply malicious intentions.

The media will not study the reason behind the injury. They only know that this incident is worthy of news hype, so they followed up a lot...

Readers also lack basic judgments, or they don't want to judge who is right and who is wrong. As long as they have fun and watch this life, it is very beautiful.

To make matters worse, the next game is the tenth anniversary of Tony Dunn’s official coaching of Nottingham Forest. The team would like to use a victory in that game as a gift to the boss. But the current state of the team and a strong opponent like Liverpool made the game more difficult.

Liverpool are also paying close attention to the development of the Forest team. Benitez must be happy to see cracks and turmoil inside the Forest team. Because he and Dun En had fought for so many years and found that the easiest way to defeat Dun En was to hope that something went wrong inside the castle that was impregnable from the outside.

George Wood's state of qualifying fluctuates and ups and downs, this is really an excellent opportunity not seen in a century...

The local media in Liverpool have already uttered ruthless words to stir Tony Dunn's 10th anniversary at Anfield.

"How long he has coached the Forest team has nothing to do with us, we only need one victory."

Wood is the captain, and he certainly knows that his state has affected the team. But he just couldn't pick it up and put it down like air. He did feel guilty for Eastwood, and he had ten years in his arms. It's just that he is not good at expressing his emotions, especially after he became the captain, he always wanted to leave a "majestic" captain image to his teammates, and some words would be difficult to speak again.

This day of training, Wood spent the rest of his mind.

Chris Lak looked anxiously next to him. He said to Dunn more than once: "I think George listens to you the most. Wouldn't you solve this problem if you come forward and talk about it? Why are you doing this?"

Tang En had a deep expression on his face: "There is a Chinese saying-you need to tie the bell to untie the bell."

"What do you mean?" Chris Lak couldn't understand Chinese.

"What you plant, you get what you want, they are a destined pair." Tang En sighed. "They have bonds."

"What are you doing, Tony? You got hit in the head again?"

"Oh, just wait and see the show. Outsiders can't get involved in their affairs." Dunn always said something that Chris Lak could understand. "It's tiring to talk to you!"

"You just need to speak well."

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After the training, Wood gave himself half an hour of extra training as usual. The other players have all gone back to the locker room, and the members of the coaching staff have long been used to this scene, and no one stayed on the court watching Wood.

When only Wood was left on the field, he decided to forget those worries and train seriously. The quiet environment helps him to do so.

As he was about to start, a football hit him in the back of the head.

This kick is not light, and it is estimated to be a vigorous volley in the game. Wood was a little dazed by the beating, he turned his head and glared at the "murderer".

"It seems that my footwork is still there. Should I really consider the decision to withdraw from the game and return to the court?"

Eastwood completely ignored Wood's glaring gaze, standing still and muttering to himself while pinching his chin.

After seeing Eastwood, Wood's anger suddenly began to dissipate. This has always been the case in the team, Eastwood has never given Wood a good face, but Wood has never been fierce to Wood.

"Don't look at me, it's not an accident, I did it on purpose." Eastwood walked slowly in front of Wood, picked up the football that bounced on the ground, grabbed it in front of Wood with one hand and shook it.

"I never concealed your disgust, did I?" Eastwood asked. Actually he didn't expect Wood to answer, but Wood nodded. This surprised him a little.

"Uh... well, I'm not interested in knowing what you think of me. It's a miracle that we can play together for ten years. You know, every time I see your nonchalant face, I just think I rushed forward and gave you a punch. This thought was especially strong when I was injured last time... It's a pity that I can't beat you."

Wood did not defend himself, nor refuted, he listened quietly.

Eastwood was actually quite nervous. He was memorizing the lines he had spent a day preparing...At the same time, he wanted to make his tone sound mixed with anger and disdain. This is the best way he can do that he has come up with-talk to Wood. It is not necessary to fight like a man, but he can express his anger like a man and let Wood feel it.

"You are so strong..." Eastwood looked at Wood up and down. "I tirelessly, I never know what the injury is, and I don't know how it feels after the injury. No one can make you hurt or make you painful. You It’s not like a human being... If others want to invade you, he will be the only one who will be unlucky in the end, and you are still wondering why the other person is injured..." Eastwood became more and more excited as he said. Trying to make himself look angry, but when it comes to it, he is really angry.

That's right! Why is everyone human? You George Wood can have such an enviable body, but my Eastwood knees are so weak? By what! !

"You... do you think you thought I was willing to retire?" Eastwood had no idea where the football was going. He stepped forward and approached Wood, glaring at the opponent. "I'm only thirty years old! The golden age of a professional player is not over yet, why should I retire? Do you think I'm satisfied standing in the middle of the city stadium and enjoying their last cheers and saying some moving nonsense? I don’t want this **** farewell! I would rather play football for a lifetime!"

It has completely deviated from the script prepared in advance...

"Look at you again! Look at you again!" Eastwood snapped at Wood's shirt and snarled with his mouth open. "You have such a healthy body, it's enviable... You **** act like shit! If I have a healthy body like you, do you know how hard I will train and compete, how grateful and cherish you? This bastard! Damn! Are you laughing at me?'Look, I have a strong and healthy body, but I acted like **** on purpose, just to disgust you, a foolish idiot who retired at the age of thirty! '"

"I……"

Wood finally opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But in Eastwood's angry storm, his voice was drowned out.

"Now I really want to beat you hard! I can't beat you, I want to beat you too!" Eastwood pushed his hands hard and actually pushed George Wood to the ground. He was full of anger, trembling all over, and clenched his fists, but in the end he didn't hit it.

"I don't know what the hell... I gave up my career without a seed, because I was afraid of getting hurt again, so I didn't dare to continue playing." Eastwood seemed to be drained of all his strength at once, and he lowered his hands and lowered his head. Murmured. "I'm only thirty years old..."

He suddenly raised his head again and stared at Wood who was lying on the ground: "Do you know what it feels like to be injured? The parts below the knees don't seem to belong to your body anymore, you can't feel anything. Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, The thought of not being able to continue playing football...Do you know what it was like?" He paused for a while, with a dazed expression on his face. "By the way, why should I say this to you? Why should I say this to a robot that has never been injured? Am I confused?"

He shook his head, intending to turn around and walk away.

"Not only do I have no seed, I am still a fool..."

"you……"

Wood got up from the ground and said helplessly: "Or...you beat me, if so...this will make you...feel good..."

Eastwood turned abruptly and rushed in front of him, almost yelling against his face: "What's this? Is the sympathy of a winner for a loser? I **** don't need your sympathy!"

He took a step back and continued to stare at Wood. "I chose to retire by myself, and it has nothing to do with you! What do you sympathize with me here? You bastard! What's your face? What do you look like when you see an idiot? It's sad, right? Ah, I know, I know what you think-he can't play football anymore, so pitiful..."

"No, I didn't..."

"Shut up! What if you retired? What if you can't play? I'm a coach now, you should be careful, jerk! Do you dare to continue this shit-like performance, next time I will be in front of the team He called you a bad guy! Do you think I can't do it?" Eastwood suddenly sneered, "I always look at you upset. You better don't let me take a chance, kid."

After putting down these ruthless words, Eastwood also left the training ground like flying. If he doesn't leave, he is afraid that tears will come to his eyes.

He really hates Wood, not for shoveling him, but for why Wood has such a healthy and strong body, but his knees are so fragile... He hates the unfair destiny, he hates his powerlessness.

When he grabbed Wood's shirt and yelled, deep in his heart, there was also a voice yelling unwillingly:

I want to continue playing! I want to continue playing...

Why, why am I retiring at the age of thirty? Why can't I have a healthy body like that bastard? Why... why should I say those **** words to him here!

Eastwood, who was back in the car, did not drive away. He sat down in the driver's seat and felt deeply tired.

At the same time, George Wood stood on the training ground, staring at the football thrown by Eastwood. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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