Godfather Of Champions

Tottenham Hotspur accepted the fax of Nottingham Forest’s offer to Michael Dawson, the “Nottingham Evening Post” which was just published this morning and still smelled of ink, and the resignation letter written by Martin O’Neill. All the things were put on Evan Daugherty's desk together, making his brain unresponsive for a while.

The fax was sent by his secretary, Miss Lucy, together with a good morning kiss, a very close contact that surpassed the identity of the club chairman and secretary. The Evening Post was later brought by his old friend Alan Adams, and the letter of resignation was submitted by Martin O’Neill himself. The person who was about to resign was still standing in this room waiting for the approval of the club chairman. It.

Now only two days have passed since O'Neill and Evan Daugherty became angry.

Negotiating the purchase of Dawson with Tottenham was in the plan of Dawgetty. They bought a young central defender for a very small price, and Evan Dawgetty felt this deal. It's a bargain, and I'm happy about it, and at the same time when I'm very dishonest with Miss Lucy. Allen knocked on his office door with the newspaper, frightening him. If the matter between himself and Lucy is known to his wife, then his family will be ruined.

When Lucy tidyed up her clothes and opened the door for Allen, Allen still looked with interest at the figure who wriggled his hips and walked away. Then he handed the newspaper to Evan and said nothing.

Evan saw a picture of O'Neill and an interview. The title is very eye-catching, and it also explains why Allen would knock on his door at the risk of breaking the affair between the two.

"Martin O'Neill: I'm not happy here! 》

Before Evan could understand what the unhappy method was, O'Neill knocked on his office door.

When Evan was about to ask O'Neill what the interview meant, the other party had already put the things in his hands on Evan's desk.

"resignation?"

Evan thought he was wrong, so he picked it up and looked at it again, then looked up at the Northern Irishman standing in front of him.

O’Neal stood in front of Evan and said seriously: “I think it’s impossible to implement my plans and ambitions here. I don’t get enough respect here, and you don’t seem to need a head coach. So I think the breakup is The best solution."

"You can't do this!" Evan roared. He had no idea that O'Neal would come and resign? How dare he! He has only been in office for two months, and he is about to resign... What do you think of me as the chairman of the club?

"Of course I can." As an "old man" who has been in British football for more than 20 years, O'Neal is not stupid. "In the contract we signed at the time, you didn't write how much I would pay if I were fired halfway, so I don't have to pay you if I resign, Mr. Chairman. This is fair."

Since there is no need to pay liquidated damages, O'Neal has nothing to worry about.

In fact, this decision to resign was made after a quarrel with Evan Daggerty that day. That's why he broke the news when he was going to be interviewed-I'm leaving anyway, do you still care what you think of me? Say what should or should not be said, and I also counted out Lao Tzu's sigh!

"This... it's not a question of money, Mr. O'Neal. You are the head coach of the team. The league is about to begin. You resign now..."

"Now I resign for the sake of the team. At this time, you still have time to find a head coach. If you wait until the beginning of the league, I am afraid it will be difficult, Mr. Chairman." O'Neal said "Mr. Chairman", but it sounds more like It was hitting Evan Daugherty in the face of the club chairman.

Evan Daggerty was completely frightened by Martin O'Neal's determination. He held the resignation letter in his hand and opened his mouth to look at O'Neal, not knowing what to say. Alan Adams sat on the sofa without saying a word, like a bystander watching a play.

"I hope the club agrees to my resignation application." O'Neal reiterated his intention to come to Evan. "There is no possibility of continued cooperation between us."

Now, what if Evan disagrees? He finally paid the price for his arbitrariness-the head coach who had been so hard to find actually resigned, and gave him a resounding slap. After losing two head coaches in a row in two months, maybe he should think about whether this is because the head coaches are too keen on power, or is he too stupid?

After a moment of silence, Evan stood up and reached out to O'Neal: "Thank you for everything you have done for the club, Mr. O'Neal. I agree with your resignation application."

O'Neill smiled and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Chairman." After saying that he didn't even look at Alan Adams who was sitting next to him, turned and walked out of the office.

After watching O'Neill go out, Evan Daugherty slowly sat down and watched Alan Adams sitting on the sofa without speaking.

"Who should we look for as the head coach now?" Allen asked with an open hand.

"Only God knows." Evan murmured weakly, and this morning was really a blow to him.

"There are not many successful coaches at home. This is not a good time to find a coach..."

"Then go dig!" Evan suddenly became excited, "Dig me one from another club!" He crumpled O'Neal's resignation letter and threw it in the trash can.

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The people who surprised even more than Evan Daggerty were the players and coaches. When O'Neal stood in front of them with a smile and said that he had resigned, everyone looked at him in disbelief. Thought he was joking, but the problem is that Mr. O’Neill is not a joke-like person, he is different from Tony Dunn.

"Thank you for your support over the past two months." O'Neal smiled and said goodbye to the players. "Although my relationship with the top of the club is not very good, I have a good time with you. You are all lovely. I have coached for myself. We are proud of such a team, even though it has only been two months."

"I'm sorry I can't continue to lead you, and good luck to you."

Then he hugged and bid farewell to assistant coaches, physical fitness coaches, goalkeeper coaches, and first team coaches.

Chris Lak was still a little dazed. Tony is gone, and Martin is going to go. What's wrong? All gone, what shall we do? What about Nottingham Forest? Will such a team that has just won the Triple Crown disappear from time to time?

While hugging O'Neal, he asked a question: "Did you resign because of Tony, Mr. O'Neal?"

He worried that Tony's influence was too great, so that O'Neal could not let go of his work here.

O'Neill shook his head and washed away his "wrongfulness" for Dunn: "It has nothing to do with him. My relationship with the club chairman and business executive is not very good, David. They have their position, and I have my position. It is a pity that we Your position is inconsistent. You are a good assistant coach, and you can become an excellent head coach in the future. Thank you for your help, David. The new coach is here. Help him as he helped me and Tony. I hope he can be in It's done here...a little longer." He looked into the distance and sighed softly.

Waving goodbye for the last time, O'Neal turned and left the dumbfounded team.

The reporters who heard the news have already blocked the gate of Vilford Base. The noses of this group of dogs are really good, he just had a showdown with the club, they all knew. As if there is no secret in front of them.

When the reporters saw O'Neill walk out of it, they squeezed the security guard and rushed up.

Countless microphones barely reached O'Neill's mouth, and the camera was unanimously aimed at him.

"Mr. O'Neill, I heard that you resigned? Is this true?"

"Coach O'Neal, can you tell me the reason for your sudden resignation? This is surprising... You have only been here for two months!"

"Hey, Martin! Martin! It is said that you have a conflict with the top of the club? Can you reveal what kind of conflict it is?"

"Did Pepe's transfer lead to this resignation?"

"Maybe it's Michael Dawson... don't you like Dawson?"

"Tony Dunn also resigned suddenly. Have you two been in contact? Is your resignation related to him?"

"Can you tell me where your next stop is?"

"Did the senior management of Nottingham Forest Club seriously interfere with the signing of the head coach as you said in the interview?"

"Can you comment on Evan Daggerty?"

"Has your resignation been approved by the club?"

Apart from the reporters asking loudly and pressing the shutter, nothing else was heard. Everyone shouted in their throats, for fear that O'Neill in the crowd would not hear him.

But O'Neill did not have the interest to answer their questions. He stopped in front of his car door, turned around and said to the enthusiastic reporters: "I have been approved for my resignation, and I have nothing to say about it. I am very grateful to the coach of the Forest Team. People who have helped me in two months. In addition, I want to clarify that this has nothing to do with Tony Dunn. Resignation is my own decision and has nothing to do with anyone. If you want to ask anything, please keep it and ask the club. I believe they will announce a press conference soon."

After speaking, he pulled the car door and got in, closed the window, and started the car. After being surrounded by reporters, he slowly opened the door.

The reporters stopped after a few steps. As O'Neal said, the club will hold a press conference, and leave their questions to be asked at that time.

Pierce Bruce did not expect that O'Neill's decision to resign was so resolute. He looked at the black car going away behind the crowd, wondering where the future of Nottingham Forest was.

How could things become like this? A Megatron Europe, a master of the king who has established a reputation all over the world, has become a human being in only two months, and it has become unrecognizable to its original appearance.

If you want to go back to the source... it seems that you can't get around one person.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Tony Dunn's number.

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When Dunn’s cell phone in the restaurant downstairs rang, he was studying the list of English players from all Premier League teams in the study room upstairs. One of the two 24-inch monitors connected to the computer is playing the video of the game. He needs to compile the video clips through the computer to make the collection he needs, and then burn it into a CD, label it, and put it in different categories. Go to the cabinet. It doesn't look like a headless fly.

Long-term staring at the TV screen to study the game video, or reading books and notes, made Dunn a little shortsighted. He wears black-rimmed glasses, poking his head and observing the performance of several target characters intently. There is something that needs special attention At that time, he would press the pause button, and then lower his head to record the time with a pen on the notebook for subsequent editing.

He watched so attentively that he didn't hear it at all when the phone rang downstairs for the first time.

After the sound disappeared, he suddenly found out if something was ringing just now...

He tilted his head to listen and heard nothing. Just when he shook his head, thinking that he had been so busy recently that he had an auditory hallucination, and then planned to continue working, the phone rang again.

When Tang Enqiu pulled the slippers, walked through the long second-floor corridor around the circular stairs, and then passed the 80-square-meter living room, and finally came to the dining room, the bell stopped again.

"I'm really impatient." Dunn mumbled and picked up the phone, wanting to see who was calling.

The missed call on the screen shows the name of the caller: 007.

Tang En was too lazy to type some people's names. English names are still not as simple as Chinese names for him, so he would replace numbers with many people. 007 refers to Pierce Brosnan, because his name sounds like the famous 007 playing Pierce Brosnan.

A reporter for the Nottingham Evening Post, Dunn didn't know why he wanted to call himself. When he was hesitating whether to call him back to ask, the phone in his hand vibrated while playing music.

He finally pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Mr. Bond, why are you calling me at this time?" Dunn asked lazily, leaning on the sofa in the living room.

"I want to know the real reason why you suddenly decided to leave Nottingham Forest." Bruce asked straightforwardly.

This question caused Dunn's face to collapse. He never answered such a question, even Bruce. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reporter. I don't want to answer your question. If you want to interview me, please make an appointment in advance..." He had to hang up after speaking.

At this moment he heard Pierce Bruce's yelling: "When will you shrink your head, Tony!!"

Dunn was shocked by this sudden roar, and the phone was not hung up.

"Did you watch the news? Do you have a newspaper? Is the TV on?" Bruce continued to ask loudly after roaring.

"No." Dunn looked around, there was nothing clean on the table, the TV was turned on, and the screen was pitch black.

"Then I will send you the live report now!" Bruce said viciously. This may be the first time he has spoken to the King of Nottingham Forest in this tone since he became a reporter. "Martin O'Neal has just submitted his resignation to the club, and I believe the club will approve his resignation application!"

Dunn was shocked by the news, he thought he was dreaming, and it was a very unreal dream.

Martin O'Neal has just joined the team for two months, why did he resign?

"If you still care about Nottingham Forest, you must know why! Evan Daugherty and Alan Adams made an agreement to sell Pepe without telling O'Neal and AC Milan, and now they have brought in without him. Michael Dawson, although the media referred to Dawson's arrival as'homecoming', this violated O'Neill's authority. So he resigned! It's that simple... Now, tell me why you decided not to renew the contract in the first place. , Is it like O’Neal, losing confidence in the top of the club? Tell me, Tony!"

Dunn was silent for a while, and did not answer.

"Well, I know what you think in your heart. You are worried about the turmoil in the team after you say it, right? You are really stupid, Tony. The club is like this, the turbulence is not entirely predictable and will come. Martin O’Neal’s resignation and Shaheen will also move to Bayern Munich. Do you think the team that you built with so much effort can survive? Players have lost confidence in such a high-level club Doesn’t Pepe’s departure explain the problem? He is the most loyal fighter!"

"Do you still love this team? Do you still miss the days and nights of the past eleven years? At Crimson Stadium, they treated you that way, don't you feel heartache? Don't be silent, Tony.

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Pierce Bruce leaned on his car outside the gate of Vilford to call Dunn. The reporters around were almost gone. He yelled at the phone, and no one paid any attention to him, just as another request. It's just an ordinary reporter who has enough space in the agency.

"Don't be silent, Tony! Tony? Tony... Hey! Hey!"

Bruce, who had been giving generously for a long time, found that the person over there had cut off the phone.

"Damn it!" Angrily, he kicked the wheel of his car, and the car sirens kept ringing, which surprised him.

"Asshole!" Bruce fetched the key and hurriedly turned off the alarm. He thinks today is really terrible.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't think this way, because he is a reporter, and what happened today should make him enthusiastic, making him want to rush back to write the manuscript immediately, and publish this news in front of everyone.

But now as a loyal Nottingham Forest fan, he thinks this is terrible.

He leaned on the car and looked at the Nottingham Forest team emblem on the outer wall of the front gate of the Vilford training base.

※※※

Dunn walked back to his study and looked at the frozen game video on the computer screen. It just so happened that he was watching the video of the game last season in Nottingham Forest. The person in the video is Aaron Mitchell.

He found that he had no intention of sitting down and working. He suddenly wanted to listen to some music. At this time, perhaps only music could soothe his irritated heart.

He turned on the speaker and returned to the computer amidst the music. The beautiful music still can't calm myself down, something is stuck in my chest, I want to rush out.

He sat down and turned off the video of the game, and then opened the WORD file. He remembered that he should write a column for the Evening Post. Since the World Cup, his column has been silent.

But today, he wants to write, he has a lot to write, he wants to curse, he wants to sarcasm, he wants to vent, he wants to destroy some things, only in this way can it be rebuilt in the future.

In the continuous sound of keyboard tapping, James Blunt's singing sounded:

"...You are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, it is true...but, it is time to face the facts, you and I can't depend on each other forever..." (song from James Brown Special "Youre_beautiful" (you are so beautiful)) (to be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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