Chapter 45: Experiences and hearings at the wine meeting (Part 2)

Tang En didn't know what he said was wrong... In short, he was in a mess.

Fortunately, Robson quickly saved Don Eun, who was in awkward position, and he smiled: "Maybe, maybe not.

Do you know, Mr. Donne, I was born in Newcastle, but I didn’t have the opportunity to coach my hometown team until I was sixty-six years old. I wandered around the Netherlands, Portugal, Spain... Mr. Donne, you are much luckier than me, the old man.

By the way, that trouble that may be accused, do you need the Coach Association to provide legal assistance to you?”

Done shook his head and declined Robson's kindness: "Thank you, Sir, but I have found a lawyer who is willing to sue me."

Robson nodded and said, "That's good. Enjoy this cocktail party and put aside all your worries. I wish you a happy life.

"After saying that, Robson and Clove both left and walked towards a group of old men. They should be the old coach who once coached in various teams in England.

Maybe they are enemies of each other when they are coaching, but this does not prevent them from drinking and chatting together after retirement.

Football, life, that's it.

No one came to lead the circle enthusiastically, and Done was somewhat suspicious of what was the intention of Claufe to take him to the cocktail party - he had not received an invitation from the coaching association before.

Is it Clauve's whim, or is it because his son Nigel has something to leave and needs someone to accompany the old man who has just recovered from the operation?

Tang En stood at the door, looking at the lively venue. This was a large-scale bar, but it was not as magnificent as Tang En had imagined before, full of the atmosphere of the upper class.

In fact, it's just a bigger place than an ordinary bar. Everyone gathers together to chat and drink, and some people come in and some go out, which is very casual. Some of them know Tang En, who has seen him on TV broadcasts when he was a fan.

Or he met the ground opponent after coaching the Forest team, but most people don't know their names.

Ferguson was surrounded by many people, who were congratulating the best coach of the Premier League in the past ten years and saying all kinds of compliments. Flattering is not divided into national and ethnic groups, and it is popular everywhere.

Ferguson smiled and accepted the congratulations from others. Manchester United reversed Arsenal this season and won the league championship. He was in a very good mood.

But Tang En had no intention of joining in the fun. First, he was not familiar with Sir Fur; second, he was a arrogant person and did not like to follow the crowd.

If everyone ignored Sir Ferguson at this time, he would have taken the initiative to congratulate him, but if most people were doing the same thing, he would have disdained to do it.

It may not be because of his dislike of Ferguson and his achievements, but because of his personality.

Everyone likes to join in the fun, but he just wants to go to the corner. Just like his fixed seat in the forest bar is in the innermost corner, today he walked to the corner of the house where there are no one.

I looked at the group of people in front of me coldly, and there was no excitement at all. These people were the head coaches of professional teams, real head coaches, and I was just a substitute who was dismissed.

Ferguson is the focus of this room. Even in front of those old men who have retired, he can still have his place.

Tang En casually found a seat without anyone and slowly sipped the wine in the glass. He was so bored that he started playing the game of "finding acquaintances" to see how many faces he could recognize.

He recognized many people who had only heard of names but rarely saw their faces, but did not see two foreign head coaches in the crowd.

One is Chelsea coach Claudio Ranieri, who is in the rumor of acquisition. Perhaps many people in the room don’t know where to happen, but Don Eun knows that the pot maker will soon become the focus of their jealousy. Today is June 27. If his memory is not wrong, on July 1st or 2nd, Chelsea official will announce to the outside world that Abramovich will officially become the new owner of the London club.

Bates spent only one pound to buy Chelsea club, but now he has sold it for 60 million. All other debts have been completely dumped, which is a good deal.

Don En regretted: Why didn’t he travel until 1982 and then snatched the Jews to buy Chelsea for a pound...

Another is Ferguson's stalemate in the Premier League in ten years, Arsenal head coach France's Jose Wenger.

Tang En thought again and said that it was purely normal for Wenger to be no longer there.

The Frenchman is almost out of place with the entire English football circle. He never sits down with his opponent's head coach after the game to have a drink. Although this is a tradition of English football, "Professor" Wenger has no intention of obeying it.

In his opinion, many traditions of English football are decaying, which are a chronic disease that hinders the development of football in this country.

Tang En deeply agreed with this. He didn't think that it was a good tradition for everyone to smoke and drink during the halftime break to discuss how to play in the second half.

Just when Tang En was in a daze, there was one more person around him. "Is there anyone here?" He asked politely. Tang En did not react, and he shook his head reflexively.

"Thank you." The person who came sat down and reached out to Tang En to introduce himself. "Hello, I'm David Moyes."

Hearing this name, Tang En's body trembled slightly. He pulled out of his sacred tour, turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

Slightly pale skin, thin pointed face, light brown short hair, gray eyes... It's really Everton coach David Moyes!

"Ah! Hello, I'm Tony Tangen. I'm very happy to meet you." Tangen quickly reached out to respond.

"So too." Moyes took out his hand and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Why sit here alone?"

"I don't like joining in the fun..." Tang En shrugged, and then suddenly remembered that he forgot something, "Congratulations on winning the best coach last season."

"Thank you." Moyes smiled shyly. Last season was his first coach of a Premier League team, but he didn't expect to make him successful.

Tang En had some affection for this young coach because he had paid attention to Everton's game. Everton received sponsorship from Chinese company Kejian in the 2002-03 season. Two Chinese players came to the team for trial training. In the end, Li Tie successfully stayed and competed in the Premier League in an Everton jersey with Chinese characters printed on his chest.

Next, Don Eun didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere should have fallen into a cold situation. But Moyes suddenly raised the volume: "I remember, Mr. Don Eun... You are the head coach of Nottingham Forest!"

This sentence hit Tang En's sore spot, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It was just that."

"Although I have coached the Premier League team, our family still pays attention to Preston's game. My eldest son is a loyal fan of Preston.

He sometimes talks about Preston's opponents, but he talks the most about Nottingham Forest. Do you know why?"

Don Eun didn't answer, but just looked up at Moyes with a smile on his face.

"Because the Forest has an impressive head coach. My son said that. The Forest is the team with the biggest difference in performance in the middle and second half. If you are worried about where to go, you might as well go to Preston.

I believe that people there will welcome you."

Behind the three phone numbers in Donen's pocket, there was no name of Preston. But Moyes's statement made him a little moved. He sat in his seat and pondered, and Moyes didn't bother, but just drank his own wine.

At this time, Don En saw Clauve waving to him by the crowd in front of him, and he quickly apologized to Moyes next to him: "I'm so sorry, the boss is calling me. I'm very happy to know you."

Moyes shook hands with him: "So, I hope we can meet on the court one day, which will be very exciting!"

Farewell to Moyes. Donn walked to Clauve and found two yellow-skinned and dark-haired people standing beside the old man, one man and one woman, who seemed to be reporters. "What's the matter, boss?"

"Well. Go and call Bobby for me."

Tang En nodded, but his attention was on the woman. He looked very young, about twenty years old, with a light gray women's suit.

Under the tight short skirt was a pair of slender legs. The only thing that Tang En didn't like was that the woman had short hair. Because she turned her back to him, she couldn't see how long her face was. Tang En glanced and turned to find Robson.

It’s actually quite easy to find a handsome man because his silver hair is so conspicuous.

Donn brought Robson to Crowe. Crowe pointed at Robson and said to the two reporters: "These two Chinese reporters asked me why I made you the head coach of the England national team at that time?" When Greenwood left the position of head coach of the England national team in 1982, his call for taking over was higher than anyone else, but in the end he became the head coach, Bobby Robson.

When both reporters turned around when they heard the old coach Robson coming, they were able to see the female reporter's appearance clearly.

When he saw the face that was lightly decorated, Tang En breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not the popular type of "looking behind the scenes and looking at the front, thinking about self-defense" in China. His facial features are very delicate and very oriental, and he is indeed a Chinese.

As for another male reporter, Tang En automatically ignored it.

The two reporters seemed a little excited when they saw Robson's arrival. Tang En was naturally ignored by them.

When he heard Claufe's question, Old Robson laughed: "Because everyone knows that you don't want to play with the FA bastards!"

The reporters laughed, and Tang En stood behind them. He was silent and low-key like a follower. All his eyes were on the beautiful Chinese female reporter. Seeing her covering her mouth and laughing happily, he felt that today was not wasted.

It is better to have beautiful girls to appreciate than to look up at them.

Two Chinese journalists chatted with Robson for a while and left with satisfaction. Tang En's "beauty appreciation journey" ended. Next he returned to the corner, and Moyes had been pulled to celebrate his first personal award.

Seeing Moyes, who was only 39 years old, being surrounded by everyone, showing the smile of a successful person, Tang En felt a little sad. He never thought he was weaker than others, but this time he lost at the starting line.

He hated failure and did not want to be a loser. But in today's occasion, he was the biggest loser. Tang En didn't understand why Clauve brought him here. He felt unhappy when he saw these people talking happily.

Ferguson, Erikson, Moyes... is among these big-name coaches, but he has no idea of ​​chasing stars because he regards all of these people as his opponents.

One day, Tang En will defeat you one by one! This is not a ignorant boy's rash statement, this is his oath deep in his heart.

Considering the health reasons, after the cold lunch at noon, Brian Clauve said goodbye to Don Eun. You guys came out to see you off very enthusiastically, but almost everyone ignored the Don Eun beside Clauve.

For these professional coaches, if a newcomer like Tang En sees too much, no one will take him to heart.

In this circle, if you want to win everyone's attention, to get others around you, and to get their recognition, you have to come up with some results.

In fact, Don Eun wanted to ask Clauve when he was in the car, why did he bring him there? But as soon as he got in the car, the old man leaned against the back seat and fell asleep. With his slight snoring, they returned to Nottingham from Sheffield.

Done told Nigel that he didn't have to go back to his house directly, he wanted to go to the Forest Training Base to take a look.

When the car was parked at the gate of the Forest Team youth training camp, Donn said goodbye to Nigel, then looked at the head who seemed to be sleeping, and opened the car door to get off.

Just then, Clauve's old and vague voice sounded behind him: "Boy."

Done turned around and looked at Claufe who was still closed his eyes.

“Now many people still mention my achievements and glory in this city from time to time.

"Clough leaned against the seat and squirmed with his lips, murmured, "I led the team to win two European Champions Leagues, one league champion, four league cup champions, and one European Super Cup champion. They were unbeaten forty-two consecutive games... What do you think of such a result?"

Tang En replied: "Great."

"Then I lost three of my six games, setting the second worst coaching score in club history, and was dismissed forty-four days later. So what do you think of this score?"

"Uh..." Tang En didn't know how to answer this question.

"Now, few people mention the past when I coached at Leeds United..." The old man sighed. Perhaps it was a few shortcomings in his coaching career. "Let's go home, Nigel."

From beginning to end, the old man did not open his eyes.

Tang En said goodbye to the two and got out of the car.

Then he stood by the side of the road and watched the white Ford disappear at the end of the boulevard. The wind brought up moved his hair and clothes. He thought... he no longer had to wonder about the purpose of his boss taking him to the coaching association cocktail party.

Because he already had the answer in his mind.

No matter what my last choice is, I still want to thank you, boss. This is the second time you have helped me...
Chapter completed!