The huge noise stimulates the nerves in the brain, and the large decibels can cause deafness. A dazzling white light shot into the eyes, making the temples bulging and painful.

Tang En couldn't help but squint his eyes, but the white light did not disappear, but spread to the whole world.

What the hell is going on? Will I be able to play in rock?

Tang En cursed and opened his eyes, but what rushed into his eyes was a big scary face. A face covered with sweat black, and the heat emitted from the two black holes under his wide nose seemed to have touched his face. The white teeth in his cracked mouth were as frightening as wild animals, and of course the bad breath that ejaculated from it.

Next was a fierce, frontal collision. Tang En felt as if he had been hit by a heavy punch and fell backwards.

Crash! They smashed over a box of water bottles placed behind them. The weight of the two people pressed on the poor plastic bottles, and they were overwhelmed and broke down. White water splashed out, and even a column of water shot out from the mouth of a bottle, directly onto the face of the "pool fish" behind them. The other "pool fish" seemed to be frightened sparrows soaring into the sky.

"Damn it!"

"That's a fucking hell!"

"What's going on?!"

"Team doctor, team doctor!"

"How did you kick?"

"I was pushed by that damn No. 14...I didn't mean it..."

Tang En lay on the ground, staring blankly at the strange faces surrounding him. Some of them looked anxious, some were gloating, and some were covered with their faces and could not see their expressions. The surroundings were still noisy, but the huge noise just now had changed tone, with boos and laughter in it.

Where is this? Who are they? What's going on?

"Oh! Wait, let's see what happened on the sidelines?" The live broadcast commentator suddenly became excited. He stood up and leaned forward from the top stand and looked down. "The main striker of the Forest team, David Johnson, was hit into the sidelines coach's seat during a fight with the opponent's players. Poor Coach Tony Don was standing on the sidelines to command the game... Oh! Look at the tragic situation on the ground, this was really a collision between Mars and Earth! This is much more interesting than a dull game!"

Tang En lay on the ground, his light gray suit was soaked, wrinkled with grass clippings and mud, and looked like a newly used rag.

A man with a big nose, black beard and slightly like Super Mario appeared in his sight. He quickly took out white gloves from the back-colored leather bag he carried with him and put them on, and then began to check Don't's body.

"Is there any obvious pain in the ribs?" He pressed his hands on Tang En's chest and pressed it down hard. "Just, there are some bruises, are your teeth loose?" He spread Tang En's mouth and tilted his head to observe. Although he was asking questions constantly on his mouth, he obviously did not expect him to get an answer. These were just his habitual self-talk. "Then... eyes." He landed his eyes on Tang En's eyes, and he found a problem: Tang En's eyes had never been turned, his eyelids had never blinked once, and his expression was dull, he did not frown or shouted pain, and he was silent like a dead person...

dead!

Hell, he seemed to be on the back of his head!

"Hey, Tony, Tony? Can you hear me?" He reached out and shook his hand in front of Tang En's eyes, his tone obviously much more anxious than before.

Tang En's eyes finally turned, and he turned his attention to this person's face, strange, but a little familiar...

"The referee blew a whistle and paused the game, and he ran to the sidelines... I explained the football game for thirty-one years, and this is the first time I saw the head coach being hit by his own player! I bet Coach Tony Donn will definitely become a news figure, although he himself may not like to be famous in this way..." BBC commentator John`Motson continued his chatter. "The Forests are really unlucky. The team is behind two goals, and now their acting head coach Tony Donn is hit by his own player again. You know, this is their home court! In their home court!"

At the same time, the TV screen began to repeatedly play the scene. David Johnson was pushed hard by the opponent in a fierce fight with the opponent No. 14, and then the big black man rushed towards Tony Done who was standing on the sidelines. But strangely, Done could have avoided it. He had enough time, but at this moment he stood on the sidelines like a puppet, watching his players crash into him. Then the commentator couldn't help but squint, turned his head, and grinned and said, "Oh, God!"

The players of the Forest team were anxiously surrounded by the coach's seat. The crowd was naturally Donne lying on the ground, and the black forward David Johnson, who made a mistake, knelt on the ground and kept praying. If his coach had any problems, he would become the first player to kill his head coach on the court.

Unlike the nervousness of the Forest players, most of their opponents stand in the stadium, holding their arms to watch the show. There are also curious people who take on the responsibility of being a spy in the team, keep running to watch the fun, and then run back to share the situation in the crowd with their teammates.

The Forest fans in the stands did not seem to be worried about the life and death of their head coach. They were taking this opportunity to curse their team's poor performance. Various words starting with "F" or "S" burst out from their mouths, and countless high-rise middle fingers set off the "0:2" on the big screen.

Forest team doctor Gary`Fleming is still doing his best. He saw Tony's eyes move, but why didn't he react again?

He patted Tony Donn's face, but still no response. The team's acting head coach was lying on the ground like a wax figure, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes widened, as if he had seen something surprising.

The blue sky, white clouds like cotton candy, faces with different skin colors and expressions, and noisy environment, all of this is very familiar, but it is so strange, as if it is thousands of miles away from me.

What the hell is going on?!

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The referee signaled the team doctor to take care of it himself. He could not stop the game endlessly due to the injury incident outside the court. He whistled the players and let the players return to the court, and the game had to continue, although the players of the Forest team were no longer interested in fighting.

"But he may even be in danger of his life!" Fleming was very angry at the referee's indifference. He pointed at Tang En, who was still lying on the ground, and shouted at the referee.

"Then call an ambulance, I'm just the referee!" The referee pushed back without any weakness. "And, he didn't seem to be as dangerous as you said." He pointed behind Fleming, and ran back to the court.

Fleming turned around and saw Done standing up slowly while touching the back of his head, he hurriedly went up to support him. "How do you feel, Tony?"

Tang En asked in a daze: "Where is this?"

Fleming turned around and cursed, saying that he had been so unlucky recently. "Des, Des, come here!" He waved to let a blonde man come over on the coaching table.

The man named "Des" ran over. "How about Tony?" he asked in a low voice.

"Oh no. He even asked me where is this?"

Des' reaction was exactly the same as Fleming just now, and he also turned his head and cursed.

"I suspect this is the result of a collision with the back of his head just now."

"Is the situation bad, Gary?" Des bit his lip with a serious face.

"I don't know, maybe it's good, maybe it's bad." Fleming shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

"He only has a brief memory loss in good condition, and he will recover after a break. In bad condition... do you still need me to say?"

Des waved his hand and signaled him to understand. "Then what should you do now? Will you take him to the hospital? But the game is still going on now, and we are behind, so he needs to direct the game..." As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Tony Tangen next to him, but he was surprised to find that Tangen was slowly moving towards the player's passage alone.

"Hey!" Des quickly threw Fleming down and ran forward to grab his colleague. "Tony, where are you going?" In the noisy environment, Des' yelling with teeth and claws actually had the effect of "whispering".

Tang En turned around and looked at Des in a daze. This look made Des feel heartbroken. Now the afterglow of the setting sun above their heads was brilliant, but he could not see any brilliance in the pair of eyes.

"Tony, where are you going?" Des repeated.

"I...I don't know, maybe...I'm going home..." Tang En murmured, trying to break free from Des's hand.

Fleming also ran over from the side: "Tony, you can't go home now. We are playing, you are the head coach, you have to command the team!"

The pulling of the three people at the entrance of the passage attracted the attention of the two teams' benches and stands, and even the players on the court would glance at the place from time to time.

Tang En suddenly laughed: "I am a coach?" This is ridiculous. How could I be a coach... Although I am a fan and often play football manager games, how could I be a coach? This must be a dream, or a damn nightmare! "Okay... OK, you are..." He looked at Des and said.

Fleming said next to him as the two who first met: "He is Des`Walker. He is Des`Walker. He is a former England international and a central defender who only retired from the team last season. Now he is your colleague and your assistant."

Donn nodded, and then said to Des: "Okay, now you command the game on my behalf, I'm going to rest." After that, he broke away from Des's hand and walked into the passage without caring about the huge booing behind him and two stunned people.

Fleming looked at Donn's back and then at Des Walker.

Walker sighed heavily and turned around and walked back. "This game can't be played!"

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Tang En sat in the passage, leaning against the wall, looking blankly at the surrounding environment. On the white wall opposite him was a huge sign, with three wavy curves below the big red "mushroom", and the lower part was an English word: Forest.

Where am I? What the hell is going? I just drank a little too much wine, then fought with two bastards and was attacked. Then... How could I come here? Look at the people outside with high nose bridges and blue eyes talking on birds, am I dreaming? Or watch a movie?

Tang En touched the back of his head, and there was still a vague pain there.

Damn it, sneak attack me and hit me behind me!

He grinned and cursed.

He was originally a fan, and he liked to drink some wine for nothing, and watched games in crowded places, such as bars... Recently, the team he liked has not won continuously, either draw or lose. He was in a bad mood and was excited by two opposing fans. He was drunk and angry, and both sides took action. He fought against two without fear. Helplessly, the other party was foolish, one attracted his attention in front, and the other secretly walked around behind him and gave him a slap.

Then he opened his eyes and found himself in a noisy environment, and was knocked to the ground by a black man. Others said things he couldn't understand - he could understand every word and every word they said, but he just couldn't understand what they mean. He felt that his brain seemed to be torn apart and split into two parts, part of which was familiar with the environment, and the other part was at a loss and anxious.

"What's my name?" he murmured to himself, but suddenly covered his mouth. It was not until this time that he realized that what he had been talking about was birds' songs - English.

"Damn it, what happened?" This time it became his hometown dialect again.

Tang En was going crazy, and he found that there seemed to be two completely different thinking in his mind. Sometimes he made him believe that he was an Englishman named "Tony`Twain", and sometimes he thought he was a Sichuan man named "Tang`En".

He finally calmed down his hot mind a little. He closed his eyes and searched carefully. Then he found that he was in the stadium, City`Ground. The game that was playing outside was an ordinary English League One game, with Nottingham`Forest, whom he represented, against Walsall.

Tang En, who finally understood where he was, was stunned again. This was so incredible that his brain stopped responding after overload operations. He collapsed in the player channel, opposite the Nottingham Forest's emblem, and a huge boo sounded outside. All of this seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

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"...The above is what happened this afternoon at the City Stadium. Forests' acting head coach Tony Donn was knocked down by his players on the sidelines, and then seemed to be in a brief coma. When he got up, he walked straight into the player passage. Des Walker commanded the remaining game on his behalf and attended the press conference. But at the press conference, Coach Walker refused to disclose all the news about Coach Tony Donn."

Where is Tang En at this time?

He is competing with the mirror at his home.

Compared with the bright lights and laughter of the neighbors around, Coach Tony Tangen's house was as gloomy as an ancient ghost castle. At 8 o'clock in the evening, it was still dark and there was no light on. With the faint light of the street light outside, Tangen stood in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. A middle-aged ghost with a tall nose bridge, deep eye sockets, blue eyeballs, and slightly curvy brown hair.

In fact, Tang En from Sichuan, China is only 26 years old. At this moment, the people in the mirror even have head-up patterns! Thirty-four years old! This is the age of Tony Tang En. Before that, Tang En was forced to accept another fact: it is not the time when he fought with others, but in 2003, January 1, 2003. The price of letting him accept this fact is that he was torn into pieces with the New Year calendar printed with the family portrait of Nottingham Forest in the 202-03 season.

Not only did he bent over to an Englishman for no reason, he also traveled forward for four years and three months!

Although he never thought that he was very handsome and could attract the favor of many women. At least he had seen that face for twenty-six years and was not bored. Now he suddenly wanted to accept another self and another face, and he felt irritated.

"Who is this doggyman?" He roared at the mirror, then smashed the mirror with one punch. The self in the mirror suddenly became countless, and the fragments fell to the ground and made a sensational sound. Countless faces looked at Tang En, as if mocking him.

Tang En felt a little dizzy, so he took a step back and leaned against the smooth wall, gasping heavily.

Why is it yourself?

Tang En, who had been quietly staying silent for a few minutes in the dark, gradually calmed down. He decided not to think about such complicated issues. He had a habit in China, and once he encountered something unpleasant, he would go to find a place to drink. The bars in Chengdu were everywhere, and maybe he could also find a one-night stand or something. In his heart, he habitually regarded Nottingham as Chengdu and decided to go out and find a bar to drink to drown his sorrows. He didn't care what his identity was now.

After taking a look at the hazy sky outside, he put on a thick windbreaker and walked out of the door.

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"I lost 0:3 to weak team Walsal at home. Forest team has indeed been unfavorable recently. Paul Hart, who was highly anticipated, did not bring good results to the team. After the last round of the game, he submitted a resignation application to the team chairman Nigel`Doughty and quickly approved it. Today is their acting coach Tony Donn coaches the first team for the first time. Unexpectedly, he was hit by his own person on the sidelines. Let's take a look at the video again. He seemed to be frightened and forgot to dodge..."

Today's sports news is being played in the TV fixed on the elevated, with the focus naturally on everything that happened on the sidelines of the Nottingham Forests.

A boo sounded in the noisy bar.
To be continued...