"Yo, can't stand it anymore?" Tang En asked back, "I feel pity? Is it pity for the fragrance and jade?"

Tang is not as good as his opponent in terms of verbal skills. He chose to remain silent.

"Hey, Tang. You should consider love too, right?"

Tang continued to remain silent.

"I will assume that you don't say anything. But it's nothing. As the saying goes, which girl doesn't care about spring, which boy doesn't think about spring... Although you are already past the age of a boy..."

"I'm leaving too." Tang made a move and was about to leave, and Tang En hurriedly grabbed him.

"Okay, okay. I won't say anything if I'm not happy. But I really don't hold her grudge. But every time I see her proud face, I really want to say a few words to her, so that she can't be arrogant in front of me... Hello, Tang.

Do you think I am a very dark person?”

"What's the use of telling me? Tell her to go..."

Tang En smiled at Tang.

Tang also noticed that he was a little out of control. He coughed and stopped talking.

"Actually, that woman... is quite attractive to her in a bad manner..." Tang En touched her chin and smacked her lips.

"The second half of the game has begun." Tang reminded coldly.

Both of them no longer talk about these unnutritional topics and focus on the competition.

George Wood was indeed pushed to the front of the midfield in the second half, basically equivalent to a midfielder.

McPalland didn't let him defend. He was still a little uncomfortable in that position. He didn't know what he should do and how to do it.

Many times he couldn't help but retreat to participate in the defense, but he was soon shouted at by McPalland.

After more than ten minutes of unacceptable period, George Wood finally found that he had nothing but to do except participate in the offense.

So, Don Eun was so happy that he saw Wood trying to pass the ball to his teammates in front in the stands. Although the first kick was intercepted by the opponent in the middle because of the obvious intention of passing the ball, this was a good phenomenon.

McPalland shouted on the sidelines again, making Wood's pass more concealed. The second time, Wood sent the football accurately to the forward's feet. A straight pass, directly tearing through the defense line!

Unfortunately, such a good pass was wasted by his teammates.

Don Eun looked down as if Wood had shot the ball away.

"He has the ability to pass the ball forward." Tang said from the side.

Tang En nodded: "You have noticed it too? His two assists last season were like this kind of sudden forward pass in the middle. I think he would be very uncomfortable if he went to the wing.

Some people are naturally suitable for development on the sidelines, while others must put them in a wider space to have freedom.

George is the latter... Demi said it was right. This kid had offensive talent, but he was hiding too deeply. Not only us, but he didn't even know it himself."

In the following game, Wood passed more and more forwards, but due to the dense number of people in the middle and the obvious intention to pass the ball, his success rate was not high.

But Tang En didn't care about this. He saw that Wood dared to pass the ball forward actively. If this kid himself did not have this confidence, don't expect him to realize his potential. It would be a good thing to have such an idea.

This is what Don En wants to see the most. He didn't expect to see Wood perform like Pirlo and Redondo today to direct the team's game rhythm and handle it with ease.

Before the game ended, Tang En and Tang left. After seeing what they wanted to see, there was still a fierce battle waiting for them tomorrow.

"George!" McPalland called Wood. "Good job!" He gave the first team captain.

Wood was not so satisfied with his performance, he frowned: "I don't think it's so good..."

"As long as you are willing to move forward, this is progress, George." Wood is the representative of the team's youth training level, and coaches at all levels care about this talented player.

"Roma is not built in one day. Our future midfielder is not something that can be formed in just one game." McPalland proudly patted Wood's thick shoulders.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this shoulder is carrying the glorious future of Nottingham Forest.

Just like AC Milan has Maldini, Real Madrid has Raul Gonzalez, Barcelona has Messi, Liverpool has Gerrard, I hope the future Nottingham Forest can be proud of George Wood.

You are our banner, George.
Chapter completed!