Chapter 11 A hot new beginning

Although there are properties in London and Manchester, Beckham still bought a luxury villa outside Nottingham. The house was bought after he signed with the Forests. After half a year of stay, he can finally start living.

The wife, children, and servants moved in, which made the originally deserted house start to get angry.

Today is August 10th, and Victoria was already busy in the sunny kitchen before Beckham got up.

After Beckham got up, he didn't jump down to the bathroom to wash up immediately. He sat on the bed and was stunned for a while.

I have been joining the Forest Team for a month and a half, and have been living in this city for more than ten days, but sometimes I am still a little dazed. Every morning I wake up and feel that I am still in Madrid.

Tomorrow is the first round of the Premier League in the new season. After four years, I have gone back again. I really don’t know how to describe this feeling.

Beckham stroked his face with his hands and rubbed it. He heard Victoria's scream downstairs, so he jumped off the wide bed and went to wash in his pajamas.

Anyway, he is not a Real Madrid player or a Manchester United player now, but a Nottingham Forest player.

In the past four years since he left, there have been many changes in the Premier League. Who would have thought that Nottingham Forest would suddenly rise in 2003? At that time, the Forest team was still struggling in the First League (now the English Champions League), and no one knew about Tony Donn's name. Manchester United also changed things, Van Nisstrui left, Roy Keane left, Bart left, and Phil Neville left. In the 1992 class, only Giggs and Gary Neville were still in Manchester United. What about the others? They were all scattered among the teams in the Premier League. He inevitably had to compete with his former good friends on the field in the new season. The match with Manchester United is even more inevitable.

If it's okay at the city stadium, if you go back to Old Trafford, what will the fans there treat themselves?

Maybe I should ask Luther, he has returned to Old Trafford on behalf of the Forest team, and he must have relevant experience...

Tang En asked Shania to lie in her ear and scream and wake her up. He patted Shania's head, as if she was shooting an alarm clock. Shania was indeed obedient and stopped calling.

"This alarm clock is quite smart..." Tang En muttered and sat up from the bed. He didn't have the habit of sleeping in pajamas, and he never wore only a pair of underwear. However, because he had lived with Shania for a long time, both parties got used to it. Tang En sat on the bed with his upper body naked, Shania wouldn't feel embarrassed.

"Get up quickly, I've made you a Brazilian breakfast!" Seeing that Shania had achieved her goal, she jumped out.

Tang En only wore a pair of underwear to wash up in the bathroom upstairs, then put on his clothes before going downstairs. The newspaper was not placed on the table. Instead, it was placed on the sofa on one side.

Shania hates Tang En reading newspapers when she was having dinner, and her father was so like that, she always complained that this was a common problem for men. So as long as she was in Nottingham, she would take the opportunity to get up early to make breakfast for Tang En, and put the newspaper on the sofa. Then supervise it while eating.

It must be pointed out that Shaniya's cooking skills have not improved at all. In the past, Don En said that she was not delicious in cooking, but she also said that it was because the British food was not very good. Today's Brazilian breakfast tastes special. What has improved is Don En's stomach and intestines' ability to withstand it - now he no longer finds it unpalatable, at most it tastes a bit strange...

Since Shania volunteered to make breakfast for Tang En, there has been one more reason for Tang En to read the newspaper on the dining table - distracting the attention.

Now this trick is not working, and Xianya is very strict. And Tang En also knows that reading during meals is not a good habit. This is something he has repeatedly educated by his parents at home when he was a child, just like "washing hands before and after meals".

"Have you not been working for this period of time?" Since you don't let the newspapers be distracted, just chat with Xianya.

Shania shook her head: "I'll push it even if I have it."

"Oh, I've started to learn to be a big shot at such a young age." Tang En smiled.

"I don't have enough money to walk on the show now and I don't have to worry about food and clothing within a year." Xianya gently tapped the coffee cup in front of her with a spoon. "After signing endorsements with a large company, I naturally won't participate in many small places without any related show."

"I'm going to Liverpool in the morning. I don't have time to accompany you. What should you do?"

"I'll go to Liverpool too!" Shania raised her hand and scared Don Eun.

"Don't think about it. I won't go with you. I'll ask Mr. Fasar to accompany me, go shopping and travel... to watch the game by the way! In addition, I also decided. As long as I don't have a job, I will watch the game on the spot in your away game!"

Tang En was even more frightened.

Shania is not an ordinary little girl, she is a supermodel that is popular all over Europe. Her print advertisements have frequently appeared in the most prosperous commercial areas of big cities, and her TV advertisements have also been broadcast on major TV stations. Even ordinary people who don’t know the fashion industry have seen her face. People like this follow his team and run around... Are the happiest media? The most developed thing in England is not their Super League, but the omnipresent paparazzi

He wanted to say "No". But then he thought about it, Xianya was still a child after all. She had given up all the hobbies a child should have for the job of modeling over the years. Her childhood was spent in various training rooms. Now she is rich and has a status, so she no longer has to run around like a dog for her livelihood. So what's wrong with playing? Just treat it as compensation for her childhood...

"Uh... then you have to pay attention to those paparazzi." Don reminded. "The English media is not like other countries."

Shania's eyes rolled, then bit the teaspoon, and nodded happily: "Don't worry, Uncle Tony. I have a lot of experience."

Tang En continued to eat with confidence. After taking a few bites, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Shania and said, "Be careful."

Shania was stunned at first. Then she smiled and nodded.

"George, what time is the team gathering?" Sophia asked by the way, tidying up the tableware she had just used in the kitchen.

Wood packed his backpack in his room, heard his mother's voice, and poked his head out and replied, "Third to 10:30."

The bright sunlight outside the window shone in and sprinkled on George's hands and backpack, which was a little hot.

When he walked out of the bedroom with his backpack, his mother heard footsteps coming out of the kitchen. “Are you leaving now? George?”

Wood looked at the fine sweat beads on his mother's head, and then placed his backpack on the floor, "No, there's no hurry, mom."

He walked through Sophia, went straight to the kitchen, and began to take over the work that his mother had not finished.

"Hey, put it down. I'll do it." Sophia quickly turned around and tried to grab the plate from Wood's hand.

Wood didn't listen to his mother's words. He used his generous back to block Sophia, protecting the plate in his hand and the dishwasher in front of him like a ball guarding the ball on the court.

Sophia knew that she couldn't persuade the stubborn Wood, and was also very happy to see her son helping her with housework.

She stood aside and helped Wood.

"George.  "

"Um?"

"Tell me honestly, do you have a girlfriend? A big star like you. It must be very popular, right?" Sophia said with a smile.

But Wood shook his head firmly: "No, mom."

"Let's find a good girl, George. Young people are a good time to fall in love."

Unexpectedly, Wood shook his head again: "I don't want to find..."

"Why?" Sophia was a little surprised.

"It's good to have a mother."

Sophia laughed in silence: "Silly child, your girlfriend will become your wife in the future and stay with you for the rest of her life. Can mom?"

Wood was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Before that..., I'll just accompany my mother."

After hearing this answer, what else can Sophia say besides smiling? She has lived with her mother for a long time. She knew that George had an Oedipus complex, which was the result of the mother and son depend on each other. She didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. The mother and son had a deep relationship, but she couldn't live with Wood for the rest of her life. He had to find a girlfriend, even if he didn't get married, he had to understand what love was...

There was a saying she kept in her heart and didn't dare to say it. Because every time she mentioned "death", George would be furious. He glared at his mother and refused to say this word.

But it is true that my mother's health is not good. Even if a forest club pays for surgery, if her body is broken, it will be broken. It is not like a machine. If she changes parts and polishes it, it will be intact. Once my mother dies, what should I do if you are alone, George?

She gently hugged Wood from behind and leaned her face against Wood's generous and strong back.

"George, George, my stupid kid..." she murmured in a low voice.

"Garre, what are you still rushing!"

Outside the gate of an ordinary red tiled house, a short and fat middle-aged man stood in the bright and dazzling sunshine. He had just looked up to the upstairs and shouted, now he was looking at the watch frequently impatiently.

"You started packing your backpack half an hour ago, and haven't gone downstairs yet! What's there? Atomic bomb? Carbine? Or a lot of Oasis' CDs?"

"Here's here!"

Just as the short and fat man was chattering, the footsteps of downstairs sounded from inside the house.

"Goodbye, mom."

"Goodbye, son."

The sound of kissing.

The door in front of the short fat man was opened, and a tall young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks poked his head out from inside. The short fat man standing by the door grabbed his backpack, pulled him out, and then pulled his backpack open without saying a word.

"Oh, damn..." he moaned, "Sunscreen, hairspray, mirror, comb... Why don't you bring a pack of sanitary napkins? You are..." The fat man looked up and saw his son's face. Then he grabbed the sunglasses on his son's face in anger.

"You are a professional player, not a novice! Look at your hair, it's as hard as a steel needle. Are you planning to murder the opponent's player on the court? How much hair spray have you applied?" He reached out to dig his son's hair, but let his son dodge his agility.

"Hey, Dad. It took me a long time to get my hairstyle done!" The little monkey Gareth Bell shouted dissatisfied.

"Are you doing this for an hour?" The man's voice was filled with anger.

"You just said it was half an hour..." Bell protested carefully.

"Shut up!" The short fat man took out his majesty as a father. He glared at his son fiercely. "Don't think that if you win the European championship now, you can talk back in front of me! Let me tell you, even if you win the world championship, you will still be my son!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Bell nodded honestly.

"How many times have I told you? You are a professional player, and you should focus on how to train and improve your abilities, rather than dressing up... Look at what you are now, everyone will think that you are a star chaser who admires a little white-faced star. Who would think you are a football player? People's energy is limited. When you put too much energy on your appearance, you will not have enough energy in training and competitions, how big are you

?The road ahead is still long? Don’t you admire George the most? Look at him, when did you care about your appearance so much? He is always the hardest one, you have to learn from him..." Bell’s father started to talk about it first and forthcoming again. His lips flew up and down, like a Gatling machine gun. The saliva flew across Bell, making him roll his eyelids up with some concern. He was afraid that his father’s saliva would spit on his hair.

His action caused his father to "bombardment" even more violently. "What are you doing? Why are you rolling your eyes? Are you dissatisfied with my statement? Why do you think we gave up our home in Cardiff and moved to Nottingham? It's not for you, Bell! Why do you do with your head down? Lift up and look in my eyes!"

Bale was a little helpless, and he raised his head and said to his father, "Dad. If you continue to say this, we will have to drive to Liverpool by ourselves."

At the same time, my mother's voice also rang inside: "Dear, have you not left yet?"

"Ah..." The fat man reacted. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The time had indeed been delayed for a long time. But who did it delayed? He glared at his son and walked towards the car parked by the road. "You spent an hour to get this hairstyle. It only takes thirty seconds on the court to be so messy that you can't even recognize yourself..."

"It's half an hour, dad..."

"Shut up! Get in the car!" The fat man patted the car door hard, "If you are replaced halfway through because of poor performance, be careful when you come back, I will deal with you!"

"Dad, the starting list has not been announced..." Bell opened the car door and stepped in. Then he reminded.

"Shut up! My son will definitely start! Gareth Bale is a genius! That Italian can't adapt to the rhythm and weather here, as well as food. I promise you that he will go home after a season!"

"But there is Layton..."

"Well, he is a good boy, but in terms of talent... it is a little worse than you!" The father turned around and grinned at Bell, then turned back and started the car.

"Fit your seat belt, son. We're in a hurry!"
To be continued...