Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the silver-gray Ford rushed out like a wild horse.

Tang En stood beside the red bus wearing sunglasses and his hands were covered with his hands. Such dazzling sunshine made him look confident and wear sunglasses. No one would complain in his heart that he was "pretending to be cool".

Chris Lack counted the number of people in front of the car door sweating profusely. Tang got in the car early and blew the air conditioner and ignored the matter outside.

Since Tang Sheng became the assistant coach of the first team, Chris Lack has been responsible for handling all kinds of trivial matters and caring about the lives of the players; collecting information on each player's performance in the game; telling the players how many yellow cards they have, and they may be suspended next game; supervising the team's situation during training... It is also his scope of responsibility to gather the team to count the number of people.

Tang's work is relatively simple - he is responsible for telling the players one-on-one tactics and tasks of this game.

"It's just George Wood and Gareth Bale." Chris Lack counted twice, then turned his head to Don behind him and said.

Tang En said nothing, just nodded, and then the two continued to wait in the sun.

Soon, Wood appeared in front of him, carrying his bag and running. After seeing the bus and two people standing outside the door, he accelerated his pace and became faster and faster, as if he ran to the last sprint moment with a length of 10,000 meters. This is also his special way of warming up.

Wood rushed to the two coaches with a gust of wind and stopped. Tang En looked at him and his T-shirt was already wet. "Do you have any clean clothes in your bag?" he asked.

Wood nodded.  There is another thing to change after the game.

"Take it off and replace it." Tang En pointed at his wet T-shirt.

Wood obediently took off his clothes, revealing his strong and strong muscles, took out his clean T-shirt from his backpack as if no one was around in public, and then changed it.

"Very good. Be careful of a cold. Go up now." Tang En pointed to the car door.

After getting on the bus, Wood greeted his teammates and sat in his seat.

Donn and Chris Lack continue to wait for the last person - Gareth Bell.

The sun was as hot as the morning of mid-August, and the roasted people were a little irritable. But the two coaches stood on the sun ground under the car, with no expression of impatientness on their faces.

A harsh brake sound and a motor roar came from the front of the road, and then a silver-gray Ford shone with a dazzling light in the sunlight, rushing into everyone's vision with a wonderful "drift". Chris Lack, who was not wearing sunglasses, was shaken for a moment and couldn't help but squint.

Tang En next to him whistled: "What a father who loves to show off."

Bell doesn't have his own car. He comes to the training base for training, and his father is always driven by him. Everyone is familiar with these two silver-gray Fords.

The sedan used a beautiful tail-shaking in front of the bus before stopping. Before the door opened, Bell's father's voice came out: "Look. We are not late! I told you to believe in your father's skills. Your father was a kart driver at the time, but he didn't become an F1 driver because he chased your mother... That was really a loss in the F1 car world and Michael Schumacher's luck!"

Hearing this, Donn and Chris Lack couldn't help laughing. They still remember the scene when the fat man brought his son to Nottingham Forest to sign a contract. This fat man was so loving and confident, and they had long been used to it. Four years ago, and four years later, and it is estimated that he will still be the case for a few more than four years.

Bell "rolled" out of the car, his legs became weak. He almost stopped.

"Dad, if I don't perform well, it must be because I'm riding your speed car...I'm going to vomit..."

The players gathered near the car doors were hilarious.

Only then did Bell notice that everyone was coming and rushed over.

"Boss..." He greeted him carefully, for fear that the boss would punish him, and it seemed that he was late.

Tang En nodded, not trying to punish him. “Get into the car.”

Bell breathed a sigh of relief.         Tang's devilish voice sounded again: "Your starter is gone, little monkey."

The teammates watching the fun next to him saw Bell's surprised expression. Haha burst into laughter.

Amid the cheers of his teammates, Bell got into the car with a frown.

Chris Lack followed and jumped into the car, while Don was stopped by the enthusiastic Daddy Bell: "Hey, Tony."

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Bell?" Tangen turned to look at him.

The short and fat man moved to Tang En, and then whispered in his ear: "Give him a chance, Tony. He wasn't deliberately late, it was because I lost my temper at him and wasted my time. I blamed me for this..."

Tang En interrupted him with a smile: "If you perform well, you will have a chance. Mr. Bell."

This answer cannot satisfy Old Belle. He did not dare to express his dissatisfaction in person, so he had to mutter: "What else can you do if you don't let him play?"

Done patted his shoulder and smiled, "Wait for the TV at home, Mr. Bell." Then he turned and jumped into the car, and the door slowly closed behind him.

"Guys." Looking at the players who have returned to their respective seats, Don raised his arms, "This is the first game of the new season. We are going to Liverpool with the title of European champion..." He glanced and waved his hand. "Don't mess it up for me!"

The Domestic Flood is the hottest day of the year, and in mid-August it is the "last Domestic Flood" among the Domestic Floods. Today, England is shining with sunshine, from Newcastle to Southampton to the north, with a scorching sun. Under the scorching sun, the images on the road ahead are even a little weak.

In such weather, the red bus from Nottingham Forest slowly drove out of the gate of the Wilford training base and headed northwest.

The hot summer is not over yet, and the hot new season has begun.

Remark:

Nottingham Forest's team roster for the new season (26 people):

Goalkeepers: Van der Sar (1), Igor Akinfeyev (12), Dell Roberts (25).

Defenders: Leiden Barnes (22), Gareth Bale (2), Pascal Zimbonda (3), Sun Jihai (21), Herad Pique (5), Vicente Kompani (33), Pepe (6), Wes Morgan (30), Robert Ayala (4), Rafinia (14), Grosso (28).

Midfielders: George Wood (13), Martin Petrov (8), Raphael Van der Fatt (23), Chris Commons (20), Allen Lennon (17), Frank Ribery (7), Stephen Sidwell (26), David Beckham (24).
Chapter completed!