Donne off the court was worried about Wood's fate, and Wood himself was worried about him.

He is not a blind man or a fool. He saw Tony Tangen suddenly appear on the sidelines and knew that this was a good opportunity to show himself. His teammates around him were trying hard to show himself, and he was not willing to let him down. But...

No one is willing to pass the ball to himself, because if it is passed to him, it will only make the team perform poorly overall and no one will get the chance to perform. These players... can usually make jokes together, but at this time, who is not just considering it for themselves? There is no way, this is the cruelty of professional football. If you don’t have the strength, don’t complain that others don’t give opportunities!

Seeing his teammates pressing more and more, while his center is playing further and further away from the goal, Wood wondered if his performance ended here? Take off his red jersey and go back to work as a porter. That job doesn't require any skills. He can do it as long as he has the strength. It is the best suit for him, a silly man with no education.

But when he thinks of his favorite mother at home, he is unwilling to admit defeat.

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The kid is playing more and more backwards... Tang En shook his head gently. If the forward is forty meters away from the goal, what threats are there? How can this silly kid shoot if he doesn't rush into the penalty area? How can he show convincing ability without shooting? I know that for you who have just been in football for two months, it's too high... But even just one ball can save your career, bastard! Even if you score with your hands, it's fine, as long as you do it, the referee can't see it!

Tang En looked down at his watch and calculated slightly in his mind. There was less than five minutes before the end of the game. Looking at Wood's situation, there seemed to be nothing to look forward to.

He got up from his seat and planned to leave early. He couldn't say to Wood, "Don't waste time here." The best way is to escape from here.

Chris Lack looked up at Donn: "Don't you look, Tony?"

Tang En shook his head in disappointment and said nothing. Then he turned around and walked towards the player corridor.

At this time, Nottingham Forest finally got a corner kick through continuous attacks. Almost everyone except the goalkeeper rushed into the opponent's penalty area. He planned to score a goal and leave a good impression on the first team head coach.

Only George Wood stood silly between the top of the penalty area and the center circle. Although he was 1.85 meters tall, he did not expect to head the ball to compete for the top.

The ball was driven out, and no Forest player won the ball. The football was pushed out by West Ham players and flew directly to the right side of the stadium.

A West Ham player wearing a No. 8 jersey beautifully stopped the football and turned around and raided!

The few Forest fans in the stands booed. At this time, the Forest's backcourt was empty and there was no one else except the goalkeeper.

"Damn!" Chris Lak cursed.

Don Eun turned around and wanted to see what was happening on the court when he heard the fans booing.

Then he saw West Ham's No. 8 dribbling the ball quickly, but all the players of the Forest team were staring blankly in the frontcourt, with no intention of returning to defense at all. Maybe they themselves felt that they could not catch up at all...

But someone appeared in his sight.

George Wood!

"Where did this bastard come out?" The head coach of the West Ham youth team did not expect that there would be a defensive player from the Forest team.

He chased the West Ham player who was dribbling the ball in a diagonal line, and the speed of the pursuit was surprising! Looking at his running figure, Tang En suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen it there...

The distance between Wood and the opponent's player was shortened by a huge margin in an instant.

"Oh my God..." the assistant coach next to Chris Lack exclaimed, "He is so fast!"

"What's the use of being fast?" Chris Lack replied subconsciously, "He is not a damn defensive player! He has never practiced fucking defense..."

Before he finished speaking, George was running at high speed and flew forward, head behind and feet in front. Then, with the momentum, he stomped on the opponent's feet of the player who was driving the ball! The West Ham player who was driving the ball was kicked away by Wood and flew directly out of the sideline, and the football also rolled out.

"God!"

"That's a fucking hell!"

The head coaches of the two teams exclaimed at the same time. Because in the empty court, they all heard a crisp sound clearly, which should be the sound of a broken bone...

The West Ham player who was kicked off the court never got up again. He held his right leg and rolled back and forth on the ground. The West Ham team doctor had already rushed over.

The referee on the court kept whistling, and West Ham players rushed towards the perpetrators, but they were all stopped by the Forest players, and some physical conflicts occurred between the players on both sides. This was not their concern for Wood, but in fact they were thinking about the opponent's players. Since seeing Wood knocked the tallest and strong Eddie in the team to the ground with one punch, almost in shock, and no one dared to mess with him again.

By the way, Eddie was the unlucky guy who was later sold to Nordsshire at a low price. From the League One to the League Two, the turning point of fate was that he habitually scolded a rookie who could not play football and said, "It's a bitch."

Forest players believe that George Wood, who has no performance in front of the head coach, must be in a bad mood at this time, and will be irritable if he is in a bad mood. Then these West Ham players who rushed up are just sheep in the eyes of the tigers. They don’t want to have a bloody battle on their territory.

The referee took a lot of effort to separate the players from both sides, then walked to George Wood, who had just gotten up from the ground, and raised his hand, a bright red swayed past his eyes - he was sent off.

Chris Lack covered his face and didn't want to see it anymore. Even if Don Eun didn't say it, he knew that this kid's life in Nottingham Forest was over, and it was over!

At this time, Wood had completely lost his soul. He lowered his head and walked into the locker room mechanically. He didn't care about the roar of West Ham players and coaches around him, nor did he see youth team head coach David Chris Lack shake his head in disappointment. Even when he passed by Donn, he didn't stop for even a second, and walked back with his head down.

Following the hurried past Don Eun were West Ham's team doctors and a team of stretchers, with painful West Ham No. 8 players lying on them. Their destination was not the visiting team locker room, but the nearest local hospital.

Tang En looked at the backs of the two groups of people, shook his head gently, then turned around and walked towards the home team coach's seat.

It was difficult for the court to return to normal, and Chris Lack didn't plan to make any adjustments. Anyway, when George Wood was on the court, the Forest team had only ten players. He turned around and saw Tang En walking back, and was a little surprised, but it was okay, let's have a showdown. The people brought by Tang En had to Tang En to take them away in the end.

So he also met.

Seeing Chris Lack open his mouth, Don said first: "What a mess."

Chris Lack nodded in agreement.

"We have a big grudge with West Ham, aren't we?" Tang En asked back.

Chris Lack continued to nod. That's right. The East Londoners are still obsessed with the relegation of the first team in front of them. Now the youth team has destroyed their main shooter.

"What are you going to do?"

Chris Lack said to Don without hesitation: "Tony, I think we should give up on him."

"I have the opposite of you, David." Tang En smiled, "I finally found the best position for this kid."

Chris Lack was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that this foul would change Don't think of Wood.

"It can be compared to the speed of the forward, and the body is stronger than the central defender. It runs from this penalty area to that penalty area for ninety minutes, and has a fierce shovel and grabbing... What position do you guess?"

The head coach of the youth team thought for a while and said, "Back Mid-back."

"The answer is correct!" Tang En clapped his hands happily. "It's just the back midfielder! It doesn't matter if he can't shoot. Many back midfielders may not score ten goals in their lifetime..."

"But, Tony Wood, he already..."

"David." Tang En said seriously, "Give him another chance, and also another chance. I believe in my vision. Do you know? Although it was a very immoral foul and a very failed defense, I saw from it all the qualities that a great midfielder should possess. Letting him be a forward is our mistake, and he should not bear this responsibility! Give him another chance!"

The two looked at each other, and Chris Lak lost for a long time. He left his sight and nodded, "Okay. I will let him practice defense the day after tomorrow to resume training, start from scratch!"

Done smiled: "Thank you, I'll do it from David Wood." Patting Chris Lack's shoulder, Done turned around and walked towards the home team's locker room.

Chris Lack stopped him: "Tony, why not a central defender?"

Tang En waved his hand: "That way, maybe we will give the opponent a few penalty kicks in every game."

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George Wood was taking a shower alone in the locker room. The sound of water was clattering. He stood under the spray head and let the water sprinkle on his body, motionless.

When he saw the opponent's No. 8 break through with the ball, he had only one idea at that time - to stop him. But he didn't think of fouling, but he didn't know how to do the best at that time, so he chose the simplest method... and the stupidest one. He was sent off by a red card and everything was over. He was not suitable for playing football at all. It was completely delusional to rely on professional football to make money to treat his mother and support him.

Forget it, go back to work as a porter...

Just thinking of my mother smiling at the dining table and saying, "My George is also a professional player."

He felt heartbroken and letting down his mother's trust and hope was the biggest blow to him.

Turning off the faucet, Wood walked out of the bathroom, stood in front of the closet and started dressing. At this time, he heard the door behind him ringing, but he was not interested in looking back to see who was coming in.

"The dejected little evil man, his hair is pressed against his forehead and is still dripping water, just like a fallen dog that has just been fished out of the river." Tang En leaned against the door frame and said in a mocking tone.

Wood stopped the movements in his hand, but he still did not turn around.

"Tsk tsk. Getting a red card is like the end of the world. Hey, innocent little boy, is this your virgin red card? If you don't speak, you're accusation... Should we go out for a drink together to celebrate? Oh, I remember that professional players cannot drink." Tang En seemed to be acting in a one-man show. He asked a question, but did not wait for Wood to answer. "Look at you like this now... Are you going home? Are you crying and shouting 'Mommy' to go back to have a breast..."

"Bang!" A crisp sound interrupted Tang En's words. He was startled and found that the door of the locker room next to Wood had been concave. You must know that the cabinet as a whole was made of iron...

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Tang En hummed from his nose, fully expressing his contempt for the boy's threat. "If you think you can hit me, try it. Don't think that everyone in the world is like the trash who was knocked down by you with one punch. It seems that you are in good spirits... I only ask you one question: Do you still want to continue playing football?"

Wood finally turned around, and Tang En found that the boy's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was because of his sadness, depression or anger.

"You fucking liar! You lied to me and said you could become a star, and then I lost my job to train with you! Do you want to hear my answer? My answer is - fuck you!" Wood roared angrily.

Tang En snorted: "I lied to you? Boy, I will be struck by lightning when walking. Which idiot ran to my door and said to me, 'I think you should sign the best star in England'? Who is it? Not the person standing in front of me now, right? What am I saying? 'Never underestimate professional football, otherwise it will punish you', right? Is it right? Do you think professional football is very simple, and you want to perform as good as a superstar after training for two months? What do you think this is?!" Tang En suddenly raised his voice and took out the momentum to direct the game in front of 30,000 people and shouted, "Where do you think you are now?! This is the locker room of the city stadium, this is the locker room used by the first team! The players here are all professional players. Who did not have such an opportunity after more than ten years of hard training? You are just a rookie idiot who has only been trained for two months!"

Wood was scolded by Don En so much that he couldn't repay him, but in fact he didn't know how to repay him.

"Do you think this locker room is for people like you? If it weren't for the training base to maintain the turf, some of you might not have been able to get into this room in your lifetime! Over the past 120 years, countless fools like you who are a hundred times better than you who are not sure about the situation have used it. Some of them are the best professional players, successful, and some are just unknown people who have long been forgotten. Why is there such a difference? Because the latter looks down on professional football, they don't take the job that brings them honor, money, beauty, reputation and status seriously, so professional football punishes them and makes them worthless, money, beauty, reputation and status go away overnight! Now it's your turn, boy..."

Tang En looked at Wood who was silent and his eyes were aggressive. "You were expelled from the red card, and your performance was disgusting. There was no future at all. Anyone can directly sentence you to death. You are finished, the game is over! But... have you admitted defeat? Have you given up? Have you been willing to let your mother down?! Answer me!"

Wood bit his lip tightly, his hands clenched into fists, and there was no place on his body trembling slightly.

"This game is over, and there is another game. If you lose here, you can win back in the next game. But if you quit here and run home crying like a little kid with no foreskin, then I tell you-you will never have a chance to win back what you lost! Forever!" Done stepped forward and said to him viciously almost against Wood's face.

"Now, answer me: Are you still going to play football? Do you still want to be a superstar who earns £120,000 a week?"

"Tell me... how can I do it?" Wood finally spoke again, his voice trembling.

Tang En felt relieved and his tone eased a lot: "Listen to me, go back. Go back to the training ground and train yourself according to the new position arranged by the coaches. Listen to each coach, don't talk back, don't behave like a 72-hour person. Then prove yourself again in the game, do step by step, don't be anxious, and don't quit halfway. You will succeed, I promise!"

Looking at Wood's eyes, Tang En added: "My reputation is guaranteed by the bank, boy." Then he grinned.
Chapter completed!