What if you don’t have talent, then you can work hard? Amateur fans who have become monks halfway also want to hope to become professional players? Don’t joke! If it’s so easy, it can be successful. There will not be so many ordinary people in this world who rely on illusory things to satisfy themselves! What can persevere? What can you never give up? Attitude determines everything? Bullshit! It’s been seven months, what have I gained after working hard for seven months?!

Endless criticism and distrustful gazes of people around you!

Forget it, go back. Let go of all unrealistic thoughts, study hard, and improve every day.

He clenched his hands and grabbed two handfuls of mud tightly.

But...but I'm so unwilling to accept it...

While Tang was still shaking his head secretly for Chen Jian's bad performance, he saw an umbrella swaying around his feet.

Then he heard Chris Lark scream in surprise: "Tony!"

When he looked up, he happened to see Tony Donn strode into the back of the court. The umbrella was thrown to the ground by him, and some rain had been collected from the umbrella.

The coach responsible for being the referee saw Tony Tangen suddenly walked into the court, quickly blew a timeout and ran towards Tangen. And on the way Tangen walked forward, the players were all avoiding this dark-faced leader.

Tang En walked through the rain with great strides, and pools of mud and water splashed under his feet, dirtying his pants.

He walked straight to Chen Jian who was still kneeling in the mud and water. Chen Jian didn't see him. He just lay there and lowered his head.

A voice rang over his head.

"stand up. "

Chen Jian had no response.

"stand up!"

Chen Jian raised his head this time and looked at Tony Tangen standing in front of him blankly.

Tang En saw this dismay and lost his anger and glorious face in an instant, and his brows frowned. Compared with this face, he liked the one he had just turned around and glared at him when he was outside the court.

He bent down, stretched out his hands and suddenly grabbed Chen Jian's collar, and then pushed Chen Jian straight to the sky with force!

"I'm going to call you up! What are you kneeling here? Who are you going to kowtow to? Do you? I don't care about the begging for mercy by a loser!" After overthrowing Chen Jian to the ground, Tang En bent down and opened his mouth wide. He spitted saliva at the confused and at a loss.

Chen Jian was stunned - Tony Tangen used fluent Chinese language.

When the two met for the first time, Tang En only spoke Chinese once, and then insisted on talking to him in English, even if he spoke directly in Chinese, it would be much more convenient than letting the translation be transferred. Chen Jian knew that Tony. Tang En did this to remind him that this is Britain, and don’t expect a Chinese-speaking coach to be much easier. Learn English to master conversations in English as soon as possible to truly adapt to life and football here.

But now, Tang En is angrily scolding him in Chinese with fluent and authentic Chinese.

"Look at your miserable dog shit! You are lying on the ground like a piece of mud. Real mud! I don't even think that you can't grow grass here! What are you doing? Looking at me? Are you not convinced? If you don't agree, jump up and hit me!" Tang En noticed that there were two clean places on Chen Jian's face, which was muddy on his face. From his eyes to his nose. "Oh, have you cried? Tsk tsk. Look at your promising appearance! You just played a bad game and were about to cry. Do you think this is a kindergarten football match?"

Tang was stunned when he heard Tang En's sarcasm and cursing Chen Jian in Chinese in different ways. In fact, everyone present was stunned when he saw Tony Tang En who suddenly became angry, although it was impossible for them to understand what Tang En's whisper meant.

"What's wrong, classmate Lan Mud. Are you going to go home crying and crying? Go back to China, study and graduate honestly and find a job? Then you are satisfied with playing amateur football with a big belly, right? When you are old, you brag about your grandson and say that your grandfather once trained in the European champion Nottingham Forest Youth Team for a year! If your grandson asks you what a year later? What do you want to say? You say--ah, your grandfather gave up on himself because of his poor performance in a team game. He cried and went back to China... What would you guess your baby grandson would say?"

Tang En pointed at Chen Jian who was stunned and thought, cursing word by word: "You, this coward, husband! You are not a timid, little ghost! You will never be able to raise your head until you die, just like an impotence man - it's not premature ejaculation, you are the guy who can't raise your head, you don't even have the qualification to ejaculate premature ejaculation!"

Tang felt that Tang En was scolding so messy, wherever he followed...

Why was Tang En suddenly so angry? Chen Jian's performance was just a little bad. Where did he mess with him? Didn't he not optimistic about Chen Jian's performance?

"How is it? I experienced the cruelty of reality and knew that you were daydreaming before? Let me tell you, this is not a fucking professional football! This is just a dog-day youth team game! It's still the mainland! Do you think dreams are so easy to pursue? Do you think that as long as you are like an idiot protagonist, your dreams will take off your clothes and let you do whatever you want?! Even if you are a prostitute, you have to pay for money! There is no free lunch in this world! What is your hard work? What is it?!" Tang En pointed to the players of the youth team who were completely stupid around him. "No one of them has been practicing football for ten years. Do you think there will be a few of them who will succeed in standing on the professional arena and appearing in the starting lineup of Nottingham Forest?! Who do you think you are? You are not the protagonist of the novel comics, you are not a genius, you are just an ordinary person! A hundred people like you will die every second on the earth!"

"One year!" Tang En raised his middle finger, "You fucking want to be a professional player in one year? How can you do such a cheap and good thing! Talking about your dreams requires you to talk, and you actually do it! Do you remember what I asked you when I first came here? You said you couldn't give up... Look at your cowardly look now, do you still have the face to say that sentence again? Do you dare to say again, 'I can't give up. sir'?!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he dripped Tang En into a slaughter. However, he had no feeling at all. He just stared at Chen Jian, as if flames could be sprayed out from his eyes.

"Very good.  I want to congratulate you on finally coming out of that shallow silly boy who only knows how to pursue his dreams.  You are mature, you know the cruelty of reality! You plan to bow your head in front of this cruel reality and kneel down and beg for mercy! Now if you want to leave, I will never stop you.   Although the game is not over, your game is over.  Boy! You lose and are eliminated! When you plan to return to your country crying, remember to call me, I will buy you a plane ticket, and give you a free pack of tissues."

Speaking of this, Tang En finally took a breath and took a deep breath.

Next he bent down and bent down. He looked at Chen Jian face to face.

"Before you leave, I have one last question to ask you. Answer me, what is your name, the loser."

Seeing that Chen Jian did not respond, he repeated: "Answer me, what's your name? The loser!"

I don’t know if it was scared or frozen, Chen Jian trembled with his lips and replied, “Chen…Chen Jian…”

"Very good! Chen Jian, Chen Jian... Your mother gave you this name. Your father gave you this name. Er Dong Chen. What kind of jian? It's not a rape or a rapist. It's not a cheap pick-up, it's a lowly slut, it's a sword... It's a strong and sturdy, it's a persistent and sturdy! Remember it, this is your name, Chen Jian!"

After saying this, Tang En straightened up, turned around and left. He no longer paid attention to this youth team game, nor did he see what expression Chen Jian's face was lying in the mud. He did not pick up the black umbrella from the ground, and walked straight through the court and towards the gate.

When Tang saw Tang En walking straight out, he quickly apologized to Greenwood, and then chased after him with an umbrella.

Everyone inside and outside the stadium was stunned, including Chen Jian himself. He has been in that position since he was overturned to the ground by Tang En, dazed, unable to believe the scene that happened in front of him just now.

He seemed to want to give up, and then he was suddenly scolded by the head coach of the first team... for several minutes?

What the hell is wrong?

Tang divided his ground umbrella half to Tang En, and helped him block the rain above his head. He left in a hurry and forgot to pick up the umbrella that Tang En threw on the ground.

"Why?" he asked.

"I can't see those cowards showing their cowardice in front of me. I want to cry and hide at home. It will hinder the weather here!" Tang En's tone was still hard, and he looked really angry.

"Just because of this?"

"By the way, let me vent my depression in recent days." Tang En turned his head to look at Tang, "It's true. It's okay to curse people, it's good for physical and mental health."

Tang smiled: "What else?"

Tang En did not rush to answer this question. He took out a cigarette box from his coat pocket and wanted to light one for himself, but was a little annoyed that the cigarette box had been soaked in the rain, so the cigarette inside would definitely not be lit. He kneaded the cigarette box into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road. He patted the other pockets and found that there was no cigarette at all, so he gave up.

"Actually nothing. He has dreams and has already reached this point. But reality is indeed in front of him. I just told him that there are these two paths in front of him now, and then let him choose it himself. As for what he chooses, it has nothing to do with me. But if he really wants to leave, I will definitely pay for him to buy air tickets and tissues out of my pocket. I will never blame the debt when I say what I say."

"But there is clearly only one way." Tang disagrees with Tang En's view, "The dream has reached a dead end."

Tang En grinned: "No, it's actually two roads to me. A realistic road." He pointed to Wilford Lane and could see the other end with a straight look. "A dreamy..." He pointed to the wall of the training base again, "...dead end."

“Is there any difference?”

"For some people, maybe not. But for others, there is a difference. You are right. Dreams have reached a dead end. Some people will choose to stop there and turn around and go back to walk the real avenue. So what about other people? They chose to push this wall!" He pushed the wall with both hands. "Although it is more tiring and less easy than turning around and walking the real avenue, and there is also the danger of being hit by collapsed bricks. But how can dreams be realized so easily? It is very simple to succumb to fate or reality, but to push down a wall... sometimes it takes a desperate effort."

Tang En stood by the roadside, murmured as he looked at the wall.
Chapter completed!