Chapter 54 The Original Dream

After a night of lingering, he was exhausted. Tang En vented all the energy he had been frustrated over the past six months. He and Xianya didn't know how many times they did it, but it was crazy anyway. For a middle-aged 40-year-old man suffering from heart disease, such behavior is magical.

Until the morning sunlight penetrated into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Shania was still slumped on the bed and didn't want to get up. When Tang En patted her little butt and called her little lazy, she still moaned with her lips: "I don't think who turned Little Red Riding Hood into a little lazy?"

After she finally got up, she lifted the quilt and Tang En found a few red spots on the sheets. He also understood why Xianya was unable to get up in bed.

But he was not surprised.

It was not because he thought that Xianya should be as pure as jade. He was not surprised because he didn't care whether Xianya was a virgin. He knew very well what the world was now, and he also knew what most girls in this world looked like.

But this has nothing to do with his love. If he loves a woman, he loves this woman, maybe he loves her beauty, maybe he loves her character, maybe he loves her heart, maybe even her talent, voice, eyes, lips... but he will never love a woman's film.

Even if he was going to get married, he would marry this woman, not a layer of "plastic film".

So whether Shania is a virgin or not, it cannot affect her feelings for this girl. He never cares whether Shania stole the boring things like Forbidden Fruit with a boy before she met her.

When he thought of himself finally ate Little Red Riding Hood last night, he felt in a good mood. He couldn't help but lick his lips. He smacked his lips and wanted to say, "No. Not bad, it tastes great!"

Shania was wearing only a pair of white underwear and her upper body came out of the bathroom completely naked. Seeing Tang En's appearance, she asked strangely: "What are you doing, Uncle Tony?"

Tang En saw her perfect body curve and smiled: "Little Red Riding Hood is delicious..."

When Shania heard him say this, she walked straight over. She stepped between Tang En's legs...

Tang En remembered that he had to go to work today. If Xianya really sat down like this, he would have no concentration to ensure that he would not spend the whole morning in this bed.

"Uh... forget it. I have to go to Wilford..." He raised his hand to surrender. "And you have to prepare to move... Also, is it really okay to move over and be seen by the media?"

Little Red Riding Hood bent down and gave her Uncle Wolf a good morning kiss and let him go.

"You and I are both public figures. Uncle Tony. I have been used to the days when the media is staring at me. As long as they don't rush into the bedroom to shoot us having sex, they can pay attention. "Shania is more free and easy in her attitude towards the media than Tang En. "And..." Speaking of this, she smiled sly. "I'm a little looking forward to what the media will react after learning that we are engaged... that must be fun!"

Tang En patted her smooth spine lovingly, and Xianya made her move away obediently. She asked him to sit up slowly from the bed and start dressing. She would not feel bored when she was with such a lively and cute girl. He had nothing to ask for in love.

After breakfast, Shania drove Don to Wilford and returned to prepare for the move. In fact, there was nothing to prepare, just two suitcases for clothes, put them in the trunk of the car and moved them over.

Tang En walked into the training ground alone, which was somewhat empty. The team started training at 10 o'clock, and he came a little early.

Three large training grounds of standard football fields are connected together. At a glance, the green eyes are covered with green, which makes people feel refreshed. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. He greedily smelled the familiar smell here.

It is still only when I get back here that I feel that the power in my body has not disappeared. A voice is summoning him and telling him that this is the destination of the soul.

Stepping on the sod that was carefully cared for by the workers, Tang En did some warm-up moves and then inserted his hand into his pocket. He touched a piece of paper - an envelope to be exact.

Then he remembered that Alan Adams gave him a letter yesterday, saying that Ribery had handed it to him for him to pass it on to him before leaving.

Although he was already a person who left, he should not stay yesterday. But after all, he has been together for four years, and Tang En is still curious about this boy who left because of his pursuit of money. What did he write in the letter?

He took it out and took it apart.

A thin piece of paper was shaken out.

“Dear boss:

I'm sorry to choose to leave Nottingham Forest at this time. I don't care if they call me a deserter, and I don't care if others think of it. I just want to apologize to you... You may be very disdainful of my behavior. I can only say that it is for the sake of my family. Spain is more suitable here.

Of course, I wrote so much to find reasons for what I did. Has any player ever written to the head coach to explain the reason because he left a team? So this is not an explanation. I just thank you, Frank Ribery is not a fool, who gave him the chance when he was at his most downturn? I remember it very clearly. The four and a half seasons in Nottingham Forest have taught me a lot and gained a lot. That will be a valuable asset in my life experience. Now I must apologize to say that I am going to start a new journey. I don’t know if there will be any chance to play football under my boss in the future, but these four and a half years are really pleasant memories.

Actually, I have never been willing to say this, but objectively speaking, my departure has indeed helped the team solve some financial problems - 55 million euros. If it weren't for the economic crisis, I might be able to sell more land. 60 million, 80 million? I don't know. We all know what the second offer before Piku left represents. Maybe in your heart, people like me are different from Piku. But this is indeed the last goal I can bring to the Forest team. If you still look at La Liga, take a good look at our performance during the national derby, I hope you won't disappoint.

Finally, after writing this letter, I am a completely Real Madrid player. If I meet on the court in the future, I will also try my best to defeat your team like that boy Bentner. Please don’t get me wrong - I know you’re a little bit scrupulous - I just want to prove that players who have walked out of Nottingham Forest are the best wherever they are! If I say I want to score two goals alone against Forest, you will also say ‘I believe he will. Because he has that ability’?

Frank Ribery, who you picked up from the French Ligue 2 League.

Tang En stood in the training ground blankly, allowing the breeze blowing from the Trent River to pass by him, making the letter paper in his hand whirring.

It took a long time before he sighed and came to his senses. He wanted to take out the lighter and burn the letter, but his hand that reached into his pocket made him think that he had quit smoking a long time ago, so he naturally didn't have to carry this lighter with him.

He reloaded the letter into the envelope, and slowly tore it in half, four pieces, eight pieces... and finally became countless pieces. He raised his hand and was taken away by the wind.

Scoring two goals alone?

If you dare to say that, I will teach you a lesson like Bentner, Frank!

Do you want to just run away like this? It’s not that easy. When we meet next time, get ready to bear my anger! You are such a bastard!

In the morning training, Tang En stood on the sidelines in sunglasses and supervised the court, just like before he became ill. The team's morale seemed to have recovered suddenly, and George Wood was even more excited. The team was getting better, but Tang En thought of another thing. The locals here may have heard of this, but they just used it as boring hype in the media.

Just before the training began, Allen Adams found him. He told him that the team's poor performance this season and earned nothing after earning nothing, and the budget for all aspects of the next season is very tight. So the team must sell some players in the summer in exchange for funds. Don Eun can buy new players in the transfer market, but there are great restrictions on price.

Allen hopes that Done can draw a list of cleansing for him so that he can determine the fiscal budget of the new season.

The team in front of him now. Who can stay and who must leave, but they are all on the A4-sized thin paper.

This time, Tang En did not make a big fuss with Allen in the office, and firmly disagreed with the club seller. He just nodded and agreed, without saying a single word.

He understood that this was reality.

What is reality? People have to eat and live. They have to survive. They have to survive. They have to live. The same goes for clubs...

Among these people, who can end up staying in Wilford...

Tang En thought about it.

After the training, Don pulled Don to North Vilford again. Don was not surprised by this - he thought Don was going to prepare for his own potential for next season.

But Tang En's actions surprised him very much.

"Ian, I've finished reading these two books." Don't put two thick training logs on the table in Greenwood's office, "I finished reading them in one go, but I haven't had enough time."

"It's great that you can like it, Tony." Greenwood took this as Don't affirmed his workplace, and he replied with a smile. But Don't say anything next made him laugh.

"Why is there no third book, the fourth book? His story is not over yet, I haven't seen the ending yet. I've decided!" Tang En poked his finger on the training log, "You will be training him soon, Ian."

The other two people in the room were stunned and had no idea what Tang En was talking about.

Looking at their puzzled expressions, Tang En continued: "I mean I plan to give this kid an apprenticeship contract, the club will handle the transfer procedures for him, apply for him to study abroad visa, register him as a player with the Chinese Football Association... and then ask him to come here to write the ending for me!"

"Tony!" Tang exclaimed. His performance in his usual image was a loss of composure. But he didn't care about these details. "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know very well, Tang. I want him to continue training for me."

"Tony... Why did he do this? He has left. There is no need to get him back again, right? Although I also admire Chen's efforts and spirit, he is not an amazing genius boy to us... I don't think that spending energy can bring anything to him." Even Greenwood, who was looking at Chen Jian's training for a year, objected.

"Whether you can receive the reward is his business, and whether you give him this opportunity is our business. I think I found a rough stone in those two thick logs, and the thick rough stone may be wrapped with a dazzling diamond."

"It may also be nothing, just a stone." Tang finally calmed down.

"There has never been a 100% talent in this world. Genius can become mediocre, and waste can become talent. I believe in my vision, Don. I believe more about this kid's efforts. Maybe it will be a bit long. But I think we can always gain something. A kid who can hold George Wood's training standard for a year without giving up and has completed it pretty well. I don't think he can succeed." Speaking of this, he looked at the two people and said seriously, "This is the final decision, Ian, Don. I want to give him a chance. Just like when I gave George Wood a chance outside the slums."

Tang frowned: "Do you know how criticism from the media will cause? They will say that you must be crazy and have expectations for the Chinese boy selected from a talent show. Some people think that you are just fond of the market of the country he represents..."

Tang En interrupted him: "What do I want to do myself. The media don't need to nod their heads to agree. They scold them, I'm mine. They don't have the right to interfere with my freedom. That's it, Ian. When that kid comes, please give him George's training plan and let him continue to practice. Let's see what he can do to us."

China. Tianjin.

Tianjin Judicial Police School.

Chen Jian had just come out of the teaching building, holding a bunch of books, wearing a navy blue school uniform, which looked no different from the 99-style police uniform. He just didn't have any flowers, police ranks and armbands.

The companion greeted him: "Ajian, play football later! You are the core, you must come!"

"Okay, I'll put things in the dormitory." Chen Jian did not refuse.

Actually, he was thinking about things just now.

He has been back from the UK for more than three months, but he found that he could not forget every day and night he spent there, and even felt that continuing to study here became no longer important.

Although the name of this school is very cool, its level is actually very average. After graduation, everyone will either go out to make a living by themselves or take the college entrance examination to continue their studies. If you think you can be a people's policeman after you come in, then reality may disappoint people.

He hasn't found the future in reality yet.

And the dream future...

Have you said goodbye to him?

Although he is still tenaciously conducting personal training every day according to the habits he has developed in Nottingham, he is more willing to admit that this is just a kind of inertia. A year of training life is too profound, and it is simply engraved in his bones. It is difficult to forget it in a few months.

What's the use of this stupid approach? What's the use of persisting so much even though I know that my dream is destined to be unfulfilled? If I can't become a professional player, what else can I do? After graduation, should I apply for a job as a security guard. Or should I use my relationship to get money and be assigned to the back door, or continue to take the college entrance exam. I took the colleges directly under the Ministry of Public Security, and became a real policeman after graduation...

But with my academic performance and delaying this year in the UK, will I have a chance to take such a university?

Chen Jian felt very confused.

When he went to the UK, there were three people, and when he returned to China, he also had three people. Unexpectedly, no one received the "reward" of staying in the professional team. Despite this, among the students who like football in this school, Chen Jian still has a high popularity. Friends with good relationships always like to pester him. I hope to hear him talk about what real professional football looks like.

He would not reject these curious classmates. But whenever he talked about those past events, the memory valve could not be closed. He felt very unwilling to accept it.

He thought of the scene when Tony Tangen yelled at him again. Every word and every word seemed to echo in his ears and could not be forgotten.

"... Go back to China, have you been studying honestly after graduation? Then you will be satisfied with playing amateur football with a big belly? When you are old, you brag with your grandson and say that your grandfather once trained for a year in the youth team of the European champion Nottingham Forest! If your grandson asks you what a year later? What do you want to say? You say--ah, your grandfather performed poorly in a team game. He gave up on himself and cried back to China..."

I didn't give up on myself, and I didn't cry and go back to China. But this doesn't change anything, coach Tang En. I am still me, and I feel confused about my future in this technical secondary school.

Can you understand, Coach Tangen? Can you understand my situation and mood?

I fully realized the cruelty of professional football and the gap between myself and them, but it was only a year... What's enough for only a year! I've worked very hard and worked hard. I wish I was still doing ball-splitting training when I was sleeping, but why only one year... Why can't I start to receive regular training from the age of ten like those young team players...

I want to play professional football, I want to be the stars who can only look up to on TV, and I even believe that I will give me a few years. I will not do worse than them. No matter how hard or tired I am in training, I can persevere. This time I will definitely promise not to give up, just like my own name. Persist and be strong.

But why is it only one year...

I just stepped into the threshold and the door was closed. What can I do? If I had a lot of money, I would have spent all my money to buy Nottingham Forest and would not change anything, just to give me a chance and give me more time...
To be continued...