Chapter 5: The person who tied the bell must be untied

To do George Wood's psychological counseling work, Donn was not a very difficult job to throw at Eastwood.

Eastwood thought about it carefully and found that Wood had almost never had such experience. Sometimes it really makes people wonder if his heart is really made of oak, as hard and stubborn as iron.

Nottingham Forest has always relied on such an oak heart, running at a steady and high speed. Now that there is a heart problem, the team's performance is naturally affected.

Eastwood was worried that he had no experience. Not to mention that he and Wood were a little unhappy, even if he didn't have such a thing, he didn't know what to do when facing Wood.

He had been thinking about this all day long. From the frowning of his second half, he seemed to have not found any good idea.

Eastwood originally planned to find Wood directly and said straight to the point: "Let's talk about your recent decline in shape..."

But he thought about it and it seemed that doing so was useless. He could not decide whether Wood listened or not.

Just as he was worried, he finished his first day as a coach.

When he returned home, he was still worried, which scared Serem: "Have you encountered anything unhappy when you became a coach on the first day?"

"There are no unhappy things, but there is one unhappy thing..." Eastwood said the task that Donne gave him.

Serim looked at his husband with a smile: "You men are such strange creatures. Freddy, do you really hate Wood?"

Eastwood thought about it and couldn't say that he hated him to the core, otherwise he wouldn't have played in this team until he retired. But to say that he didn't feel anything at all, that would be a scam. No one can think that nothing happened before when encountering such a thing.

"Hate? I don't know...but I definitely don't like it." Eastwood shook his head.

"You have had a fight with Wood in the team. Have you ever had any conflicts?"

Eastwood wondered why his wife asked this question: "Don't you understand me, Serim? I'm not that kind of person... I just don't talk to him much."

Serim had an extra deck of playing cards between his hands. “Do you want to calculate it?”

Eastwood curled his lips: "Your tricks tourists is OK, Serim."

Thirim ignored her husband and fiddled with the cards in her hand.  After a while, she raised her head and said to Eastwood: "I think you'll have to fight Wood in person."

"Is this what you calculated?" Eastwood felt that he shouldn't discuss work matters with his wife.

"So men are stupid creatures." Serim slowly fiddled with playing cards on the table. "If Rahim made a very serious mistake, I would beat him directly without treating him coldly. And he would be willing to accept being beaten instead of his mother never talking to him for the rest of her life."

Eastwood disdained his wife's remarks: "Rashim is your child. But George Wood is not my son."

"Sometimes men and boys have something in common. If you feel embarrassed to fight in person, you can ask him to find a private time and place, throw white gloves at each other like a knight." Serim snapped his fingers and took back the playing cards. "I'll go and see if Shadoni is asleep."

Only Eastwood was left in the living room. He was mocking his wife's bad idea at first. But after laughing in his heart, he found that this method seemed to make some sense...

Since I don’t know how to talk to Wood, it’s better to be tough.

With his understanding of Wood, the other party is not a beating man. You say a lot of high-sounding nonsense. It has no effect at all, and it has also wasted expressions.

OK...find some trouble.

Eastwood clamped his hands, and his joints made a crackling sound.

Before going to Wilford the next day, Eastwood rehearsed his "evil" expression in the bathroom in front of the mirror for a while.

He is a gentle man, and he always smiles in the team with a good reputation. He jokes with the people around him. Everyone also likes such an optimistic and cheerful teammate, so almost no one will give him a look. Therefore, I remember that Eastwood is a good man who never treats anyone.

It is indeed a bit difficult for him to play the role of a villain now...

"Wood! What are you doing!"

Eastwood shook his head.  The tone seemed not fierce enough.

"Did you not have dinner last night? You are weak!"

"Look at your movements, are you really training?"

"Okay, you're not doing well enough... No! It's very bad! It's very bad! It's very sucky!"

...

Eastwood finally shook his head and walked out of the bathroom. If he didn't come out again, he would knock the door to his daughter Shadoni, who was eating.

Serim kept smiling at her worried husband during breakfast.

When he was sending him out, Serim kissed him on the cheek: "I wish you good luck."

"I feel unsure..." Eastwood said it was indeed unsure.

George Wood changed clothes in the locker room with a dark face. He was in a bad mood recently. No one around him dared to talk to him. Even an old friend like Bell did not try not to provoke him at this time.

Everyone knows what kind of pressure the captain is carrying. The outside media is crazily hyping George Wood. Wood is the culprit that caused Eastwood to retire early. It seems that Wood must be responsible for Eastwood. If this happens in South Korea, they will probably directly ask George Wood to cut his fingers and apologize...

In fact, everyone knows that although Carl Spike is right, Eastwood was seriously injured because of Wood's foul. But that was an unintentional mistake after all. It was too unkind to find out after ten years... To put it seriously, this is simply a vicious act.

The media would not study the reasons behind that injury. They only knew that this matter was of great news and hype, so they followed up a lot...

Readers also lack basic judgments. Or they don’t want to judge who is right or wrong at all. As long as they have fun watching this life, it will be very beautiful.

What's worse is that the next game is Tony Donn officially celebrates the tenth anniversary of his coaching Nottingham Forest. The team really wants to use a victory to present a gift to his boss in that game. But the team's current state and a powerful opponent like Liverpool make that game more inaccurate.

Liverpool is also paying close attention to the Forest's dynamics. Benitez must be very happy to see cracks and turmoil inside the Forest. Because he and Don En have been fighting for so many years and have found that the easiest way to defeat Don En is to hope that there will be problems inside the castle that is indestructible from the outside.

George Wood's qualifying fluctuates and fluctuates, this is a great opportunity that has never been seen in a century...

Local media in Liverpool have made harsh talks. They are about to disrupt Tony Donn's tenth anniversary in Anfield.

"How long he coached the Forest team has nothing to do with us, we only have a victory."

Wood is the captain, and of course he knows that his condition has affected the team. But he just can't pick up and put it down. He does feel guilty about Eastwood, and he has been caring for ten years. But he is not good at expressing his emotions, especially after he became captain, he always wants to leave a "majestic" captain image for his teammates, and some words are hard to speak again.

Wood spent this day of training again with great worries.

Chris Lack watched anxiously from the side. He said to Don more than once: "I think George listens to you the most. Wouldn't this problem be solved if you come forward and talk about it? Why do you do this?"

Tang En had a profound expression on his face: "There is a saying in China - the person who tied the bell is required to untie it."

"What does it mean?" Chris Lak couldn't understand Chinese.

"They are destined to be a pair of destined people," Tang En sighed. "They have bonds."

"What are you doing, Tony? You're hit in the head again?"

"Oh, just wait to watch the show. The two of them cannot be interfered with outsiders." Don Eun said something Chris Lak could understand. "It's so tiring to talk to you!"

"Just just talk well."

After the training, Wood as usual gave himself another half an hour of extra training. The other players went back to the locker room, and the members of the coaching staff had long been used to this scene, and no one stayed on the court to watch Wood.

When Wood was left alone on the spot, he decided to forget those worries for the time being. Training seriously. A quiet environment helped him do so.

Just as he was about to start, a football hit the back of his head.

The ball is very powerful, and it is probably a powerful shot in the game. Wood was a little confused when he was beaten. He covered his head and turned around and glared at the "murderer".

"It seems that my footwork is still there. Should I really consider the decision to withdraw and return to the court?"

Eastwood completely ignored Wood's glaring at his gaze, stood there and pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

After seeing that it was Eastwood, Wood's anger suddenly began to dissipate.  It has always been like this in the team.   Eastwood has never given Wood a good face, but Wood never was so vicious to Wood.

"Don't look at me, this is not an accident, I did it on purpose." Eastwood walked to Wood swayingly, picked up the football that was bouncing on the ground, grabbed it with one hand and shook it in front of Wood.

"I have never concealed your disgust, right?" Eastwood asked. In fact, he didn't expect Wood to answer, but Wood nodded. This surprised him a little.

"Uh... OK. I don't have any interest in knowing how you look at me. We were able to play together for ten years. It's a miracle. Did you know that every time I see your innocent face, I want to pounce on you and punch you. This kind of thought was particularly strong when I was injured last time... It's a pity that I can't beat you."

Wood did not defend himself or refute him, and he listened quietly.

Eastwood was actually quite nervous. He was memorizing the lines he had spent a day preparing... and at the same time, he had to make his tone sound mixed with complex emotions such as anger and disdain. This was the best way he could do - he had a good talk with Wood, and it was not necessary to fight like a man. But he could express his anger like a man and let Wood feel it.

"You are so strong..." Eastwood looked at Wood up and down, "I am tireless and never know what the injury is, nor do I know how I feel after the injury. No one can hurt you, and it also makes you suffer. You are not like a human... If others want to invade you, he will be the one who will be unlucky in the end, and you are still wondering why the other party was injured..." Eastwood became more and more excited as he spoke. At first, he just tried to make himself look angry, but afterwards he became really angry.

That’s right! Why are you, George Wood, who can have such an enviable body, but Eastwood’s knees are so fragile? Why!!

"You... do you think, do you think I'm willing to retire?" Eastwood's football in his hand had long been running. He stepped forward, approached Wood, and glared at the other party. "I'm only thirty years old! The golden age of a professional player has not yet passed. Why should I retire? Do you think I'm satisfied if I stand in the middle of the city stadium and enjoy their last cheers and say some touching nonsense? I don't want this bullshit farewell! I'd rather play football for the rest of my life!"

It has completely deviated from the pre-prepared lines...

"Look at you again! Look at you again!" Eastwood suddenly grabbed Wood's lichen collar and opened his mouth and roared. "You have such a healthy body, which is enviable... You act like shit! If I have such a healthy body as you. Do you know I will work harder and compete, be grateful and cherish it? You bastard! A bad guy! Are you laughing at me? 'Look, I have a strong and healthy body, but I deliberately act like shit. It's just to disgust you, a fool idiot who retires at the age of thirty!"

"I……"

Wood finally opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But his voice was drowned in the midst of Eastwood's storm.

"Now I really want to beat you! I can't beat you, I want to beat you!" Eastwood used both hands and actually pushed George Wood to the ground. He glared, his whole body was shaking, and he clenched his fists, but he still didn't hit him in the end.

"I'm really fucking unplanted... I gave up my career because I was afraid of getting hurt again. I didn't dare to continue playing football." Eastwood seemed to have all his strength suddenly, and he lowered his hand and murmured with his head down. "I'm only thirty years old..."

He suddenly raised his head again and stared at Wood lying on the ground: "Do you know what it feels like to be injured there? The parts below the knees don't seem to belong to your body, you can't feel anything.  Lying in the bed in the middle of the night, thinking of himself unable to continue playing football... Do you know what kind of mood it is?" He paused for a moment, and his face showed a sudden expression.   "By the way, why am I telling you this? Why am I talking about this to a robot who has never been injured before? Am I so angry?"

He waved his head. He planned to turn around and walk away.

"Not only did I not grow it. I am still a fool..."

"you……"

Wood got up from the ground and said helplessly: "Or... you beat me up. If this... this will make you... feel good..."

Eastwood turned around and rushed to him, almost roaring against his face: "What is this? Is a winner's sympathy for a loser? I don't need your sympathy!"

He took a step back and continued to stare at Wood. "I chose to retire myself, and I have no fucking relationship with you! What do you sympathize with me here? You slut! What expression do you have? Do you think I am sad, right? Ah, I know, I know what you think - he can't play football anymore, it's so pitiful..."

"No, I didn't..."

"Shut up! So what if I retire? So what if I can't play football? I'm the coach now, be careful and bastard! You must continue to perform like this shit. Next time I will scold you as a scammer in front of the whole team! Do you think I can't do it?" Eastwood suddenly sneered, "I've been unhappy with you. You'd better not let me catch a chance, boy."

After saying this harsh words, Eastwood left the training ground as if he hadn't left. If he didn't leave, he was afraid that tears would burst out from his eyes.

He really hated Wood, not that he had hurt him, but that he hated why Wood had such a healthy and strong body, but that his knees were so fragile... He hated that his fate was unfair, and he hated that he was powerless.

When he roared at Wood's clothes, deep in his heart, there was also a voice roaring unwillingly:

I want to continue playing football! I want to continue playing football...

Why, why did I retire at the age of thirty? Why can’t I have a healthy body like that asshole? Why… Why should I say those shitty words to him here!

Eastwood, who returned to the car, did not drive away. He sat in the driver's seat and lowered his head, feeling deeply tired.
Chapter completed!