While the outside world was hyping the death of a recovered football hooligan and an innocent boy, George Wood was still doing boring basic training day after day in the second field of the Youth Base. It seemed that he was two different planes from this world. He didn't care about all the news outside and ignored him. There was only one thought in his mind: to achieve the coach's goal one day earlier, play games, and make money to treat his mother.

Until that day, he saw Tang En appearing on the sidelines in black clothes, and then called his coach. The two of them whispered a few words. Then the coach left here, and Tang En walked towards him. Although Tang En was wearing black clothes, black pants, black leather shoes all day long, and even if it was cloudy, he gave Wood a different feeling today - the black suit was updated, more straight.

"George." He said to Wood in a low voice. "Tomorrow you... don't need to train."

Wood didn't say anything, he knew that Don Eun must have something to say.

"Do you have a black suit?" Tang En asked, pointing at his body.

Wood shook his head.

Looking down at his watch, Donn waved to Wood: "You don't need to train now. Come with me."

"Where do you go?" Wood didn't move.

"Buy you a suit, shirt, and tie."

"I don't like wearing those things..." Wood didn't want to leave. He didn't want to waste his time dressing up.

"Do you think I dressed up and wanted you to attend a banquet? Do you remember...where did you sign an autograph for a child?" Tang En said, pointing to the barbed wire in the distance.

Wood nodded. It was the first time he signed an autograph for the admirer. Such a scene may never be forgotten in his life.

"Do you know what his name is?"

Wood shook his head, he didn't ask, and no one told him.

"Gavin, Gavin Bernard. Remember this name and we'll go to his funeral tomorrow morning."

George Wood was stunned.

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Gavin's grandmother was supported by someone and stood aside, wearing a black hat, and the hanging silk screen covered her face. She couldn't see her expression clearly. She was about to go up to speak later, but Tang En was worried about whether the old man could bear the pain...

Michael's wife collapsed in his arms, staring at Gavin's aunt who was crying intently. Almost a week has passed, but the pain left to the family has not diminished at all.

On the left side of the church are all Gavin's relatives, school classmates and teachers, and on the right are Michael's friends and Forests' player coaches.

Wood sat next to him, wearing a black suit, white shirt, tie that he sold for him yesterday, and sat in his seat with his lips pursed, not as obvious as others around him, and you could not see any expression on his face.

Tang En felt that maybe he could understand this child because he is the same as him now.

George Wood's only fan, his admirer, is lying in the cold black coffin at this moment, and will never ask him for autographs or watch him train on the sidelines again.

Because everyone was too sad, the relatives who came to the stage quickly ended their speeches, the pastor gave his final prayer, and the coffin was lifted up and the crowd headed towards the cemetery behind the church.

There was no sorrow and music played at the funeral. Michael chose Eric Clapton for his beloved son, Tears`in`Heaven. The low acoustic guitar accompanied by Capton's hoarse chanting, which broke the listener's heart.

If I saw you in heaven, can you still remember my name?

If I met you in heaven, can we still do the same as before?

If...we...we can never go back to the past... right?

The black wooden coffin was carefully put down. Tang En noticed that there was a small Forest Team jersey covered with a large patch of dark red blood on the chest and collar. Among the blood, Wood's name was still conspicuous. He gently threw the lily in his hand on the coffin, just covering the Forest Team's team logo.

Wood, behind him, knelt down on one knee, carefully placed the flower in his hand on his name, and then got up and left with Tang En.

Standing outside, Tang En watched the crowd come forward one by one to present flowers and celebrate silence. After the players presented flowers, they came to him consciously. In this way, more and more people gathered around him. He counted and none of them were missing. The first team was all here. David Chris Lack, the director of the youth team, also came. Michael Dawson may be the saddest person among these players. Among these players, he and Michael met the best relationship. It can be said that Michael watched Dawson become a professional star step by step from an unknown boy. Michael lost his son, and Dawson also lost his younger brother.

Tang En patted Dawson on the shoulder, but didn't know how to comfort him.

At the end, he sighed: "Go back and have a good rest. There is still a game tomorrow..."

Seeing the crowd gradually dispersing, Don Eun found Wood was still by his side, and he was a little surprised: "You go back too, don't need to train today, so be with your mother."

Wood nodded and turned to leave. Don Eun stopped him again: "George, you must become a big star!"

George nodded vigorously with his lips pursed.

"Go back." Don En waved his hand, and Wood turned around and strode away from the depressing place.

When Wood left, Donn glanced at Michael who was still comforting his wife. He thought it would be better not to go over and disturb them at this time, even if it was just a goodbye.

He decided to go to Burns' bar for a drink, and it would be better to get drunk and sleep.
Chapter completed!