Chapter 45: Experiences and hearings on wine meetings (Part 1)

After tossing and turning for a night, Don En was thinking about that question - should he stay in Nottingham Forest?

What are the pros and cons of staying or not leaving, what impact will it have on your future, what impact will it have on his life circle, and whether starting over in a strange city can guarantee success...

These questions circling in his mind, making him feel upset. His brain seemed to have become an old computer, and dealing with these cumbersome problems would always stop responding from time to time after the creaking sound.

When the next morning came, Tang En still had no clear answer. He hated making detailed plans for the future and was not good at predicting his own destiny.

The opportunity to do multiple-choice questions like this has been avoided as much as possible in the past twenty-six years, but now it is finally impossible to avoid.

Yesterday he was impulsive and almost said the sentence "I decided to leave the forest" in front of Evan. As the saying goes: If you don't leave me here, you will have a place to stay.

But after one night, when the initial anger of being abandoned gradually faded, Tang En hesitated.

If someone could give himself some advice from an objective perspective, or even if he did not give any advice and just listen to his own worries, that would be great...

Tang En got up from the bed and planned to start a new day-even though he didn't know what else to look forward to in this new day.

Just after washing up from the bathroom, he heard his cell phone ringing in the bedroom.

Does it mean that a club likes him and wants to ask him to coach the team? With doubts, Tang En ran back to the bedroom and answered the strange call.

A female voice rang out: "Mr. Tony Done?"

"Ah, it's me, I'm Tang En. May I ask you..."

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Barbara Crowf, Brian Crowf's wife."

"Oh!" Tang En immediately changed his tone. He even stood up unconsciously, "Mrs. Clauve. Is there anything you have to do with me?"

"Don't be so nervous, child." Mrs. Crowf on the other end of the phone laughed, "Do you have something to do today?"

Tang En shook his head without hesitation and said, "It's okay, madam. I'm very idle all day."

"That's great. Brian wants you to accompany him to the coaching association's cocktail party."

Although they didn't understand why the old man suddenly wanted to take him to a cocktail party, they had never contacted him in any form since that visit to Clauve.

But Tang En was deeply impressed by the experience that day. He knew that there was no reason for the old man to do anything.

Tang En pointed his head quickly: "This is my honor. Madam. Do you need me to pick up Mr. Clauve at your house?"

"Oh no, no. Nigel will drive to pick you up, kid. You just have to wait at home, they know where you live. I think they should be coming soon."

As soon as Mrs. Claufe finished speaking, Tangen heard the sound of a car horn outside. He opened the curtains of the bedroom and found a white Ford sedan parked on the side of the road below.

"Oh, God! Look at who is sitting in the car?"

"It's Brian Crowf! How long has it been since we've seen him?"

"Hey, Clauve. How are you in good health?"

"I heard that you have just recovered from a liver transplant. Can you please open the window and accept our brief interview?"

The reporters who were originally guarding his home became excited when they saw the car appear, and the frequently lit flashes surrounded the white Ford sedan.

Tang En saw this scene in the second floor bedroom. Without Mrs. Claufe's words, he also knew who was sitting in the car.

"Yes. Madam, they are here."

"Well, go quickly, kid. I wish you a happy time."

"Thank you, my wife. I wish you a happy life."

Tang En hung up the phone, put on his coat and ran away. If you can be invited by this legendary figure to attend the cocktail party, if you don’t feel happy, you are lying.

Tang En admitted that at this time he seemed to be the happy child who was taken to the amusement park by his parents to reward him because of his good grades in the exam. As for what he chose in the future, he had already left behind him.

Opening the door, Tang En calmed himself a little excitedly. Then he strode towards the car.

When the reporters saw that Tang En came out, they immediately pointed the camera at him again, and some people were planning to ask him questions. But Tang En did not give them this opportunity. He quickly got into the car and closed the door tightly.

The old man sitting next to him reached out his hand and said to him: "I'm glad to see that near your home will soon become the Second Fleet Street.

"Fleet Street is synonymous with British media, because the small street in central London once gathered all newspaper groups and TV stations in the UK. Of course, with the relocation of many media, the scenery of this street is no longer there.

A middle-aged man sitting in the front driver's seat laughed. Donn couldn't see what the other person looked like. But he knew that this person should be Clauve's son Nigel Clauve.

Done felt a little embarrassed, and he reached out to shake Clauve. Then Nigel in front also turned around and shook hands with him with a smile: "Nigel Clauve, I'm glad to know you."

The reporter outside the car pressed the camera shutter crazily and recorded the scene of the three people getting together. Although they didn't know why Clauve came here to meet Tony Tangen, there was always something to use when the photo was left.

Seeing the group of people outside so enthusiastic, Brian Clauve held Tangen's hand again and signaled him to smile in front of the car window. Tangen didn't understand why he did this, but he did.

This really stimulated the media again. Tang En was a little dizzy when the flashing lights shook, but when he wanted to frown again, the old man said to him: "Smile, child."

They just shook hands like this, and smiled and let the reporter pat them for a full minute. Then Donn looked at Clauve in confusion.

The old man curled his lips: "In my time, the media was like this. You have to learn to use them." Then he knocked on the back of the seat in the driver's seat, "Let's go. Nigel."

The reporter made way for the car, and it was obvious that they were still quite afraid of Brian Clauve sitting here. Don was looking at the reporters holding cameras in the car, chewing Clauve's last words to him.

The name of the English League Coaches Association (LMA) is very unfamiliar to Don Eun, as if they were emerging societies suddenly emerged from some dark corner.

But in fact, this is an influential institution in England. It was founded in the 1990s and is the only official representative group in England's professional football coaching.

This association is divided into two different institutions - management agencies and non-government agencies. The only difference between the two is whether they are responsible for specific management affairs.

Brian Crowf is the vice president of the non-governmental organization, and like him, there is Sir`bobby`robson, while the president of the non-governmental structure is Kevin`keegan, who is even younger than their qualifications.

The president of the management agency responsible for specific management affairs is Howard Wilkinson, and the executive chairman is John Barnwell David Bassett, Sir Alex Ferguson, and David Pratt.

The members of the Coaching Association are mainly head coaches and assistant coaches of 92 professional clubs, as well as coaches who have been laid off for less than a year. Judging from this condition, Tang En can be regarded as a member of the Coaching Association.

This cocktail party was not simply asking everyone to come together to drink and chat - although the actual content is similar to this, there is still a reason to gather everyone: First, congratulate Sir Alex Ferguson on winning the Premier League's top coach in the past ten years; second, congratulate Everton head coach Moyes on being elected as the coaching association for the 2002-2003 coach.

Nigel sent his father and Don to the Sheffield cocktail party. He agreed to come and pick them up at 2 pm and drove away. Don't be surprised about this.

"Mr. Nigel isn't going with us?" On the way, Don En heard that Nigel was also the head coach, but he was just a part-time player, and he was also a player in the team he coached.

He once led Burton`albion to win the Southern Regional League championship in the 2001-02 season.

Clauve shook his head: "He is just a part-time manager of an amateur team. He doesn't have a chance to have such a cocktail party. And he has his own business to be busy with. Let's go."

The cocktail party was held in the second floor bar in a small hotel. Donne followed Clauve into the gate and his eyes were dazzled... He saw countless people who could only look up and appear on the TV screen, walking back and forth in the venue with wine glasses.

Just now, England head coach Eriksen walked past him and walked towards the place where the people in the middle of the room were the most concentrated.

He followed Erikson's figure and found that the England head coach's goal was Ferguson who was surrounded by everyone!

These are all big-name coaches!

But Tang En did not be too quick to be in his heart, his mouth was dry and his hands and feet were weak. Because the real world-class coach was standing beside him.

An old man with silver hair and blushing face saw Done and Claufe coming in and greeted him.

"Bryan, how are you doing? I heard you had a liver transplant at the beginning of the year." He spoke loudly and his movements were powerful. It was completely inconsistent with the age shown by his appearance.

Clauve shrugged slightly: "I think... God doesn't really want me to go up now."

The old silver-haired man laughed, then turned his gaze to Donn, who was standing beside Claufe: "Mr. Tony Donn, I'm glad to see you."

"I'm also very happy to know you, Sir Bobby Robson." Donn extended his hand respectfully and expressed his respect for the famous English coach.

"I heard you've been in trouble recently and need help from the Coach Association?"

Don Eun didn't know what trouble Robson was referring to. He thought about it and decided not to play the puzzle with the old coach. He pretended to understand if he didn't understand. So he asked, "I'm sorry, Jazz. But which one do you mean... trouble?"

Robson smiled again: "I forgot that you have more than one trouble!"

A waiter carrying a wine plate came up and stood beside the three of them. Robson took himself a glass of red wine and then brought him a glass of whiskey for Crowf. Don himself hesitated for a moment and chose whiskey.

Croff, who had a wine glass in his hand, was much more energetic than when he first entered the door. He told Robson: "I think we should recommend that the association set up a most unlucky coach of the year, and then you give him the first trophy in person.

"He pointed at Tony Donn with the finger holding the wine glass.

This time, Donne and Robson laughed together. When he first met Clauve, Donne learned about the humorous conversation of this old British man. Now that he has become the object of his humor, he feels very happy.

Why? Because this shows that Clauve treats him as his own.

After laughing, Robson said to Donn: "Stan Collimore is a good player, but not a good coach. I don't understand why the new chairman of the Forest team chose him."

"It's very simple, because that old guy Dogerty's son is American." Clauve shrugged and said disdainfully. "Bobby, do you expect those Americans to understand our sports?"

Although the topics they are talking about now are related to themselves, Tang En seems to be able to be an audience, and he is a little unable to interfere in the conversation between these two football bosses.

He stood beside Clauve, as if he was the leader's follower. If Clauve wanted to take off his suit jacket, he would definitely let Donne take it for him.

He didn't hate getting clothes for the old coach or doing something else. But he was disgusted with this feeling of being excluded invisibly. So he decided to express his opinion, after all, they were talking about their own affairs, aren't they?

"Uh, thank you Sir Robson for your concern. But I think, maybe it's time for me to change places." Tang En said pretending to be relaxed.

Clauve did not accept Tang En's words. He put the wine glass beside his mouth, but his eyes looked at the place with the most people in front of him, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!