Chapter 50 The Last Lesson

Tang En resisted the urge to go to the sidelines to see the final test now. Instead, he withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on training. Although he still didn't understand why Michael appeared here, he felt that he would be able to find the answer he asked after the training.

But when he first saw Michael, he thought it was an illusion. He thought that he had traveled through time again? Go back to 2003? Wouldn't that become a vicious cycle that cannot be obtained?

He looked at the players training on the court and found that Bale was already old, so he felt relieved. If he had gone back to 2003, Bale would never appear in front of him.

Since she was sure that she had not traveled through time again, Tang En felt relieved and devoted herself to training.

The fifteen-minute public shooting time was very short. The reporters felt that they were not satisfied with the shooting and wanted to continue shooting. The security guards appeared in front of them in a very timely manner.

The reporters reluctantly packed the machines and left the training base. They waited outside the gate and came in to interview again before the training was over. The fans could stay on the side of the training ground without being restricted by the "fifteen minutes".

So are there some reporters in the fans disguising themselves? At least judging from the experience of these ten years, the chance is very small.

Since tomorrow is game day, today's training is only one class in the morning and afternoon break. In the evening, the team will gather in the hotel where they are staying, spend the night together and then go to the stadium to prepare for the game the next day.

In today's training class, the team mainly practices set pieces. This is a repertoire before each game. Set pieces are very useful when breaking the deadlock.

However, the team's training effect today is very average, and there are often some mistakes. For example, Gareth Bale is always unable to send the football to the designated position, causing the teammates who are raiding in the middle to run away again and again.

What is this because of?

Tang En decided to stop training, and he had to go and learn about it himself.

"Bell.  " He waved to the little monkey and signaled to Bell to come over.

Bell ran to him with his head down.

"What's going on? You're absent-minded." Tang En asked Bell with his hands folded and looked down without saying a word.

"Uh, nothing..."

"Have you had a fight with your girlfriend?"

"No.  No..."

"Then what's going on, tell me. Is there anything else I can't know?"

Bell hesitated for a while before looking up at Tang En, "When I think this is the boss's last training class, I feel a little absent-minded..."

Tang En couldn't laugh or cry. It turned out that the problem was still with him...

He looked at the training ground in front, and because of the training suspension, everyone was looking at him. Only then did he see the same emotions as Gareth Bale in the eyes of those players.

To be honest, he once lamented his last training class, but it was early in the morning. Once the training began, he didn't think about it - everything was normal. Except for more reporters from the local area, there was no difference from the past.

There will definitely be someone who can't bear to leave it alone...

Tang En realized that this emotion was not the emotion that should be found in training. This will definitely affect the final effect of training. Settings are a very important training event. In tomorrow's game, maybe the one that decides the final victory will be a settings.

Bell still stood in front of him with his head down, as if he was a child who had done something wrong, but what did he do wrong?

Donn looked at Bell's look of his eyebrows down and sighed.

"Come with me." He said, and walked straight towards the players.

Bell followed Tang En honestly. He dragged his steps towards his teammates.

Two assistant coaches and six coaches watched Tang En walk into their work scope, and no one said anything. Tony Tang En doesn't interfere with their work during training, because all plans are arranged at the Monday work meeting. But if he stops training and plans to say something in person, then there is something very important.

Done walked straight into the spontaneous circle formed by the players, stood in the middle, and Bale stopped next to Aaron Mitcher. Mitcher was bowing his head and whispering: "Hey, little monkey. What did the boss say to you?"

“He asked why I was a little malfunctioning?”

Mitcher pinched his chin: "You are indeed a little abnormal today."

"Aren't you?" Bell hit Mitcher's waist with his elbow.

Mitcher laughed.

"How did you answer him?" Mitcher asked in a low voice after laughing.

"I told the boss that I performed poorly because this was his last training session."

Mitcher was silent when he heard this answer. If the boss found him and asked the same question, he would probably have a similar answer to Bell.

"Did he say anything to you?" Mitcher asked again after the silence.

"He said 'Come with me'." Bell pointed to Tony Donn, who was already standing in the middle of the crowd.

Both of them turned their attention to Don En again.

Their head stood in the middle of the crowd, raised his hands, and he had something to say.

"From your eyes, I can see something, guys." Don Eun started to make his improvisational speech, maybe this was his last speech in the training class?

"But I want to say that those things are wrong. Do you know what you are doing? Now is training, and we have a very, very important game tomorrow... Does anyone among you think we have already won the top six in the league in advance, so this last game doesn't matter?"

Tang En turned around and looked around for a while, looking at the players surrounding him.

"If you still have the leisure to consider this is my last training session on the training ground, it means that you really think so - against Manchester United, you can easily win. Or do you don't care about the final result at all? But this is not what I want. Guys."

Tang En stopped and took a breath. The sunshine was a little strong today. A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, exposed to the sun. He felt a little short of breath, which was a reminder of how wise it was to make a decision to retire.

"I know some of you are not the first Forest players, but in fact there are not many people left. I understand the feelings of those old players." Donn looked at the direction where Bale was, as if it was a coincidence, perhaps intentional, or habitually, Bale stood Mitcher on the left, and Joe Matok on the left. The person standing behind Matok was Abang Raho. On Bale's right was Eun Kuru. On Kuru's right was Gago, and on the front was Chris Cohen. Only George Wood was not among them. He stood opposite and stood with his teammates who were relatively "new players".

"But because of this, I feel even more dissatisfied.   Do you still remember the words on the wall of the players' corridor on the Crimson Field? ‘Besides victory, it's victory!’ This is the belief in Nottingham Forest. Have you all forgotten it?"

Tang En looked straight into the eyes of the old players, trying to see something different from before.

Bale stood up again.    On the current team, only he and Wood have followed Donne for the longest time.    The oldest experience. But Wood is impossible for this kind of thing, so Bell is the only one who stands out.

"But, boss. We don't want to lose the game, or think we can win the game easily. We just... just think this is your last training session, and we are a little distracted... uh. It's distracted."

"Then how can you convince me that you won't be distracted in the local competition tomorrow afternoon? You know, that's the last game of my coaching career, which is much more important than the last training class. Isn't it?" Don't winked at Bell. He said in a jokey tone, but Bell wouldn't understand it as really joking.

Some of the "new players" laughed out loud, it seemed that they didn't know enough about their boss.

Tang En didn't care about the sudden laughter. He just stared at Bell and insisted that he give himself an answer, and it was a satisfactory answer.

What can Bale say? He can say: "I don't think we will make such a mistake, boss." But the boss will definitely not believe him, and may even anger him. Although the boss who made a comeback looks much gentler than before, no one underestimates him. Think about what he said on the first day of his return to the team - if any of you think I'm old, come and try it!

What a resounding sound.

He just hugged his ambition under the shell of a kind old man. If there is any excitement, it might explode.

"I can't guarantee, boss..." Under Tang En's stare, Bell chose to admit his mistake honestly.

"Then I forgot the boring idea of ​​'last training class'." Tang En waved his hand, "just like any day before, continue training. If I see someone absent-mindedly in the training center, I don't mind taking his name off the starting list and the big list."

After Donn said this, he walked towards Chris Lack and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll leave it to you here. David."

"Don't worry, Tony." Chris Lack said to Donndi's back.

Tang En walked out of the crowd, returned to the sidelines again, and became a "spectator" again.

Then he glanced eastward, the fans were still there, and the scene that happened on the training ground was an interesting episode for them, and they were excitedly discussing something.

Tang En pulled the corners of his mouth - look at these fans, their performance is better than their own players, it's true...

Among the fans, Michael Bernard is obviously still the core. He is the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone unconsciously stood around him and surrounded him in the center. But he didn't speak much, and he was not like the football gangster leader and fan leader who dominated this area decades ago. He was wearing shirts, trousers and leather shoes, like an ordinary office worker.

It would be even better if you put another briefcase.

Tang En thought "viciously" in his heart.

After the training, I must go to him, but... it may not be soon.

Tang En thought of the media who should still be guarding outside the training base gate at this time. Once they get the notification, they can come in, and they will definitely not be able to escape.

The team training, which was "taught by Tang En, finally returned to normal. No one dared to be distracted under the nose of the head. They were even more serious and harder than before. Because no one wanted to miss tomorrow's important game because of a distracted head. You should know that it was the last game in the head's coaching career - although Tang En did not let them think. But that was impossible, but mature professional players knew how to temporarily suppress their inner thoughts, or how to turn them into motivation.

After the training, the players had to wait for Tang Enlai to speak again. Tang En waved his hand and refused.

"I've said it all, and it's just a repetition of the past. I'm not interested in wasting your time. I'll go back to the shower and change clothes, don't catch a cold!" Tang En added before turning to the reporter. "Oh, by the way. Your morning training was great."

Don Eun didn't go to the fans, he knew that those reporters who were ready to move would not let him go.

Sure enough, he had just walked to the exit of the training ground and was surrounded by many reporters.

Countless microphones, recorders, and cell phones reached towards him.

"Tomorrow is the last game. Do you have anything to say, Mr. Tang En?"

"I'm very calm, thank you."

"How confident are you to beat Mourinho's team?"

"I don't know, this is not my responsibility. You should ask God. I only know that my goal is victory."

"As long as Manchester United wins you, they can defend the league championship..."

"I know, I'm very happy to have something interesting before I retire." Tang En laughed. This time he was really laughing because it was really interesting. He tried to get his team out of the situation of others' faces in the last round of the league, but he didn't expect Manchester United to need to look at his face.

He is not a sympathetic bad person. He lets go when he has no pursuit. On the contrary, he is so bad that he is very happy to kick Mourinho at a critical moment and kick the other party out of the abyss.

That's right. He did drink with Mourinho in Brazil, but that's all the time. Who told him to become the head coach again by chance and happen to be Mourinho's opponent?

"Do you feel nostalgic for the last training class?"

If this reporter asked Tang En a day in advance, then Tang En would probably nod very seriously. But Tang En had done something that he was reluctant to leave yesterday, and he didn't want to do it again today. Besides, a fifty-year-old, what else can he be reluctant to let go of?

He shook his head: "I just want to play tomorrow. What you said is not being considered."

There are many reporters today, and there are only many problems. Tang En responded patiently one by one, and did not leave as impatiently as before. His temper seemed to be much better than before.

The reporters surrounded him and asked for about twenty minutes, and did not give up until Tang En waved his hand and stopped accepting the interview.

Behind him, the players had already left, and the fans in the east had also left.

Tang En glanced. Michael was not among the people who stayed there. It seemed that he had to take time to go to Burns' bar to find him. Anyway, he was not in a hurry after all afternoon.

Just as Tang En turned around and was about to walk towards the parking lot, he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him. The voice was very, very familiar.

Turning around, Donn saw Michael Bernard standing under the tree by the roadside!
Chapter completed!