Chapter 14 Van der Fate

Although the team's training in the Netherlands has not yet arrived, head coach Tony Donn has taken his assistant coach Donn to the Tulips country.

This is not a trip. If you want to travel, Tang En would not go with Tang. It is a place full of imagination...

Van der Fate was warming up with his beautiful wife Sylvia at home, but received a call from his agent Sauron Ribby.

Although the ringtones from the phone are Van der Fate's favorite music, they also sound particularly harsh at such inappropriate times.

Sylvia, who was lying on the bed, rolled her eyes. She could clearly feel that her husband's body had changed. This should not be what he himself hoped to happen...

"Uh..." Van der Fat was a little embarrassed. He looked at his wife apologetically, got up from her, and took the phone on the bedside table.

"Soren, do you know when it is now?" He answered the phone in anger, and looked up at the small alarm clock on the bedside table.

It's 11:30 p.m.

"I'm so sorry, Raphael. But I think this news should be told to you.

"With his agent, Soren Lebe, of course, knew that he had disturbed Van der Fate's good things, but sex can be done every night as long as he is willing to do it. Now he wants to tell Van der Fate's things that he doesn't happen every day.

After knowing that it was something about his future, Van der Fat didn't bother to get angry. He lowered his head and gave Sylvia a kiss, then got up and left the bed, and walked towards the living room naked.

"Okay, tell me, Sauron."

"Thirty minutes ago, I received a call from the head coach of Nottingham Forest."

"Nottingham Forest?" Van der Fate said this somewhat difficult-to-mouthed name, "Which team is the second-place team in the European Champions League?"

"Yes. They asked me about you and could tell they were interested in you, Raphael."

Van der Fate fell into silence.

At this time, his wife Sylvia had already dressed and walked out of the bedroom, took a coat and put it on Vanderfate.

Van der Fate looked back at his beautiful wife and grabbed her hand.

"Raphael, you compared Lind's promise a season ago and stayed in Ajax for another year. Now you have completed this promise. There are many clubs outside that you hope you will join, Nottingham Forest is one of them."

"Yes, I know all those invitations, but... I don't like some invitations."

"Of course I know this. I talked with the Nottingham Forest head coach on the phone for thirty minutes before deciding to call you. If it is a club that does not meet your requirements, it will be filtered here."

"Thirty minutes?" Van der Fate suddenly became interested in Nottingham Forest coach.

Sauron Lebir is a famous Dutch agent and is usually very busy. It is rare to be able to talk to a head coach who has first contact with him for thirty minutes on the phone.

"Well, we talked about a lot of things, all about you. He asked me, or I asked him, and from my intuition, I think he is a very sincere person..."

"What do you think I should do?"

"He hopes to meet you in Amsterdam. Have a good chat."

"Okay, I agree."

After finishing the call with the agent, Sylvia came over and said, "Which club is this time?"

"England, Nottingham Forest. They were the runner-up of the European Champions League last season. They lost to Barcelona in the final." Van der Fate explained to his wife.

"Are you going to meet their head coach?"

"Um. "

"What will happen?" Sylvia leaned her face against Vanderfate's shoulder.

"This is not accurate..." Van der Fate turned his face to his wife, "Let's continue?"

Sylvia jumped away from Van der Fate: "You're excited again!"

With a laugh, Van der Fate picked up his wife and walked into the bedroom.

As Van der Fat continued to be tender with his wife, Sauron LeBill called Tony Donndi.

"He agreed, Mr. Tang En. We can meet and have a conversation."

"This is really the best news I have heard." Tang En laughed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At first he was worried that Van der Fate would not meet him so easily.

"You know, Mr. Donne. As Raphael's agent, I hope his future is guaranteed. At the same time, there are still many clubs pursuing him, including big clubs like Real Madrid and Bayern Munich."

"I understand. If he has any doubts, he can call his teammate Van der Sar in the Netherlands and hear what he says about my team." Don't have confidence in this.

Of course, he didn't want to buy Vanderfate and the rich people. He had his own judgment and ideas. Before coming, he had already made a tactical plan with Tang if Vanderfate successfully joined the team.

When he buys a player, he doesn't care about the player's value, nationality, personality, private life and other messy factors that have nothing to do with the game. The first thing he focuses on is whether he is what the team needs. As long as it is what the team needs.

Then he will buy it no matter how expensive it is. If the team doesn’t need it, no matter how cheap it is, no matter how good it is.

This has something to do with his personal consumption concept. He is such a person in life. Whether it is before or after time travel.

If you don’t like land, you will think it’s expensive for a dollar. If you like, you will be willing to pay for it no matter how much land you pay for it.

"I hope it's really as you said, Mr. Tang En. Let's contact you tomorrow. It's getting late, and you just arrived in the Netherlands..."

"Aha, didn't the Dutch nightlife just begin now?" asked Don.

Lebir on the other end of the phone laughed: "The red light district is not as beautiful as the legendary one. If you want to go, Mr. Tangen, be careful."

"Uh... I just asked casually." Tang En also knew that now is not the time to look for flowers and willows.

The Amsterdam Red Light District is a world-famous gathering place for sex trades, but at the same time, behind those sexy and seductive "windowgirls", there are also many sins.

There is a gray area secretly controlled by underworld forces, with drug trafficking and human smuggling rampant, and petty thefts and so on.

After hanging up the phone, Tang En clapped at Tang and said, "Good news, Van der Fate promised to meet us."

"The bad news is, can you go to the red light district that you have admired for a long time?" Tang followed.

Tang En coughed twice: "I don't have that interest in performing in the street..."

"It doesn't matter, it's covered by a curtain."

"You are very familiar with it..." Tang En glared at Tang.

Unexpectedly, he shrugged: "Google is very powerful. Just say serious, put the training ground here. Be careful of the young men in the team who are full of energy."

It turned out that it was precisely from this perspective that he would search online for information about the Amsterdam red light district. This focus on details is the main reason why Don En values ​​him.

Tang En pondered for a while, then said, "Well... I will issue relevant regulations. But now consider Van der Fate's matter first. Come on, let's sort out the persuasion strategy after meeting..."

"Do you want me to introduce you to the team you are going to meet soon?" On the way from the training ground to where Donn was staying, agent Soren LeBill sat in the passenger seat and said to Fadfat, who was driving.

"I know they reached the Champions League final this season, which is a bit unexpected. Do they have any other stories?"

Not everyone knows the Red Forest, which once dominated the European football world, now. Van der Fart did not care about the development history of English football before. It is normal for him to not know the history of Nottingham Forest.

"Well... there is, and it's still brilliant and surprising to you." Lebir looked down at the information on his thigh. "The winners of the European Champions League twice in a row are their peak."

Van der Fat, who was driving, turned his head and looked at his agent, and was indeed a little surprised.

"78-79, 79-80, two consecutive seasons. Also before Arsenal in 2004.

They are the holders of the longest record of unbeaten in England's top domestic leagues, and they also set in those two seasons - forty-two games."

"But I've never heard of their names before..."

"It's normal, after the Premier League began, they fell quickly. Then they were down to the second-level league in England.

It was not until... that they returned in the past four years. After that, as a newly promoted team, they won the fourth place in the English Premier League in 2004-05 and qualified for the 2005-06 Champions League. Then... As you can see, they entered the finals of last season's Champions League and almost won Barcelona.

"The agent LeBill flipped over the above information. "I think it's useless to say these. No one knows the past.

I'll introduce you to this young coach who almost replicates the legend of Brian Clauve in the history of their club."

Van der Fate quickly searched in his mind, and soon an image popped up: "The head coach who gave the silver medal he had just received to the sidelines caddie at the award ceremony?"

Hearing this description, Lebir laughed: "That's right. It seems that his image is deeply rooted in people's hearts."

"I was impressed by the fact that he was the first person I've ever seen to do this."

"What do you think of him doing this?"

"It's hard to say..." Van der Fat was silent for a while, "I don't know how to evaluate it."

"He is such a person." LeBill continued. "Some people like and some people hate it. And they are all extreme. He is called a coach in England who can be on par with Mourinho, of course. I mean temper.

"At this point, Lebir picked up a thick stack of materials placed on his thighs and shook at Vanderfate.

"Listen, you can't make a rustling sound even if you are thick."

"What is this?" Van der Fate glanced at him while driving.

"Some information about this head coach's personality is only part of...his personality, his remarks, his coaching achievements, tactical style, personal preferences, and some interesting gossip stories - thanks to the developed British media.

This is just something I collected casually.

I now think it is difficult to describe him to you on the road, so I will choose some key points... First of all, most people believe that this head coach is a person who is very good at adjusting the atmosphere of the locker room and is good at getting along with his players. Under his management, there are no confirmed scandals in the locker room in Nottingham Forest.

Secondly. Most people think that Tony Don is the head coach who attaches more importance to defense..."

Hearing this, Van der Fart frowned.

Lebir saw it: "What I said is people's opinions, it does not mean me, nor does it mean you. What kind of person and head coach he is, you need to observe it yourself... It's here.

"He pointed to the corner in front of the street, where there was a hotel of not large size.
To be continued...