Martin O'Neal resigned and only stayed in the Forest for two months. But I was not surprised at all, and I even felt that he left a little late.

For a Premier League head coach, poor performance is not the biggest enemy. It is the interference from the club's senior management. When you become the last insider in the team, what else is there to stay there? For the club owner, the head coach may be just a worker and can be hired by money. Well, I'm very happy to look forward to what other head coaches the chairman of Nottingham Forest can invite to be their puppet.

——This is the first two paragraphs of Don En’s column to the Evening Post. This is his open letter.

After nearly a month of silence, Don't have fired again, this time targeting his former boss, Nottingham Forest.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was very excited. It was not just a swearing person. In this column, he also revealed the real reason why he initially chose not to renew his contract for the first time:

"... When Pepe transferred to AC Milan, I could understand Martin O'Neal's mood. Because a year ago, when Lennon went to Inter Milan, the situation I encountered was exactly the same as him. If I hadn't been able to drink a long time ago, I thought I would have called him and invited him to have a drink together - look at these two poor coaches.

Actually, since I left the job, I had a lot to say, but at that time Martin O'Neal had just taken office. I don't want to talk too much about a team that is no longer my coach, which would cause trouble for the new coach and the team. I don't doubt my influence in that team at all, and yes, I'm very confident in this regard.

I chose to shut up and I think that would be good for the team.

But now the situation has changed, and O'Neal has resigned. I think the situation of the Forest team is no longer bad, so I chose to say those words buried deep in my heart to you.

Life and work are composed of many details. These details are often not taken seriously. But I am a person who cares about details. In Lennon's transfer, I saw what I least want to see - the club's senior management began to get used to reaching out to the team, which was originally absolutely forbidden in the verbal agreement between Evan Dogette and me. But after eleven years, the original verbal agreement was no longer binding. Then I realized that such a situation would only increase over time, exhausting me. Just like Martin O'Neal today. I chose to leave at the most glorious time, and maybe that would give you a beautiful back. But now it seems that perhaps leaving without saying a word did not achieve such an effect, and I backfired...

I must apologize to the fans who still love Nottingham Forest deeply. And I am hurt by this attitude. I am sorry that I cannot continue to coach Nottingham Forest. If possible, I hope to end my coaching career here, but the current environment is not good for me. But no matter where I am, my love for Nottingham Forest, my love for you has never changed..."

The Nottingham Evening Post skillfully put the news pictures of Martin O'Neill's resignation and the introduction of the content of Don't En's open letter on the front page of the account for comparison and reference. It also reminds all readers who purchase this account to see what this issue is.

A story about two men who left Nottingham Forest.

The front page title is also very interesting:

They came here one after another. They left here one after another.

The subtext points directly to the club. This is what Pierce Blues means.

The open letter Tang En wrote very long and occupied half of the page. Tang En didn't know how many words he wrote. Anyway, he kept writing what he had in his heart. When he finished typing these words in front of the computer, his arms were sore that they couldn't straighten.

This article is even more shocking when it comes to the news of Martin O'Neal's resignation.

"Martin O'Neal announced earlier this morning that he had applied to resign as head coach of Nottingham Forest. At present, the club's senior management has not given any response to his application. Our reporter found O'Neal who was about to leave at the gate of Wilford..."

The TV screen was in a mess. The camera was constantly shaking, and the camera was shaking, and O'Neill was standing by the car door and answering reporters' questions:

"My resignation has been approved...it has nothing to do with Tony Donne...I believe they will announce a press conference soon..."

The scene was very noisy, and he couldn't hear clearly, but the key meaning was expressed.

A group of people drinking in the Forest Bar stared at the large-screen LCD TV hanging on the wall in amazement. More than two months ago, they watched the news of Tony Don't suddenly resigning in this same place, and today they saw Martin O'Neal suddenly resigning... Their brains have lost the ability to think and don't know what to say about such a thing.

Perhaps Bill's first reaction was the most real, he cursed "fuck".   I just don't know who he was fucking, what about Martin O'Neal who resigned? Or the club's chairman.                                                                                                 �

The news continued and the door was opened.

Fat John rushed into the door holding a stack of newspapers in both hands.

Seeing Bill standing in front of the TV watching the news, he laughed and walked over. He placed the newspaper in his hand on the table where he was, and then he went to the next table to send the newspaper. When he put a newspaper on every table in the bar, he had just one left in his hand. This was his own.

Someone noticed his abnormal behavior. Then he asked, "What are you doing, fat man? I'm willing to drink. Just read the newspaper."

John leaned against the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Then he said to the man: "Don't you always shouting to ask Tony to resign? There is something on it." He pointed to the newspaper placed in front of the other side, which had the words "outside the number" on it. This was to drive out the special issue of the special issue of the Forest Team today.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people who were so stupid as if they were like wooden stakes that they immediately rushed to scramble for the newspaper in front of them.

Only Bill didn't move, his eyes moved down from the TV screen and turned to John.

John smiled at him, took a sip of wine, and began reading the newspaper.

Tang En's column is much gentler than when he went to war with other columnists, but the irony in his bones is not less.

I was in a good mood today, and under such news background, it seemed very contradictory. His happiness had nothing to do with Nottingham Forest. Anyway, Nottingham Forest was like this, so it would not be surprising if it was broken anyway. What made him happy was that the real Tony Donn was back. Another reason was that Tony Donn, as he thought, had never betrayed them. He had always loved this team and this group of people.

That mood was like knowing that an old friend who had lost contact for many years had been thinking about him, and felt warm from the bottom of his heart.

That's enough. Tony, do a good job in the national team. Although I am a Nottingham Forest fan, I am also an Englishman.

It only took half a day to say it. Martin O'Neal's resignation and Tony Don't have been spread throughout England, and media outlets of all sizes have reprinted the reports, which can be regarded as a "grand occasion".

As the field that just won the triple crown, even if they fired a stadium turf cleaner, they will be on the media. What's more, they have changed two head coaches in two months and have such big news.

It is obvious that Nottingham Forest is in a civil strife... and many people now know the reasons for the civil strife - the club's senior management interfered too much with the team's affairs, which aroused dissatisfaction among the two head coaches, so they protested by not renewing the contract and resigning.

It’s just a pity for those fans and players who are infatuated with Nottingham Forest...

The training that morning was completed under the leadership of the assistant coach, and everyone was absent-minded. Chris Lack originally wanted to continue completing the afternoon training plan, but look at the team like this. Thinking about the reporters who were stuck outside, he temporarily changed his training plan and announced that he would have a half-day holiday in the afternoon.

He is now worried that several of these people will eventually stay in the team.

Only at this moment did he suddenly feel how happy it was to be a powerful person standing beside him, which could make him feel safe. When he encountered difficulties, he would come over and say to himself, "Don't worry, David. I'm here." or grin. Smile at him, "I have an idea. David, do you want to listen?"

Wood received a call from Billy Wood on the way home.

"Martin O'Neal has also resigned. Are you planning to stay in such a team? Real Madrid has offered you an annual salary of 15 million euros before tax. As long as you are willing to sign, this is your income in the next four years."

This time, the captain of the Forest team unexpectedly did not hesitate and resolutely refused his agent.

"No, I'm going to stay here."

"I can expect the fate of this team in the next few years - the decline in performance and the damage to reputation, and the hatred that has been formed with other teams in the past decade, everyone wants to defeat the previously arrogant Triple Crown champion.    Your game will be very difficult. You may not even win a championship, George." Wux calmly analyzed the disadvantages of staying in the Forest team for him.

"I don't care, I've won enough land championships."

Wux chuckled: "That's right, you've already won all the honors you can get as a club player. But I still don't want you to stay here. Evan Dogette is a big idiot, and his old friend is a small idiot, so the team is not worthy of your loyalty. You are the best player in the world, George. You should play football on the best team and show your abilities to the world."

"Do you think your income will be reduced if I stay here?"

Wood laughed, he thought Wood was so cute. He even coughed: "Ha...ahhhh! I don't mind how much money I make, George. I care about you."

"I think there is enough money now."

"But do you feel happy to play football in such a team?"

"Happiness." George Wood replied.

"You are lying, George. Tell me the real reason. Otherwise, I will not finish my life with you. I will call you in the middle of the night and tell you which club has fallen in love with my dear George." This old man is really like a naughty boy.

Wood was silent for a while and he was almost home.   It would be bad if he continued to get involved with the old man like this.   It would be difficult to ask his mother if he was asked about his agent.    It is easy to deal with his agent, but it is difficult to deal with his mother.

"I remind you, don't think about making up a reason to fool me.  I have walked more bridges than you have walked, baby."

Wood said: "Because I am the captain."

Wood thought Wood would say several words to explain. But Wood said this and then didn't say anything, which made him feel like his heart was hanging in the air. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "That's it? It's gone?"

"It's gone."

"What are you thinking? If you have a new coach for the captain, you might be replaced. It doesn't mean anything. If you give you a captain's armband, you can win over your loyalty. Your loyalty is too worthless... What's wrong with you? Are you excited by what happened today, dear?"

"I'm not that much. I'm telling the truth. I'm the captain, I can't throw my team down. I don't want to throw a group of people like him and leave by myself!" Wood rarely raised the volume of his speech and increased his tone.

This time it was Wood's turn to remain silent. He knew who "he" was in Wood's mouth.

"Okay. George... It's up to you. As long as you think you're good at doing this. But this is a bad excuse!" Wux hung up the phone fiercely.

The night was getting darker, and the last ray of sunset outside the window hung at the junction of the sky and the horizon to the west. It was clearly visible through the flat terrain of Wilford and the view of no tall buildings around it.

Surrounded by dense woods, Vilford seeped out ink-like black in the backdrop of the afterglow. At this time, even the turf maintenance workers left.   There were only lights in the club chairman's office in Vilford.

Evan Dogette stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the twilight. On the table behind him was placed an Nottingham Evening Post, which was published this afternoon.

There are only four versions outside the name, two versions belong to Martin O'Neal. Two versions belong to Tony Don.

He read all of them, and read them with a normal heart that was beyond Allen's expectations. The so-called "normal heart" was observed by Allen, which means that the club chairman did not swear angrily during the reading, or stopped reading, and then crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into pieces, lit it with a lighter, etc. He finished reading all the articles quietly, and sat there without saying a word.

Allen knew that from today on he would face more right and wrong, and it was not wise to disturb him at this time. So he quietly said goodbye.

In fact, Evan had come back from his daze, and now he is hiding from the media. He knows that there will be many media outside who want to interview him. Even if the club has announced a press conference tomorrow afternoon, the hungry paparazzi are still not satisfied. They want to know more and more insider news. Or... they just want to take a photo of the face with Evan Dogette's in a hurry on it.

When the last ray of light disappeared under the heavy night, Evan Dogette walked out of the three-story building that had already been pitch black like a thief, slipped against the wall to the parking lot, and his driver was already waiting for him to fall asleep in the car. He had to knock on the window and lean his head tilted against the driver's seat, and he opened his mouth wide and drooled.

"Ah? Sir. Sorry... I fell asleep... Sorry..." The confused driver opened the car window. He wiped off the sticky saliva from his chin with his other hand and apologized to Evan stutteringly.

But Evan slapped the car door impatiently and interrupted him. “Open the door and go home!”

When the dark red Audi car appeared at the door, the police illusion made an illusion that the front of the car was alive, and it swung left and right, as if observing the situation ahead.

The driver whistled and signaled the guard to open the closed door, but was scolded by the Chairman.

"Don't honk!"

He was afraid that the sound would be heard by reporters who didn't know where to hide, but at this time, it should be said that there shouldn't be any more reporters nearby... or is it just "being guilty"?

The beautiful modern electric door slowly moved in front of Evan Dogette to give way out the passage. But in his eyes, this thing moved slower than a snail. He missed the carved iron door that had been removed before. Ian McDonald stretched out his hand as if he was a young man when he opened the door. The speed was much faster than the modern thing controlled by computer programs!

When the gate had just moved halfway through the rumbling sound, Evan urged his driver to drive through. For him, waiting for one more second here would be a little more dangerous.

But he still miscalculated. When his car had just driven out of the gate and was at the slowest speed, a group of reporters who had come out of nowhere suddenly appeared on both sides and in front of his car.

The driver was startled and stepped on the brakes.

Now that I can't escape.

When the reporters saw the car stop, they rushed up, holding the camera, the camera, and the microphone reached towards the rear window.

"Mr. Dogerty! Can you express your opinion on O'Neal's resignation?"

"Tony Done claims that his departure is entirely your responsibility, do you have anything to respond to, Mr. Dogerty?"

"What do you think about losing two head coaches in a row within two months?"

"Mr. Dogerty, can you answer a few questions? Only a few!"

"Nottingham Forest has lost its head coach less than half a month before the start of the league. Do you have a new head coach? "

"How is the team going forward? It is said that Real Madrid has made another offer to George Wood. Will he leave?"

Countless questions were striking Evan Dogette with flashes. In the night, his face was pale with flashes.

He tried his best to make his expression look better, then ignored the reporters and just urged the driver to drive and leave the place.

When the car started again, the reporters blocked the front back and took pictures. When they were sure that they could never take any new things, they moved open the passage in front.

The dark red Audi engine made a roar that had been suppressed for a long time, and left in front of the reporters in a hurry as if they were fleeing.

A photographer pressed the shutter on the butt of the car that raised a gust of dust.
Chapter completed!