"By the way, if it doesn't rain tomorrow, you can water this field more an hour before the game starts."

Hearing Tang En say this, Andrew knew what was going on. He asked excitedly, "How much more water, Mr. Tang En?"

Tang En looked at Andrew, who suddenly realized, and grinned brightly: "If I say you can flood the place...will it be okay?"

Andrew laughed: "Mr. Don't worry. I will do this. It's definitely not to make Arsenal's children feel comfortable playing football here."

Because tomorrow is the game, today's training ended soon, but at the end Wood's understanding of defensive position still made little progress. Chris Lack sighed at Donn, shook his head and went back to the shower to change clothes.

The players lowered their heads and ran back to the locker room, only Wood was standing on the court in a daze. His performance today was really bad enough on this muddy field. But it doesn't matter, just know your shortcomings.

Don Eun will never worry that Wood will lose the motivation to move forward due to scolding and blows, because his reason for playing football is different from other children on the team. He has a tough body and a tough nerve.

Tang En walked forward and patted Wood in a daze.

"Go back and change your clothes. Be careful of a cold."

Wood looked up at Tang En, hesitated for a moment. Then he asked, "Are I still on the list tomorrow?"

"Of course." Tang En nodded, "Go back quickly. If you have a cold, I have to delete you from the list."

Wood then ran back to the locker room. Looking at his back, Donn was also worried about the problems that Chris Lack was worried about.

The sky was getting dark outside. Because of the cloudy and rainy day, it was darker than half past five, as if it was dark. The drizzle hit the glass windows and the ground, making continuous crackling sounds. From time to time, someone ran past the window.

The sound of feet stomping in the puddle was from far to near, and from near to far. Because of the weather, the streets outside were much deserted, and the children gathered together and were no longer clamored by men and women.

Although it was very cold outside, the simple kitchen and dining room looked particularly warm because of the warm fire, orange lights and fragrant black tea.

This is the feeling of home.

Although the family of two people living here doesn't have much money, they are much warmer than Tang En's empty and deserted house.

George Wood, who had taken a hot shower, would get dirty during training. He threw all the clothes that were rained in the rain on the way back into the washing machine, then poured the water from the bucket in, scooped a spoonful of washing powder, covered the lid, and unscrewed the switch.

After all this, he returned to the kitchen to help his mother wash dishes. Sophia sat at the dining table and cut potatoes to prepare for dinner, although it was still early.

"George."

"Hmm?" Wood took out the washed milk pot from the water, wiped it dry and put it aside. He picked up the plate and put it in the water.

"If mom remembers correctly, you will have a game tomorrow?" Sophia lowered her head and cut the potatoes into pieces and asked casually.

Wood nodded again. Even at his own home, he didn't speak much.

"Are you put on Mr. Tang En's list again?"

"I've entered."

"Will you come on stage this time?"

Wood stopped the work in his hand and looked at the tap water flowing out of the faucet for a while. Then he shook his head: "I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Maybe I didn't play well enough."

"What should I do?" Mom asked again.

Wood continued to shake his head, "I don't know. Don't think it's OK."

"George, you want to call him sir." Sophia corrected her son's impolite behavior.

Wood said reluctantly: "Mr. Done."

Sophia smiled: "I want to... go to see your game tomorrow."

With a "slam", the plate in Wood's hand slid into the water. He turned around and looked at his mother in surprise. "Your body..."

"Just walk. Don't think of your mother as bad as you, George." Mom Sophia said to Wood with a smile, but her son did not give in. He frowned and didn't nod.

In this way, the mother looked at her son with a smile, while the son looked at her mother with a gloomy face, and the sound of water behind her was rustling. Sophia pointed to the pool behind her son and reminded: "It's overflowing, George."

Wood turned around and turned off the faucet. He continued to wash his plate.

"George, do you like playing football?" Sophia changed the topic.

Wood shook his head.

"Do you don't like it or don't know?"

"have no idea. "

"Then have you been happy when you play football?"

"I... haven't thought about it."

"It won't work if this continues." Sophia put down the potatoes and knife in her hand, then got up and went to her bedroom. Then she took out a mirror from it, walked behind Wood, and slowly placed the mirror in front of Wood.

Wood looked at himself in the mirror and didn't understand what his mother was doing.

"Look, George." Mom's whisper rang behind Wood's ear. "Why do you always frown? Has anyone upset you?"

"No. Mom." Wood shook his head.

"Smile, George. Don't you think you'll be handsome when you smile?"

Wood in the mirror grinned, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth.

"Little Lion George." Mom grabbed Wood's long, shiny hair, which were scattered on his head, like a lion's mane.

Sophia, who had been intimate with her son, returned to the dining table. "What do you think of Mr. Tangen?" She asked casually, but Wood focused. "It was optimistic and cheerful, and every day seemed to be full of energy.

George, you should be like him." Mom didn't notice Wood's expression change, she lowered her head and focused on cutting potatoes.

"I've decided. If it doesn't rain tomorrow, I'll go and watch your competition."

Tang En was having supper in the Forest Bar while looking up at the weather forecast program on TV.

“…There will be light to moderate rain in Nottingham tomorrow from day to night, and the temperature will be....”

"yeah!" Tang En clenched his fists. This was the weather he hoped for the most.

Burns put down the newspaper next to him and said to him: "You value tomorrow's game very much, Tony."

"Of course, we will enter the fourth round after winning." Tang En lowered his head and ate the rice.

"How much is the winning rate?" asked Bruce, who was sitting opposite him.

Don En shook his head: "It's hard to say. Arsenal is very strong. There are a few powerful little guys in their team. Especially the Spaniard..."

"You mean that Fabregas? But he is only sixteen years old." Bruce shrugged.

"Mr. Journalist, for some people, age is not the problem that affects their performance. We generally call this kind of person 'genius'." Tang En pushed the plate, drank a sip of beer, rinsed his mouth, and finished his dinner.

The impact of Donn's time travel has been increasingly seen before him, but fortunately it did not affect some important events, such as the transfer of Francesque Fabregas.

Just after October 1, the young midfielder of Barcelona B team turned to London Premier League team Arsenal.

Professor Wenger can't wait until the transfer window opens next January to get the best player in the U16 World Cup, although he can't give Fabregas a first team position yet.

"Oh, don't worry, Tony!" Fatty John said to Don loudly with a glass of wine, "At that time, we will go to cheer for your team, and I hope it won't scare the boys in Arsenal!"

His words were approved by others, and everyone said they would go to watch this youth team game.

Don Eun raised his wine glass with gratitude: "But John, only station tickets are sold."

The competition is held in the training base, and tickets are not sold at all. You can watch it anytime, just stand outside the barbed wire on the sidelines. Compared with the plastic seat stands of the city stadium, this is of course a "stop ticket".

"It's okay, just let us squat and watch the football..."

The thin Bill interrupted John: "Wrong, fat man. We can squat down to watch the football, but you can't. If you can really squat down, just prepare to sew your pants yourself! Ah hahaha!"

Everyone in the bar laughed.

John scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's okay, just squat and stand. But Tony... so many of us are going to watch the game, don't lose for us!"
Chapter completed!