Chapter 57 Walker's Farewell (Part 1)

It has entered November, and the league events are intensive. But Don't have his work as usual, leaving all the training to Chris Lack, just occasionally giving Wood a guide. After the game against Arsenal, everyone knows how powerful George Wood is in one-on-one defense, and the disadvantage is in the defensive booth. So now the coaching staff has consciously reduced the man-to-man practice and let Wood participate in the round-trip game to practice his sense of defensive position. Both Don and Chris Lack agree that George Wood is a defensive genius. As long as he trains well and participates in more games and accumulates experience, this kid has a bright future.

On the other hand, Tang En also focused more attention on the future. Although Evan did not tell him the clear date of return, Tang En calculated that it should be around the winter break period, and it would be useless if it was late... If it was early, I wonder if Evan had done what he planned?

It seemed as if to verify the information that Don En searched online that day, Nottingham Forest's stock price continued to fall, and had fallen to nineteen pence.

He knew that Evan should do it... no, maybe he had already done it.

Then it's time to do it myself...

Scouts are an indispensable staffing configuration in any professional football club. They are familiar with the football environment in a certain place. They have extensive social interactions, are well-informed and have unique vision. They are an indispensable profession for providing fresh blood to the team.

It costs a lot of money to raise a scout. The expenses are not only the scout's salary, but also the car fee, accommodation fee, equipment fee... and even the activity funds of the players' families. The Forest team in the economic crisis obviously had no intention of taking care of the scouts, so many people left at that time. Now there are only three people who are left - 58-year-old scout Ian Stuart Moore, 35-year-old Dave Johnston, and 43-year-old Colin Hudson.

The two of them were away for a long time, and they were not even natives from Nottingham. They contacted the club and wrote back from time to time to explain where they had found excellent young players, and attached videos of the person playing football - if conditions permit. It is almost impossible to find them in the team's training base.

Another scout, Mr. Stuart Moore, was responsible for the search for players around Nottingham. So in theory, he should have been occasionally seen in the training base. Donne recalled that since he became the head coach of the first team, he had not seen Mr. Stuart Moore in Wilford - although it is said that Stuart Moore had appeared in the training base during that time.

This man is indefinitely circulated and now he needs his help. Should he wait for the training base?

Tang En decided to go to Walker. This guy must have known Stu Remore's phone number and home address. He couldn't find it at the club, so he called his house. He came to visit.

Do it when you think about it. Don An was not worried that he would meet Colimore on the sidelines when he went to the first team training ground now, and everyone would be embarrassed. Because he knew that the probability of Colimore appearing on the sidelines at this time was infinitely close to zero.

The team's performance is not good, that idiot is a bit like a trash...

When he walked to the side of the first team training ground, the team training was over, and the players either took a shower and changed clothes in the locker room or had left the training base.

He didn't seem to be in high spirits when he saw Walker standing with an old man. The old man turned his back to Tangen and kept shaking his head. Walker was talking about something repeatedly.

Tang En walked up quickly and waved to Walker who was facing him. Walker saw him, said something to the old man, and walked towards Tang En.

"Tony, why do you think of coming here to find me? I remember you have been to the youth team since you went to the youth team. But you have never been here once."

"Of course, you know... I don't want to see that guy Collimore. But I came here today to find you. Des, do you know the phone number and home address of Ian Sturay More?" asked Donn.

When Walker heard the name Tang En said, he was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "You came so coincidental. Tony." He gestured to Tang En to look at the old man behind him with his eyes. "Did you see it?"

"Who is he?" Tang En asked in confusion.

"The person you are looking for, Mr. Ian Sturay Moore, the team's chief scout."

"Ah? Thank God!" Tang En clapped his hands, it was a coincidence! He appeared in front of him when he needed him. "Thank you too, Des." He patted Walker on the shoulder and walked towards the old man.

"Hey, Tony. But..." Tang En continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard Walker's words. Looking at his back, Walker sighed, "Forget it..."

Situ Lei Moore saw a young man reaching out to him with a smile... Do you want to shake hands? So he also stretched out his hand.

"Mr. Stu Lei Moore, I'm very happy to meet you. I am Tony Tangen, the director of the youth team." Tangen introduced himself.

"I've heard of you. Mr. Tangen." Moore nodded. He said slowly.

At the age of fifty-eight, he had white hair and his face was crisscrossed. The eyes that had found countless young talents were deeply trapped in their eye sockets. It was not very real under the twilight, but Tang En could occasionally see a flash of light flashing through the darkness.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Moore asked slowly.

Tang En smiled: "That's right, I want to ask Mr. Moore to help me find someone..."

Before he finished speaking, Moore shook his head and refused his request. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Tang En. I have decided to retire.”

"What?" Tang En thought he had heard it wrong.

Walker walked up next to him and sighed: "Mr. Moore came to me to say this. I wanted to persuade him to change his mind, but it seems unlikely now..." He shrugged, helpless.

"But..." Tang En looked up and down at Stu Lei Moore, "But your body looks great, not worse than those professional players at all!"

Moore smiled slightly: "Thank you Mr. Tang En for your compliment. If you refer to those professional players now..." He pointed to come out of the locker room in the distance and walked towards the parking lot in three or three to two, Forest team players, "I think I can even run better than them. But here..." He pointed to his heart again, "I'm tired."

Tang En understood that he was another person who was knocked down by the Forest team's consecutive poor results and the darkness that could not see the future. What else could he ask for in the face of this old man who has contributed more than 30 years to the team? He could say here, "Don't worry, Mr. Moore. I will become the master here soon. At that time, the Forest team will definitely have a bright future"?

He cannot, because he himself doesn't know what will happen in the future... No, maybe he should say that he knows that the fate of some people and some things will happen in the next few years, but he doesn't know his future fate, and he doesn't even know his fate tomorrow.

"Did Mr. Chairman agree?" Tang En didn't want this experienced old scout to leave like this, and he wanted to keep it himself.

Moore nodded: "Yes, he agreed to me retire."

What is this bastard Evan doing? Such a person is the club's wealth and should be firmly grasped. How can he let him go? Tang En cursed in his heart. Then he looked up at Moore, and he was unwilling to give up.

"Although you have decided to retire, can I ask you to help me find someone in my private capacity?"

Moore looked at Tang En, and then said, "I want to meet someone who can make Mr. Tang En so persistent...I also want to meet."

Is this considered agreeing? Tang En smiled. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Situ Lei Moore, which stated the name of the person he was looking for.

"Eastwood?" Moore said the name above. "Only this? Nothing else? Is this a surname or a name?"

"It's the surname... Uh, I can't remember his name very clearly." Tang En didn't lie. He remembered this person's surname because he could translate it into Chinese: Eastwood - eastwood. As for that name, he really doesn't remember it.

"Mr. Done, there are tens of thousands of people in the UK with the surname Eastwood - men, women, adults, children, elderly people... Even your hometown is Eastwood." Moore shook his head. Finding a job is like looking for a needle in a haystack. He wanted to refuse.

Tang En quickly added: "I have some other relevant information, I believe it can help you, Mr. Moore. He used to be a player of the West Ham youth team, about... he was still there about last season. But I checked it online and there is no such person in West Ham now. I don't know where he is."
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