After getting up in the morning, there was still a little pain near Tangen's temple. Yesterday, he drank a lot at the Forest Bar in Burns with Walker because he was happy. He still remembers how the people in the bar congratulated them, and Burns was also very happy, because almost all the wine he invited yesterday was invited.

The only shame is that Don didn't see Michael and the others. Maybe they felt embarrassed and changed the bar to party.

Sitting on the bed for a while, Tang En got up and put on clothes and wash. Then when he was looking for breakfast in the kitchen, he saw the red note posted on the refrigerator door.

Looking at the oath above, he sighed softly.

Don En had accepted the fact that he was the acting head coach of the Forests and had changed from a Chinese to a British man. He took out a simple breakfast and put it on the dining table, then went out to take out today's newspaper from the mailbox and began to look.

As an ordinary Chinese citizen, he did not originally have the habit of reading newspapers while having breakfast. This is completely because the British genes in his body are working. It seems that his body must adapt to this split living habit for a long time.

Turn the newspaper directly to the ninth page, which was the sports page. He saw many reports about yesterday's game. Because this is the Nottingham local newspaper "Nottingham Evening Post", many of the articles are naturally news of the Nottingham Forests game. Tang En roughly scanned it. Basically, they describe the thrilling game yesterday. Tang En was already familiar with the game process, but what he described from others gave him a different feeling. Seeing the reporters describing himself like a famous coach, Tang En was in a good mood.

But the next thing was not that good. I don’t know how the reporters found fans who had entered the locker room. The media mixed praise and criticism of this matter. Some people said that it was no big deal. Special circumstances were treated specially. Tony Tangen also made the team's performance and to stimulate the players' fighting spirit, and the effect was very good. Another part of the media criticized Tangen's irresponsible approach, and they believed that the locker room was a sacred place and not even a cat or a dog could enter. No matter what the reason was, this approach was not worthy of praise or promotion.

Tang En scoffed at this. He didn't think there was anything sacred about the locker room. The media thought it was sacred just because they couldn't enter, so it was full of speculation and whitewash. Let them see with their own eyes the forest team locker room where they had an intermission yesterday. No fool would think it was sacred.

He threw the newspaper aside and prepared to continue breakfast. Suddenly he found that another newspaper headline was scary and eye-catching.

"We were raped!"

The word "rape" (Rape) has been amplified and specially treated, black and bold.

This is very familiar... Well? Isn't this what I said at the press conference yesterday? Look at the photo below, which is exactly the way I said this at the press conference.

Ha, it became the cover character. Tang En grinned and picked up the newspaper and read it carefully. There was no substantial content, just to target the referee twice yesterday.

“…Tony Donne has good reason to think that his team was raped by the referee and the FA…”

Hello, I didn't say anything bad about Football!

"From the post-match video, the two penalty points are a bit far-fetched. If the last offside ball is barely said, then Dawson's goal was called an offensive foul, it would be a bit unreasonable."

Tang En nodded. I like this tone. It is indeed unreasonable, very unreasonable.

"...Our reporter asked John Baker, an official who specializes in refereeship affairs at the FA. He said the FA is studying the matter and the game video and cannot give any answer at present. But he believes that the word 'rape' is obviously inappropriate. We then interviewed the referee on duty, Winter, who insisted that there was no problem with his judgment..."

After yawning, Tang En threw the newspaper aside. He remembered that he had another important thing to do this morning. Sitting here to read the newspaper was a waste of time.

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Forty minutes later, he stood at the gate of the Royal Hospital of Nottingham University. It was a six-story building made of huge bluestone. Two gargoyles statues stood on both sides of the gate, which made him feel that this was not like a hospital, but more like a dark monastery in the medieval European era.

Tang En's so-called important thing is to go to an authoritative and trustworthy hospital for a brain examination. Since he possessed this body that day, he has been worried about whether there will be any sequelae. In addition, in order to make it easier to block some people's mouths in the future, he chose to go to the most authoritative hospital for examination.

The Royal Hospital of Nottingham has served the England National Team and the FA, and Don believes in the level here.

After leaving a screaming ambulance, Tang En walked around the flower bed, stepped onto the steps, and walked into the hall.

Standing at the registration office, he said to the fat sister who was working in the middle: "I want to have a brain surgery number, the best brain surgery expert here..." He didn't know which one should he find for his problem, so he simply said a general "brain surgery".

"Are there any reservations, sir?"

"Uh, no." Tang En rarely goes to the hospital. He hates the atmosphere and taste there. He doesn't know that he has to make an appointment for a brain examination.

The fat sister raised her head and was stunned. Then she picked up the phone number at hand: "Professor Constantine. There is a patient here who needs you..." Tang En couldn't hear the words afterwards. He felt that the fat sister seemed to be hiding from him, so he turned her face outside, looking at the people coming and going in the hall with boredom.

"Sir, please go to Room 415 on the fourth floor. Professor Constantine will be waiting for you there." The fat sister handed out a note with a number printed on it.

"Thank you." Tang En took the note and turned away. The fat sister picked up a newspaper on the table and compared it carefully. It was the newspaper that Tang En saw at breakfast. Below the sentence "We were raped!", there was a large frontal photo of him.

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I took the elevator to the fourth floor and found room 415 smoothly according to the door number. He knocked on the door, and a slightly sharp voice sounded inside: "Please come in."

Tang En pushed the door and saw a messy desk opposite the door. A man in his fifty years old was working behind the computer. Hearing the door, he raised his head and had a pair of squinting eyes under his glasses.

"Mr. Tony Donne?"

"How do you know?" Tang En was a little surprised. He didn't remember the name he had reported.

The old man pulled out a newspaper from the computer, which contained a large photo of him and the words that were so familiar that they could not be familiar with him.

Tang En rolled his eyes. The old man laughed. "Ms. Lillis just now told me that there was a patient who looked very much like the head coach of the Forest team to ask for treatment. To be honest, I thought she had admitted it wrong because she never watched the Forest team game."

Tang En nodded to express his understanding: "Woman..."

"No, she is a loyal Nordsshire fan." The old man walked out from behind the table and took out a disposable paper cup, "Please sit. Do you want hot coffee?"

"Thank you." Tang En really wanted to find a chair to sit down, but there were almost all kinds of information everywhere. He felt that standing was a problem. Let alone sitting.

Professor Constantine also saw Don En's dilemma. He put the paper cup on the table, then picked up a pile of messy papers on the sofa, and then placed them on another sofa. Don En always felt that these papers might crush the poor sofa.

The old man smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's too messy."

Tang En nodded in understanding: "I only have one question. How do you quickly find the information you need from these piles of paper?"

"It's all here." Constantine pointed to his head, "those papers...uh, I actually used them to cushion the cup."

Only then did Tang En realize that under the coffee cup in front of him was a piece of paper full of formulas and numbers. He had no words to the old man.

"Actually, I can probably guess what Manager Tang En is coming to me for."

"oh?"

Constantine pulled out another newspaper from the pile of waste paper, which contained a photo of Don Eun falling to the ground. Don Eun rolled his eyes again.

"Yes, I've been hit here..." Tang En touched the back of his head and said, "I found that I was completely different from myself before, as if I had become a different person."

Constantine sat in the corner of the table, looked at Don En interested, and signaled him to continue.

"Well... I used to be, I didn't smoke or drink, and I lived a very regular life, I didn't have any nightlife, I was taciturn and not very sociable." Tang En expressed the character and lifestyle of Tony Tang En in his memory. "You wouldn't see me directing the game loudly on the sidelines, nor would you see me coming to you to say so much. Kenny Burns said I was like a Puritan, and although I knew I was not, I did look like it."

"Then you are enthusiastic and lively, extroverted, rich body language, and have a hot and impatient temper. Life is not so regular, you will swear, be impulsive in doing things, and ignore the consequences... In short, you are the ones you are now," Constantine added to Tangen.

"Totally correct, how do you know?"

"You can easily draw conclusions from your words and deeds. Well, I have heard some interesting stories about what you are talking about before. After some stimulation, someone suddenly becomes another person. He can easily say the names of the streets thousands of miles away, or even speak completely unfamiliar language. Of course, these are all interesting stories, rumors that have not been scientifically proven." Constantine touched her chin and smacked her lips, and then he waved her hand, "Come on, let's do a comprehensive brain examination for you first."

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Half an hour later, Donn and Constantine sat in Room 415 again and continued the topic. The coffee was already cold, but no one cared about it, and Donn never took a sip.

"From the examination, your brain nerves are normal and intact. It seems that you have not been hit by any external force... I can even declare that you are a healthy normal person." Constantine said to Tang En with a stack of computer analysis reports. "Of course, this is just the result of the preliminary analysis. I personally suggest... I need to continue to observe you..."

Tang En waved his hand quickly: "This is not OK. I have a job, I can't..."

Constantine lifted her eyelids, looked at his patient from the frame, and smiled and said, "Don't worry. My observation is not to lock you in a secret room, and use instruments to scan you all day long."

"Then how do you observe me..."

"Well..." Constantine pushed her glasses and said seriously, "I need to see you often, so you have to open your work to me, including training and competition."

Tang En thought of a question: "You don't want to watch a free game, do you?"

"Ahem! Manager Tang En, you can't doubt the professional ethics of an old medical professor."

"That won't work. How do I know you won't tell the media about what we trained? You should know that they want to find out what's inside the team."

"You can't doubt the feelings and loyalty of a ancestral three-generation Forest fan to the team."

Tang En shook his head: "I don't think my head hurts or is dizzy, and there is no abnormality at all. I came to you just to confirm that since you said it's normal for me, then there is no need for me to leave a brain surgery and neurologic expert by my side, so that the whole UK knows that there is something wrong with my head."

"Manager Tang En, that's just the result of preliminary analysis. You know that high-tech like computers are always unreliable..." Constantine was a little anxious.

Tang En glanced at him squintedly, and the anxious expression on the old man's face immediately swept away. He picked up the cold coffee and took a sip.

This old fox, Tang En, cursed in his heart.

"In this way, I allow you to come during training, but you cannot appear on the coach's seat or bench for the competition. I can find a good position in the stands so that you can't "observe" me. Training is not something you can come anytime and anywhere. You can only come if the reporter is not present, and you must call me before coming."

Constantine thought for a while, "The ordinary stand is not good. It's too noisy and it's not convenient for me to work." He deliberately bit the "work" very hard. "I asked the private room seat."
Chapter completed!