Because the next League One game was on January 18, fourteen days later, Don Eun gave the team two days off after the FA Cup. On the first day of the holiday, Don Eun wasted on visiting doctors and journalists, and cursing Nottingham's bad public order.

Fortunately, I still have some change on my body, so I don’t even have money to go home.

The next day, Tang En went to the bank to apply for a credit card to report the loss early in the morning, and then went to the police station to apply for an ID card to report the loss. After almost a day of trouble, others were drinking afternoon tea in the afternoon, and he dragged his tired body home from outside. This also requires thanks to the memory of his mind that was not effective, otherwise he would not know where he should look for someone.

When he walked to the door, he saw a child standing there.

He is about the same height as himself, but he looks childish.

Tang En didn't understand what the child was doing at his doorstep. His face was a little dirty, with brown hair and wheat-colored skin. He should be a mixed-race child. Could it be for the thief to see the wind? He glanced at his door and found that it was closed well without any signs of damage.

When the child saw Tang En coming, he kept staring at him, but said nothing. Tang En didn't like this look, so he glared at the child and walked from him to his home.

At this time the child spoke: "Are you the Forests' head coach Tony Don?"

If you don't call me a sir, you just call him the name and don't ask for good words. You're so rude! As she complained in her heart, Tang En stopped and looked at him squintly and said, "I'm. If you want to sign, I'm not in the mood now."

The child lowered his head and took out a black wallet from his pocket, "I'm not here to sign, this is your wallet."

Tang En took it in confusion and found that except for the hundreds of pounds, his credit card and ID card were all there!

Although he was in vain today, Tang En's mood immediately improved when he saw these things lost and recovered. When he looked at the child again, his eyes changed, and there was a smile on his face: "Oh, did you pick this up? What a kind child... Thank you so much!" He touched his pocket of clothes and found that the change was too trivial, so it would be shabby to take it out to reward the other party.

"I'm so sorry, I don't have much money now. If you come tomorrow, I will reward you well..."

"No, I don't want a reward." The child shook his head.

The first thought that flashed through Tang En's mind was that there was also a living Lei Feng in England! This child is so nice. Although his clothes are a little worn and his face is a little dirty, he looks very energetic. He must be a child from a poor family. He is poor and has ambitions, has a future and a future!

The kid continued: "I think your team should sign the best player in England."

It turns out that he is a loyal fan of the Forest team, and this explanation makes sense...

Tang En smiled: "Are you talking about David Beckham? I'm so sorry, we are a small club, and big stars don't like it..." He planned to reach out to touch the child's head. It's so cute... although it's about the same height as himself.

Unexpectedly, the opponent avoided Don En's hand: "Who is that? The best player in England is here!"

Tang En turned his head around and didn't notice anyone...

"Where are you looking at? It's right here, in front of you!" the child pointed at himself and said seriously.

Tang En's mouth twitched, then he burst into laughter. Then he stretched out his hand again, intending to touch the other person's head. "What a cute little kid..."

This time the other party directly patted Tang En's hand off, "I'm not kidding! I'm serious!"

It was a bit embarrassing to be slapped by a child. The smile on Tang En's face froze, and then he coughed: "Okay, please tell me. Where are you playing football now?"

"I haven't played the ball."

Tang En stared at the other party for a long time. "Are you here to find happiness?"

The child pursed his lips and said seriously: "I haven't played now, but it doesn't mean I haven't played anymore. As long as I'm trained, I will definitely become the best player in England!"

Tang En's tone eased: "Listen...what's your name?"

"George, George Wood."

"Listen, George. I'm very grateful for sending my wallet back. But professional football is not as simple as you think. Thank you for sending me a wallet, I'll send you back. Where do you live?"

George Wood was silent for a moment, lowered his head and said, "Sneinton."

Tang En searched his mind and found that this place was a famous slum in Nottingham. Black, Indian, and descendants of all kinds of color live here, and there are student apartments nearby. It is the most chaotic place in the public security. Although a few hundred meters away from this area is the most expensive and high-end residential area in Nottingham.

After looking at Wood's clothes, Tang En suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. There will be poor and rich people in any country and region, as well as the famous commercial center in Britain and the handful of industrial cities of Nottingham, these two classes are missing.

"Okay, no matter what, I'll take you back." Seeing a taxi that had just been dropped off in front of him, Donn reached out to stop. Snington was on the east side of the city, while his home was Wilford, southwest of the city. God knew how this poor child came.

The car was parked next to the two of them, and Wood did not object and got into the car. In the car, he didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Tang En decided to find something to say.

"George, why do you have to play football?"

"make money."

Don Eun glanced at Wood, and this answer was in line with his identity.

"Then you can go to work...wait, you should go to school now, right? How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I don't want to go to school, I can't make money. And I have a job, but I make too little money."

"What's your job?"

“Movers at the moving company.”

In the UK, the income of a porter who works as a moving company is 10 pounds per time, which is not high and not low. The job is very simple, it is to move out the customer's things onto the truck, and then move them off the truck when they arrive at the destination. This kind of work requires a strong person to do. Done glanced at Wood at the side of his eyes. This kid really has the capital to do this work. Look at his muscles, he doesn't look like a seventeen-year-old child.

The legal minimum hourly wage in the UK is four pounds and fifty pence, and Wood's income is more than twice as high as this one. Don't understand why he still thinks that the money is too low.

"What do you want that much money to do?"

Wood did not answer this question, and the car suddenly became a little embarrassed again.

Born under the Hongqi and raised under the Hongqi, Tang En received the education since childhood that a 17-year-old child should receive education in school rather than working. So he emphasized: "I think you should go back to school."

"I hate school," Wood said coldly.

Tang En found that this kid was like himself before, the stones in the pit were smelly and hard. He could not communicate at all. He stopped talking and turned his head to look out the window.

The world outside the car window is sunny, blue sky is blue, bustling streets, lively shopping malls, and tourists are everywhere. Tang En can even see tourists from China in a taxi. Under the sunshine of the 21st century, can you imagine that there are places like slums?

But it is indeed here, in this city. The scenery outside the car windows gradually changes. When passing by the most magnificent residential area, Donn can also see the villas worth millions of pounds inside the iron carved railings. This was once the textile factory and warehouse in Nottingham, with a very nice name "Grab Market".

Such a place cannot be afforded even if it is a professional club head coach like Tang En. The place where Tang En lives now is the most ordinary residential area in Nottingham. It is a place where ordinary people and working classes live. Except for the two-story building with a unique courtyard, it is no different from ordinary residential areas in China.

There are poor people in the UK, but in a society with high welfare, their lives are not bad. They can live a leisurely life while saving frugality. Snington, where George Wood's family is located, cannot be considered a poor settlement. It is almost the same as saying "extremely poor". In the UK, where people of color and illegal immigrants gather, they are "slums". Now Manchester has the largest slums in Europe. No matter how poor white people are, they will be better than those of colored people, because racial discrimination is involved.

George Wood is a mixed race and a person of color. It is not surprising that he lives in a place like Snington.

In Nottingham, slums are not only poor, but also "chaotic". Public security is the most troublesome problem for the local police station in Nottingham. You can see shops selling guns and ammunition on the street. Groups of hooligans wander around, maliciously looking at everyone passing by, robbing, stealing, drugs, prostitutes, violence... are the business cards of such places. They are the gray area of ​​this city and are the forbidden zones that many people hope to hide as far as possible.

The gorgeous high-end residential area has passed, and the taxi is obviously bumpy. The magnificent buildings outside the window are no longer found. Instead, they are dilapidated red brick and tile houses, with wooden window frames with skin and mottled walls. As the car goes deeper, more dilapidated houses than this, and more dangerous people wandering around are also increasing.

The prostitute who dresses himself up with cheap jewelry and powder, but cannot hide the tired crow's feet at the corner of his eyes leans against the door to smoke and attract customers. Wearing a black jacket, vulgar tattoos on his thick arms, men (or boys?) with bad expressions. Passersby bow down and rush in a hurry. In groups of three or five, chasing children who are fighting. A piece of asphalt covers one piece, patches are like potholes and narrow roads. Colorful plastic bags and newspapers discarded everywhere fly over people's heads when blown by the wind. People here live like these colorful garbage. When blown by the wind, they float numbly and eventually fall into a stinky ditch, forgotten and no one mourns.

Tang En was looking at the world outside the car, and the people in that world were also staring at him maliciously, as if they were seeing a pile of tied pounds or buttered bread.

Wood directed the driver to park his car in front of a red brick house, and Tang En paid the car. The driver hurriedly drove away. At the moment of stopping, several children were constantly slapping his car window. He was afraid that something would happen if he stayed for a while.

Wood was a little surprised that Don Eun came down with him. "I thought you would just take the bus."

"I thought that too. In fact... I'm used to getting off when the car stops." Tang En hid the dirty hands of the children, and they were asking for money for themselves.

"Sir! Give me one pound, just one pound!" the child, who was probably only five or six years old, shouted loudly with his runny nose.

It’s not that Tang En didn’t have sympathy, and he gave him no cent in his wallet. He still had about fifty pounds of change on him now, which was his travel expenses. What should he do if he gave these children?

Just when he was in a dilemma, Wood waved his fists at the group of children: "Get out!"

The children grimaced at him, raised their middle fingers, and then dispersed.

To be honest, Don Eun didn't expect Wood, who was in the slums, to be so unfriendly to the children. "You're really unfriendly."

"They are not friendly to me." Wood stopped when he found Donn standing on the street looking around, "There is nothing good to look at. This is where I live. It must be an eye-opener, right?"

Tang En looked back at the boy and grinned, "It's okay. Can you take me to your house and sit?"

Wood nodded, took out the key and opened the door.

This is a two-story brick house. Entering the door is a narrow corridor and stairs, and Wood goes straight up. Tang En also said at the door: "I'm disturbing."

"There is another family on the first floor, and my family is on the second floor." Wood turned around and looked at Tang En strangely, "The family came back very late."

Don Eun touched his nose awkwardly and followed Wood upstairs.

Hearing footsteps, a woman's voice sounded: "George?"

"I'm back, mom."

Tang En asked in a low voice from behind, "Where is your father?"

"He's dead." Wood, who was walking in front, said without looking back.

"Uh...I'm sorry..."

"Are there any guests?" Tang En heard the woman ask.

“A football coach.”

In the Q&A room, Tang En and the others had already walked to the door of a room on the second floor, which seemed to be the restaurant. A black-haired woman was sitting at the dining table, cutting potatoes. The curtains were closed and the lights were not turned on. The room was a little dim. Tang En felt that this woman was the only shining light in the room... because she was very beautiful. To be honest, when he saw George Wood's square face, he really didn't expect that the child's mother would be so beautiful, so young, and how much hardship would it take for such a weak woman to raise her child alone in such a chaotic place? He felt a little sympathetic to the woman.
Chapter completed!