Chapter 260: Owe a love

Donn held the wine glass and squeezed into his fixed seat bottom left.

Everyone could see that he brought Wood here and there must be something to talk about, so no one came forward to disturb him. They drank the wine that Tang En invited and chatted casually. Of course, the main topic was the game that had just ended.

"Have you been here?" Don En asked Wood after he sat down.

Wood nodded. “Mom won’t let me drink.”

"Your mother is right." After saying that, Tang En drank on his own, ignoring Wood.

Wood was a little embarrassed, and he sat here and began to focus on the people around him. Those who saw his sight would raise their glasses to greet him.

Tang En looked up at Wood looking around, and then asked, "Why don't you ask why I brought you here?"

"Why?" Wood was very obedient and asked immediately. "Why do you have to ask?"

"Where did you...the wisdom you had in the game?"

"Are you still thinking about that?" Wood was referring to the yellow card.

Don En nodded: “I thought about it even more after the game.

If we lose, it's okay, but it doesn't matter if you get ten red cards. Now we win, the opponents in the finals are both Barcelona and AC Milan, and I have a headache when I think about our midfielder losing a barrier in the finals.

"As he said that, he rubbed his temples.

Wood looked at the head coach who kept rubbing his temples in front of him, his lips squirmed several times, and finally said, "I don't want to...but there is no way..."

"Even if you didn't foul at that time, they might not necessarily score a goal, right?" Tang En looked up at him.

"I never believe in 'not necessarily'." Wood's answer this time was firm.

Looking at Wood's firm expression, Don Neng sighed and leaned on the back of the chair and spread his hands, saying, "Okay, I admit that I'm too greedy. Not only do I hope the team will advance to the finals.

I also hope it is a complete team, with no injuries or cards, and can use the strongest lineup to deal with our opponents..."

Wood listened quietly to him fantasizing about what could not have happened.

"George, do you want to play in the final?" Suddenly, Donn changed the subject and asked.

Wood was stunned and nodded.

"I really want to?"

Wood continued to nod.

"Why? I remember you didn't even know who Rikelme was. You didn't care about football. You didn't have such great enthusiasm for football..."

"Because my mom wants to see me appear in the final."

Don Eun put the wine glass beside his mouth. He looked up at Wood, seemingly disbelieving.

"She told me before the game today."

"You...bastard..." Tang En cursed in a low voice.

Kenny Burns walked over with the bottle, put it on the table, and sat down. "Tony, I think your wine is about to be finished."

"Thank you." Donne picked up the bottle and poured it on himself, pouring it halfway. He remembered it, then pointed at Burns and said to Wood, "I don't seem to have introduced him to you yet. Kenny

Burns, Nottingham Forest's main player who won the European Champions League two times, and the winner of the Matthews Award in England.

Burns smiled at Wood.

Wood turned his head and looked at him. He nodded: "Hello sir."

"Don't be so reserved, young man. I heard Tony talk about you. When you were still in the youth team, he told us that he picked up a boy who couldn't play football from the street and came back. At that time, we all laughed at him. Unexpectedly, three years passed.

The boy who couldn't play football became the captain of the Forest Team."

Wood glanced at Donn drinking alone.

"George, I heard you found an agent?" Burns, the person who talked to Wood during this period.

"Um. "

"How is he?"

"It's okay. Very serious..."

"I mean...has he contacted other teams for you?"

Wood shook his head: "No, now he only cares about my business contract."

Burns glanced at Donn and smiled, "Tony is worried about losing you."

Tang En coughed.

"We are also worried about losing you. Let me tell the truth, I'm not very relieved to your agent. I heard that he didn't work in football before, and his understanding of football is very limited.

There are some things he will only consider from the interests of the people, and I hope you can make your own decisions at that time."

Of course Wood knew what Burns meant. “I like it here, my mom likes it, I don’t plan to go anywhere else.”

"That's good." Burns smiled as he looked at Wood's serious expression.

But... who can tell the future clearly now? He has been in professional football for decades. Even if he retires, he can still open a bar here and continue to pay attention to the big and small things in that circle.

Now how many people who are "loyal" in the land can really go to the end like this? Some are voluntary, while others are involuntary. In short, population mobility only follows one truth - interests.

Although I have thought about so much and messy things, Burns will not break the "ideal" of young people.

Burns and Wood finished their conversation, and he patted Wood on the shoulder. He got up and walked back. There were more guests who needed him to greet him. The Forest Bar tonight was so full.

Donnn put down his glass after Burns left.

"George, I don't care what you think...but I owe you a favor."

Wood was puzzled, and Tang En didn't plan to explain.

That's right, he really owe Wood a love, and Wood made Donne by sacrificing himself. When he led the team to the Stadium de France in Paris on May 17, he would become the youngest head coach in the finals since his establishment of the European Champions League.

Regardless of whether the Forest can win the championship or not, his Tony Donn's name has been engraved in history.

And what about the biggest hero behind this? At that time, they would have to sit in the stands.

"I will give you a chance to make up for this regret."

Wood shook his head: "The semi-finals are over..."

"Yes, it's over. But what's over is only this season. Next season, next season, next season, next season, next season, next season, next season, next season, and next season, we have still chances.

This is definitely..." Tang En stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of Wood, "It's definitely not our only chance. Look at them..." He pointed at the cheerful fans again.

"They regard this night as one of the most beautiful memories. And we will bring them more similar nights in the future. George. You know Demi will retire after the end of next season, right?"

Wood nodded.

"He originally said he would retire at the end of this season."

Wood was a little surprised to hear Don En say this, he obviously didn't know the inside story.

"Didn't he tell you? Well... I can understand. I advised him to stay, but I don't have any suitable reason.

He is in poor health now, and you have also seen that he has played very few games in the second half of this season... Later I moved you out and told him that he hopes he stays for another year and trains you to be a midfielder versatile, whether it is offense or defense.

They are all as outstanding as Demi. He agreed."

Tang En stretched out his index finger again: "You only have one year, George. I don't want the world to find the core of the midfield for the Forest in a year. Your mother said she hopes to see you appear in the Champions League final, and I hope too."

Wood listened quietly, without saying anything.

After saying this, Tang En raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Go back."

Wood stood up.

"It's not going back to the hotel. Go home, go back to your home. Please accompany your mother." Tang En waved his hand. "Your things will go to the locker room to get them tomorrow afternoon during training."

"Okay. Don't you go back?"

"Me? My nightlife has just begun!" Tang En blinked at him.

Wood picked up the juice and drank it clean, "Goodbye, boss."

"By the way, George. Did I tell you that your performance in the game is simply perfect?"

Wood shook his head. “I thought you would criticize me.”

"That's to scare you." Tang En grimaced at him. "Perfect. I gave you tens of performance. I can't ask you to do better.

Go back and tell your mom that although you won’t appear in the Champions League final, you are the hero of the team. She will definitely be proud of you.”

"Yeah." Wood nodded, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

Seeing that he was leaving, the fans in the bar shouted loudly: "Goodbye George!"

"Wait until tomorrow to go to the training ground. I'll ask you for an autograph... Damn it, I don't know you'll be here today..."

"George! Come on!"

The door opened and Wood left the noisy bar, which quickly returned to its usual atmosphere. Everyone was excited to discuss the game just ended, or topics that had nothing to do with the game.

Burns sat down next to Don again: "I didn't expect you to bring the team's captain to the bar. How many head coaches would do this?"
To be continued...