"What's wrong, George?" Mom put down her work and wiped her hands clean. She came to Wood and sat down. She tilted her head to look at her son.

"Mom, how about living in a different city?" Wood looked up at his mother.

Sophia was a little surprised: "Why do you need to change a city? We lived a good life in Nottingham. And your job... do you want to transfer?" She suddenly understood.

"There is a club in Italy who wants me to go, and they promise to treat you..."

Sophia looked at Wood very seriously: "Why are you playing football? George?"

"To cure you..."

"But I will always die. Even if it's not because of illness, I will die. What should you do if I die? Don't play football anymore, follow me to die?"

Facing Sophia, whose expression was becoming more and more serious, George Wood was speechless.

"George, playing football is your job. You play football for yourself, not for me. If you say you want to play football in Italy because of your own treatment, I won't have any objection. But don't say it for me. Do you really want to play football in Italy?"

Wood continued to remain silent.

Sophia looked at her son's stubborn look and sighed: "To be honest, George... I know my body very well. No matter how much money I spend, it will not be cured. Otherwise, after so many years, you will spend so much on me. What's the result?" She smiled, but she looked a little miserable.

"Mom, I haven't thought about that anymore. I just want to see you healthy and happy when I'm alive. Find a girl, George. You're always single, so I can't rest assured..."

Wood wanted to shake his head, but asked his mother to pull it with her hands. The moment Wood felt that his mother was holding her cheek with a little cold, he stopped moving.

"Don't shake your head. If you really do it for me, don't be willful, George."

Wood nodded as he listened to his mother's soft but slightly faint voice.

"George. Remember. There will be no son in this world who always stays with his mother. People will look at that kind of thing with a strange perspective. You have to have your own life, which belongs entirely to your own life, and has nothing to do with your mother. Do you know?"

Wood continued to nod.

Sophia looked at her son and smiled very gently. She kissed Wood on the cheek: "Go to train, George. Don't let Mr. Don wait too long."

"Mom..." Wood looked at his older mother, as if he was worried that he would never see her again if he turned around and went out. "Can I let me stay with you for a long time? I will go again for the afternoon training..."

"No, George." Sophia shook her finger. "You can't find reasons for your laziness. What are you relying on for success? George? What are you worried about? Go and train, that's your job."

Sophia stood up and looked at Wood.

That look of eyes made Wood unable to stand, so he stood up: "Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, mom."

Sophia waved her hand at him: "By the way, if you quarrel with Mr. Tang En, remember to apologize to him. You can't contradict him."

"Mom?" Wood was surprised.

"Don't think I didn't see the jeep parked at our doorstep." Sophia blinked. "Think about who gave you a chance? He is really thinking about you. George."

Wood nodded again. Then he said goodbye to his mother and went out again.

After the door was closed, the smile on Sophia's face disappeared. The shining light in her eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a low sigh.

George Wood came to the training ground almost halfway through the training, and at this time there was no media around.

The teammates looked at him and Done curiously.

"I want to apologize to you, boss." George Wood, who was standing in front of Donn, said with his head down. "I shouldn't..."

Tang En interrupted him: "You don't need to apologize to me. What you need to accept your apology is all the players of the team. You are the captain and their role model. Everyone's eyes are looking at you. What you need to get late for training is their understanding, not mine. " Tang En waved his hand, " Go and apologize to them."

So George Wood obediently walked to his teammates at the training ground, and Don signaled Chris Lack to stop the training, gather everyone together, and then listened to Wood's apology.

"I apologize to everyone for my late training. I'm sorry that I'm late for training..." Wood spoke very slowly, ensuring that everyone could hear what he said.

The teammates on the opposite side all looked different. Some people suddenly realized, some were confused, and some were expressionless.

After Wood apologized, Donn came out to announce the penalty regulations for George Wood - because he was late for training, he would sit on the bench in the first round of the league and fined 10,000 pounds. In addition, the training subjects that were delayed due to lateness must be supplemented by additional training.

No one objected to this, and even George Wood would not ask for privilege just because he was the captain. The discipline that Don En always emphasized was fully reflected at this moment.

At the regular press conference in the afternoon, the media who were scolded by Tang En in the morning planned to give Tang Enlai a collective demonstration - after the press officer and Tang En walked into the venue together and announced that the press conference had officially begun. These reporters left their seats one after another, and all left the venue in a very short time! In a blink of an eye, only Pierce Bruce was left in the press conference hall...

The expression on the press officer's face was so embarrassing. Even Pierce Bruce didn't expect his colleagues to do this... He turned his head left and right and looked back at the two people on the stage.

The surprised expression only appeared on Tang En's face at the beginning, and he quickly covered it up.

Now he was smiling at the empty press conference.

"Mr. Journalist, do you have any questions?" he said to Bruce, who was sitting in the center.

"Ah...oh, uh..." Bruce had not yet come back to his senses from the impact this scene brought to him.

Tang En whispered to the press officer, and the press officer strode towards the door. He didn't want his words to be heard by the ears outside the door. Since they wanted to play this trick for me, they would not expect to get any news!

The door was closed heavily, and the reporters waiting at the door seemed to be flew away by the sound of gunfire.

"Okay, Mr. Bruce. You don't have to be nervous. Now it's only me and you, you can ask any questions you want, I know everything and say everything. This is a special preferential treatment for venting me with a thank you!" Tang En sat on the stage and looked at Pierce Bruce with a smile.

"Uh, OK. George Wood and AC Milan..."
Chapter completed!