"Raheim." Mom's voice sounded sternly, "Your dad hopes to be with you at that time."

Raheem Eastwood looked at his strict mother, then looked at his smiling father, then nodded: "Okay, dad."

My sister is still young and may not know what it is to retire, but the eleven-year-old Rahim is definitely understandable. This is indeed more important than going out with his friends.

Eastwood reached out and grabbed his son's head. "Thank you. Rahim. As compensation, I will spend more time playing football with you in the future."

"You have to keep your word, dad." Raheem felt that his father seemed to prefer to stay with Blank. The horse had long been a formal member of the family. Before he was born, his father was with Blank, and the relationship between them was as solid as a rock. Sometimes when he thought of this, he felt wronged - which one was his father's son?

Eastwood smiled and twisted his son's pouting cheeks: "Lie you are a puppy."

The city stadium was busier in the afternoon than before.                                                                                                                        �

Although Eastwood is not a player trained by Nottingham Forest. But he has played here for ten years and it can be said that he has devoted his entire career to Nottingham Forest. Everyone has long forgotten his past as a member of the West Ham youth team.

The first half hour of the local game today was Eastwood. No Forest fan wanted to miss this moment. They entered the court more than half an hour earlier than before, waiting to say goodbye to the gypsy forward who brought them two European Champions Leagues.

While Nottingham Forest and Arsenal players were warming up on the court, Eastwood, wearing casual jackets, was greeting with his family and the club's chairman.

"It's a pity to retire so early, Freddy." Evan Dogette patted the shoulder of his former player and shook his head. "I still remember the first day you came to Wilford to report. He drove a caravan and was quarreling with your wife at the door... You scared me. Haha!"

Evan was laughing, and Eastwood was laughing too. But when he remembered that time, his smile was a little bitter. He was only twenty years old at that time...

"Tony gave you a coaching contract, I'm glad you can accept it. To be honest, I always feel that the club owe you a lot."

Eastwood shook his head: "Please don't say that, Mr. Chairman. It's my honor to be able to play for Nottingham Forest. When playing at Grace Athletics, I never thought I could win the trophy of the European Champions League and the Premier League. And it's two times."

Because we are going to say goodbye to Eastwood before today's game, everyone is not in a very high mood. Although Eastwood agreed to be the team's coach, everyone still has more feelings for Eastwood as the player.

Even the boss, who always likes to say something before the game, was abnormal today. He sat at the door without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere in the locker room was a bit awkward.

George Wood is probably the silent one among all. He tidied up the captain's armband on his arms over and over again, put it on and took it off, put it in his hand to take it off. He put it on again, and took it off again...

He seemed to be worried.

Tang En looked down at his watch and finally ended the uncomfortable silence.

"Okay, guys. It's almost done, go out. We have to say goodbye to Freddy...."

Wood was the last player to walk out of the locker room. Logically speaking, he was the captain and should be at the forefront.

After the two teams came out of the corridor, they did not line up to take photos on the field. Or exchanged team flags, guessed coins, shook hands... They lined up outside the corridor. Waited for someone to appear.

As an opponent team that has nothing to do with Eastwood, Arsenal cooperated very well this time. He expressed his full respect to a legendary shooter who was about to leave. Don Eun is very grateful to Professor Wenger for being willing to do this, and perhaps he should be glad that this game encountered those stalemates who were not his mortal head teams...

Eastwood stood in the corridor, surrounded by staff, who were responsible for maintaining order. Now he was holding his eleven-year-old son Raheem in his left hand and his six-year-old daughter Shadoni in his right hand, waiting for the signal to appear nervously.

A unified voice was already heard in the stands outside, and all the fans were shouting his name, very clear. Neat and uniform.

"Dad? They are calling your name." Shadoni, in her arms, listened for a while and said to her father.

"Yes, Shadoni. They are calling daddy's name. Do you like this outfit?" He pressed Shadoni's forehead with his nose. He refers to the red Forest jersey worn on his daughter, with his name "eastwood" and number "11" printed behind him.

"like!"

"Why?"

"Because of Daddy's name!" Shadoni said excitedly.

Compared with Shadoni's excitement, Rahim, who held his father's hand, remained silent without saying a word. He would not think this was a very interesting thing like his sister. Although his father will have more time to accompany him after he retired, he still liked the father who ran on the court and scored goals and cheered again. The friends around him would say to him enviously when they mentioned his father: "Rahim, you have a heroic father!" "I would be fine if my father was like your father..." "Rahim. Your father scored another goal in yesterday's game! That ball is so cool! You can shoot!" "Rahim, please help me find your father to get an autograph..."

He pursed his lips, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Tears were wandering in his eyes, as if he was about to fall off at any time.

My dad is a hero! I am the hero's son, I can't cry!

He thought viciously.

Feeling his son holding his hands and exerting force, Eastwood turned his head to the left. He looked at his son who was bowing his head and smiled.

After a piece of music, the announcer's voice sounded on the live broadcast: "This is not a happy news. Our gypsy star Freddy Eastwood decided to say goodbye to everyone on this day..."

The staff at the entrance of the corridor gestured to Eastwood and signaled him to appear.

"Let's go, Rahim."

Eastwood walked out with his son and daughter in his arms.

When No. 11 of Nottingham Forest, walked out of the corridor with two children wearing his jerseys, there were roaring roars like mountains and seas.

"Freddy! You are our hero!"

"Good, Gypsy!"

"Goodbye, Freddy! Goodbye!"

"Change your mind. Freddy! Please!"

"Don't leave, Freddy... Look at this situation, are you willing to leave?"

"Freddy, we need you! Tony needs you! You can't do that!"

...

Eastwood smiled, let go of his son's hand and waved to everyone goodbye. But two tears had appeared on his face.

The players from both Arsenal and Nottingham Forest were standing next to him and applauding him. Someone gave him a thumbs up.

Shadoni looked at the scene in front of her curiously. She might not understand the feelings of these people. But she knew that her father was very popular. The expression on Rahim's face was even more ugly, and he was almost about to cry in public.

Serim stood in the private room, standing up like everyone in the audience to applaud his husband.

He walked all the way to the middle of the venue, leaned over and put his daughter down, and took the wireless microphone from the staff.

The sounds on the scene gradually subsided. They knew that Eastwood had something to say, and they were unwilling to miss every word he said.

"Thank you very... thank you, thank you everyone." Eastwood suppressed his emotions and tried to restore the trembling voice to normal. He lowered his speech speed so that everyone could hear what he said clearly. "When I was an amateur player, I never thought that I would say such a goodbye one day. You all came to see me. I am very happy..."

After a moment of silence, Eastwood tried not to cry on the spot. No matter how he forced himself to smile, he did not have the desire to laugh in his heart at this time.

"I thank Nottingham Forest Club, my teammates, and even more so, Coach Tony Donn. If it weren't for him, I would never have stood here and said thank you to you."

The TV broadcast gave Tang En a close-up. He stood in front of the coach's seat, with his hands on his chest. His expression was serious.

"My career is only ten years...but I don't feel short. In these ten years, I have gained all the honors I have thought about or never thought about. I am very satisfied and grateful. I have been playing football in Nottingham Forest every ten years because I am doing what I like and in the environment I like."

"But now, I must say goodbye to you, and I must say goodbye to my teammates." Tears could not stop flowing from Eastwood's eyes. "Ten years ago. The boss once told me that I would become the legendary shooter of Nottingham Forest... I'm sorry, I've disappointed you, sorry..."

Eastwood stuffed the microphone into the staff's hands and bent down to hold his daughter Shadoni.

"..." Chris Lack heard Don next to him curse, "You are already a fucking legend, Freddy."

This English man who always plays a stern assistant with a thick voice in front of the players suddenly couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Dadly? You're crying..." Shadoni looked at her dad strangely. The familiar face was wet.

"Dady didn't cry, Daddy is... happy." Eastwood squeezed out a smile, "I have more time to be with Shadoni in the future. Are you happy?"

Shadoni looked at her father for a while, then grinned and said, "Good!"

"Let's go back."

He picked up Shadoni again and pulled Rahim's hand.

"Freddy Eastwood, when he joined Nottingham Forest on January 1, 2004, he was an amateur player who broke his legs once. He was twenty years old at that time." Motson said emotionally. "Now he is thirty, he takes his family to say goodbye to the Forest fans. He said he is not a legendary shooter, but in the minds of Nottingham Forest fans, no one can be more legendary than him."

"A amateur player scored the winning goal in the two European Champions League finals, helping Nottingham Forest regain the European Champions League after 28 years. His right knee was seriously injured before becoming a Forest player, but he has been dragging this injured leg on the court for ten years, scoring a total of 137 goals. He is not the player who scored the most goals for the team in the history of Nottingham Forest Club, but he is definitely the player with the highest goal value in the history of the team! Two goals. Two European Champions Leagues! His experience is enough to make a movie for all children who love football. He told those people that even if you have been seriously injured, even if you were swept out by the team you once played for, even if you have fallen to the point where you can only play in the amateur league and sell used cars, as long as you have not given up your ideals, you can create a legend!"

"Salute to this decade of legend! Goodbye, Freddy! Goodbye. Mr. Desperate in Nottingham Forest!"

As Eastwood led his children to the corridor slowly, the fans chorus rang in the stands. They were singing a song specifically written for Eastwood. This was after Eastwood scored a key goal and helped the team defeat AC Milan and recapture the European Champions League for 28 years. The fans yelled the heroes he created.

"Do you think it's over at the last minute of the game? There's not much time left, and the referee is looking at the watch, and you thought to yourself: 'Forget it, we still have a future'."

"The cheering song gradually disappeared, and some people began to leave early. A bunch of drinking wine glasses were thrown down from the stands, and the ground was in a mess!"

"The opposing players are laughing at our dying struggles, and the opposing fans are celebrating their victory in advance!"

"The 11th of the Forest team stood up and he said, 'No! The game is not over yet! Don't be too happy too early!'"

"Don't be too happy too early!!!"

"He is like a Robin Hood, his arrows shot through the heart of the enemy!"

"The enemy screamed in horror: 'Who is he!'"

"who is he!!"

"His name is Freddy Eastwood! He is the Forest Team's Land Killer!"

"His name is Freddy! He will never give up!"

"Freddy Freddy! It's your honor to fall under his arrow!"

"Lalala! Freddy!Lalala! Robin Hood!"

"Lalala! Freddy! Freddy! Lalala!"

Whenever Eastwood scores a key goal again, the singing will definitely sound in the home stands. Eastwood will open his arms and run wildly on the court, with the number behind him floating like a flag above the city court. The number of "11" is like two sharp arrows. He is indeed the "Robin Hood" of Nottingham Forest.

But this time. Robin Hood was shot in the knee by the poisonous arrow of fate, and he could no longer stand up and continue fighting. He fell under the big oak tree that had gathered with his comrades, saying goodbye to the brothers who fought side by side with some unwillingness to leave only a legend, allowing future generations to yearn for the legend in memory of the legend - what kind of heroic years would it be when he was on the ground...

The passionate singing continued until their Robin Hood disappeared into the corridor.
Chapter completed!