Donn stood on Wilford Training Ground 2, with the thick woods in front of him and the mottled shadows of those trees beneath his feet. The day's training is over and the players are almost all gone, but there is still one person on the training pitch who is working on it.

Donn stood on the sidelines, looking at the man who was practicing.

The scene was not unfamiliar to him.

In the afterglow of the sunset, under the dark red sky, Wilford was torn apart by the shadows of the woods to the west. The training ground was quiet, except for the muffled sound of a soccer ball kicking, the sound of a soccer ball hitting a goalpost, a net, a barbed wire wall, and the occasional birdsong. Compared with the noisy scene during the day, it is quite a contrast.

When he was young, he used to watch the people in front of him practice countless times here. At that time, the person in front of me was just a child.

It's been more than ten years. He is about to retire, and the person in front of him has become the banner of the team. More than a decade ago, on the same field, at the same time, Tony. Donn, did he think about what happened after so much?

Don was wandering, and the man on the field was already walking towards him in sweat.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"Enjoy the view." Don replied. He continued to look at Wilford, who was shrouded in twilight in front of him. "Don't you think it's all like an oil painting? I remembered that you kicked a football into the river at the youth training ground, and it was dusk, it was dark, and the football never came back. Ha! He laughed as he spoke. It's not been a few days since I was able to see the painting again. ”

George. Wood turned to follow Donn's gaze. "Haven't they all been like this for sixteen years?" He's used to it, because he stays and trains himself almost every day. "If you haven't seen enough, just stay."

Don shook his head: "Distance produces beauty. If I had come down, I wouldn't have thought it was all beautiful. It's just taken for granted. I've been at Wilford for 12 years and only recently thought it was really beautiful. In the past, I came in a hurry and left in a hurry. ”

There was a moment of silence between the two men, and Donn continued to admire the sight. In fact, the scenery of Wilford is definitely not beautiful, but in a different state of mind, seeing such a dusk will definitely feel something.

Does Donn think this twilight is beautiful because his coaching career is going on at dusk? The sun, which once emitted infinite light and heat in the sky, is now also called Bo Xishan.

"Let's go take a shower and change your clothes, don't catch a cold." Donn said to Wood beside him, breaking the silence.

Wood didn't have an opinion, nodded, and turned to walk away.

When he came out of it all, he found Don still on the training ground. I wanted to go up and say goodbye and leave, but I didn't expect to be stopped by Tang En again.

"When are you going to retire? Have you thought about it, George? ”

Wood was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No." I didn't plan this. But it won't be forty anyway. ”

Hearing him say this, Don laughed silently.

Forty-year-old said that he just talked casually, but he didn't expect Wood to take it seriously.

"I won't advise you to really kick until you are forty years old, you must know this kind of thing better than I do. But you have to invite me when you retire, and I have to see for myself what the greatest captain in Nottingham Forest history will look like. ”

Wood was silent for a moment, as if remembering something. After a while he said, "I shouldn't be as good as you." ”

"What's so nice about a manager's retirement?" Don shrugged. "After the game the day after tomorrow, just have a press conference and it's over."

Wood doesn't really know what a head coach looks like when he retires, because he hasn't experienced it. According to common sense, he should retire earlier than the head coach, because a manager can play for 20 years, and it is not easy for a player to play for 20 years.

There was a moment of silence between the two men.

Don didn't want to talk, but Wood had something on his mind.

After a while, when the red glow in the west had dimmed a lot, Wood asked, "I think you're a little different from before......

"Before? A little different? Don didn't understand Wood's words.

"I feel like you've got a lot better temper than before, is it because of your age?"

"Hah!" Don laughed. "Do you see that I'm not stirring up a war of words much now? Don't scold people to your face much anymore? ”

In this match with Manchester United, the performance between Don and Mourinho can be described as very restrained, except for the first two people "greeting" each other, there is no other news. There are no active provocations, and there is no so-called psychological warfare. This makes the media find very boring.

Wood didn't say anything, but he acquiesced.

"I've been arguing for so many years, I'm tired of it." Don waved his hand.

"But I don't know why......," Wood hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally he spoke. I prefer the one from before...... I think it's very energetic. Everybody loves it. The "everyone" he refers to is not all the Forest players, but the remaining "old guys" in the team, such as Gareth. Bell, Joe. Matok, Abang Lajo, Mitchel...... etc., are the same group of players who followed Don before Don resigned last time.

Don turned his head to look at Wood, he didn't know what to say, he could only reach out and touch Wood's head.

Retirement is nothing to him, it's just that he is reluctant to leave the players he has watched grow up. The players have been in contact with him at every opportunity these days and of course he knows what they are thinking. Everyone is reluctant to let him go.

But how can there be a feast in the world that will not be dispersed?

Don didn't want to continue on this somewhat sentimental topic, so he asked a question that interested him a lot: "How are you and Miss Vivien?" ”

"Not much." Wood's answer was clearly flickering.

Don guessed something, but he didn't say it, and he continued to change the subject.

"George, do you have any arrangements for the evening?"

"Nope." Wood replied.

"Alright, come home with me in the evening."

Wood glanced at Donn.

"Shania went to Paris today, and the family is less angry. Ask you to be a guest, and Teresa will be happy too. ”

Shania left England this morning to fly to Paris to prepare for her final catwalk and attend a thank-you banquet. However, there is not as much socializing as before. Maybe it's because she knows that she is going to quit the modeling industry and the entertainment industry, and thinks that she is no longer a valuable celebrity, so there are many fewer people who come to deliberately slap her.

That's actually pretty good, and Shania likes it very much. She doesn't enjoy those social activities, and many times it's just work needs and invitations from friends that she can't turn off. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed at home when she was resting, instead of showing off on camera everywhere. While she and David Beckham's wife, Victoria. Beckham are good friends, but she and Victoria are two completely different people.

When Shania left, Don felt very lonely, and Teresa missed it very much. Shania wanted to bring Teresa with her to Bari, but Teresa had to go to school, so she had to stay at home and leave it in the care of the nannies.

Don doesn't worry about the child, the nanny is very, very good, but it doesn't happen that kind of thing to feed the child sleeping pills in order to put the child to sleep.

It's just that I still inevitably feel lonely.

That's why he invited Wood to his house again tonight, even though Wood was a taciturn, unrelenting man of words, and would not tease children. But for some reason, Teresa likes to be with her brother Wood, and whenever she sees Wood, she becomes very happy.

Don didn't see where Wood was good, so he didn't understand why Teresa liked that murderous George so much. Wood.

If it weren't for the fact that the two were too many years apart, Don would really have to worry about whether his daughter would fall in love with George in the future...... Uh, it's far away, it's far away.

Don moved out of Theresa, and Wood had no reason to refuse. He nodded and accepted Donn's invitation.

"Do you want to call Miss Vivien with you?" Don asked suddenly.

"She's working overtime......" Wood found himself slipping out.

Don laughed happily.

With laughter, he turned around and patted Wood on the shoulder, signaling that it was time for them to go.

Wood didn't leave immediately, instead turned to watch Don walk ahead. He noticed that the man's back was slightly hunched, maybe because he was smiling?

The last of the setting sun was swallowed up by the horizon, and the quiet of Wilford was shrouded in the night. A gust of wind blew, and the trees behind them rustled, blowing the hair and clothes of the two men. Wood couldn't help but glance back at the dark woods, and Donn walked out without looking back.

※※※ Teresa, who had been waiting for a long time for her father to come back from work, saw Wood who followed her father into the house, and her frown stretched again.

With Wood with Teresa, Teresa happily spent the first night after her mother left. By the time Teresa went to bed, it was eleven o'clock. Don wanted to stay at home with Wood, and there were plenty of guest rooms anyway. But Wood said nothing and said yes, and he had to go back to his home.

There was no way, and Don had no choice but to send Wood out.

At the gate of the yard, take advantage of the time to wait for the bus. Donn thanked Wood as a father and told him that he would be allowed to be fifteen minutes late for training the next day.

But the next day of training George. Wood was still one of the first to arrive.

※※※A day in Wilford starts in the early morning when the mist is filled. The vapour began to evaporate in the sunlight of the night, and layers of white mist evaporated from the dense woods, which were blown by the breeze to every corner of Wilford and even above the Trent River.

At this time, Wilford was still quiet, only the staff arrived early to start the day's work.

Tony. Don came as early as they did. He did not go into the office, but went straight to the training ground, somewhat greedily breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

The staff was busy on the side, and when they met Donne, they would say hello to him, and they would not stop what they were doing. Donn, on the other hand, walked alone from training ground to training ground. Stepping on the wet turf, the trouser legs and leather shoes will be wet in a few moments.

He didn't realize it, and his interest was very high.

After visiting the training ground of the first team, he went to the training ground of the reserve team and the youth team. After walking everywhere I worked back then, I went back to the office to rest. And the players are also arriving one after another, ready to start the day's training.

It was the last day of training before the Forest's game, and it was also Tony. The last training session of Donn's coaching career.

By the time Donn entered his office to rest, there had been a crowd of media outside the Wilford training ground, all of whom had come to witness Tony. Donn's "Last Lesson". Although they only had fifteen minutes to shoot publicly, that didn't stop their enthusiasm.

Pierce. Bruce saw Carl in the crowd. Spike. He didn't have a good impression of this guy who had been persevering with Black Donn, and since he had let him run into it, he naturally wanted to go up and make a sarcasm.

"Hey, Carl." He greeted him warmly, as if the two of them had known each other for many years.

Spike, of course, also knows what Bruce's identity is, so he also knows that Bruce takes the initiative to greet him, definitely not to catch up.

"Yo, this isn't our Donne's royal reporter Pierce. Mr. Bruce? Spike responds in a weird way.

This nickname, which specifically satirizes Bruce in journalist circles, is definitely not a compliment.

Bruce didn't get angry, but smiled and asked, "Look you're in a good mood, Carl." Is it because the person you hate the most is finally going to say goodbye to it completely? ”

Sparker didn't think about it, just nodded: "Of course." He never denied his dislike of Don in public, which was much better than the hypocrites who hated Don behind the scenes.

Seeing Spike take the bait, Bruce smiled more and more proudly: "I was thinking...... Once Tony retires, where do you find someone to scold and maintain the ratings of your show? ”

Cal. The expression on Spike's face froze instantly. He wasn't stupid, he immediately reacted that he had fallen for Bruce, but he couldn't answer such a question. Because he did rely on scolding Don to become famous, and eventually became a TV host. And once Don retires, who will he go to scold? Scolding is also an art, not that you can attract so many viewers by scolding a cat or dog on the road.

Looking around English football, and even world football, like Tony. There are very few people like Don who are widely controversial, and at the same time have won a lot of honors and have a lot of popularity.

Mourinho may barely be one? But scolding a foreigner doesn't attract much attention in England. Mourinho's influence in England is greater than that of Tony. Tang Enlai is still far away.

Although Spike hates and hates Tony, who is arrogant and makes himself suffer a lot. Don, but he also had to admit a fact that made him very embarrassed and angry - once he left this arrogant Tony, who made him very annoying and annoying, made him suffer a lot and made a lot of foreign appearances. Don, he won't be able to play!

It's no secret anymore that everyone in the circle knows Karl. Spike rises to power by scolding Donn, and some people are disdainful of him, even those who also hate Donn.

Seeing Spike look like this, many people laughed out loud. Seeing other people's foreign faces is a common hobby of people all over the world, and British "gentlemen" are no exception.

After pointing out Spike's biggest embarrassment, Bruce ignores the man and turns to focus on the team's training.

Spike is also thick-skinned - after fighting Don for so many years, if he wasn't thick-skinned enough, he would have jumped off the building and committed suicide by Don En a long time ago. After the previous embarrassment passed, he still stood there like a nobody, and continued to direct his men to shoot Tony. Donn's shot.

His show doesn't care about Forest's training and is always Tony in his shots. Donn alone. This also confirms Pierce in another way. How true Bruce's words were.

Cal. Spike has only Tony in his eyes. Donn, and Tony. Donn's eyes hold the whole world.

※※※ Tony, who holds the whole world. Donn finally appeared in the cameras of the reporters.

Tony today. Dressed in a casual shirt and dark blue jeans, Donn didn't look like a proper head coach compared to the coaches who were used to leading their teams in sweatshirts. But no one was surprised by this, because Tony. Tang En has been like this for the past sixteen years, and everyone has long been surprised.

Don appeared in front of everyone wearing sunglasses, causing a wave of twitching. The fan groups on the east side chanted Donn's name loudly, and it was not until Don waved to them that the cheers gradually stopped.

No reporter was surprised by this scene. They had long been surprised by Donn's influence.

They just told the cameramen to hurry up and shoot as soon as possible.

"This is Tony. Done's last training session! Don't shoot anything else, just keep an eye on him! ”

Don didn't care what others did to shoot him, he was used to it a long time ago, although the battle this morning was indeed a little bigger...... Still, I deserve that attention.

Don is so good, not pretentious, what should be his own is his own, and he is never modest.

The training was basically nothing for him, and he stared for a while to see that the players were performing normally, and they didn't get any worse because of the crowd of reporters...... But now I can't see anything abnormal, everyone is running laps to warm up...... Don looked at it for a while and then turned his attention to something else, and there were more fans on the east side than in the past, all of whom had made up their minds to ask Don for autographs and photos after the game.

Don's gaze wandered through the crowd, but suddenly froze.

He stared at a man in the crowd with a strange expression, excited and surprised.

Guess who he saw to make him so out of shape?

In the crowd, Fat John, Thin Bill, and the rest of the brothers gathered around a man.

That person was none other than Michael, whom Don had met in Los Angeles before. Bernard!

(To be continued)