Tottenham Hotspur accept Nottingham Forest for Michael. A fax of Dawson's quote, the Nottingham Evening Post, which was just published this morning and still smells of ink, and Martin. O'Neill's handwritten letter of resignation, all three of which were put together in Evan. Dogotty's desk left his brain unresponsive for a moment.

The fax was sent to him by his secretary, Miss Lucy, along with a good morning kiss, a very intimate contact that transcended the relationship between the president and the secretary of the club. Corriere della Sera was later published by his old friend Allen. Adams took it, and the resignation letter was Martin. O'Neill's personal resignation was still standing in this room waiting for the club's president's approval.

Now away from O'Neill and Evan. Only two days passed on the day of Dogetty's outburst.

It was in Dogerty's plan to negotiate with Tottenham to buy Dawson, and they bought a young centre-back, Evan Brown, for a fraction of the price. Doggty felt that the deal was a good deal, and was rejoicing in it, while his hand was dishonest on Miss Lucy. Alan knocked on his office door with a newspaper, scaring him out of the way. If his wife found out about himself and Lucy, his family would be doomed.

When Lucy tidied up her clothes and opened the door for Alan, Eren was still looking at the back of the twisting ass walking away with great interest. Then he handed the newspaper to Evan and said nothing.

Evan saw a picture of O'Neill on it, as well as an interview. The headline is eye-catching, and it explains why Alan would risk breaking the two of them to knock on his door.

Martin. O'Neill: I'm not happy here! 》

Before he could confess his upset, O'Neill knocked on his office door.

Evan was about to ask O'Neill what the interview meant, when the other party had already put the things in his hand on Evan's desk.

"Resign?"

Evan thought he had misunderstood, and he picked it up and looked at it again, then looked up at the Northern Irishman standing in front of him.

O'Neill stood in front of Evan. "I don't think it's possible to implement my plans and ambitions here, I don't get enough respect here, and you don't seem to need a manager," he said. So I think breaking up is the best way to fix it. ”

"You can't do that!" Evan yelled. He didn't expect O'Neill to come to such a hand and resign? How dare he! He had only been in office for two months, and he was about to resign...... What do you think of me as the president of the club?

"Of course I can. As a "veteran" who has been in English football for more than 20 years, O'Neill is not stupid. "In the contract we signed at the beginning, you didn't say how much money I would pay me if I was fired halfway, so I didn't have to pay you money if I resigned. Mr. President. That's fair. ”

Since there is no need to pay liquidated damages, O'Neill has no scruples.

In fact, this decision to resign was made on the same day and Evan. After a big argument about Dogety, he did. That's why he broke the news when he was going to be interviewed - Lao Tzu is leaving anyway, do you care what you think of me? Say what should be said and what should not be said, and it can be counted as Lao Tzu's bad breath!

"This ...... It's not about money, Mr. O'Neill. You're the manager of the team, the league is about to start, and you resign now......"

"It's for the sake of the team to resign now. At this point you still have time to find another manager. If you wait until the league starts, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult, Mr. President. O'Neill said "Mr. President", but it sounded more like he was beating Evan. The face of Dogetty, the president of this club.

Evan. Dogotti was completely taken by Martin. Frightened by O'Neill's determination, he looked at O'Neill with his resignation letter in his hand and his mouth wide open. I don't know what to say. Allan. Adams sat on the couch and said nothing, as if he were a spectator watching a play.

"I hope the club will agree to my resignation. O'Neill reiterated that he had come to Evandi. "There is no possibility of any further cooperation between us. ”

Now, what if Evan doesn't agree? He finally paid the price for his arbitrariness - the manager he had worked so hard to find actually resigned voluntarily, giving him a resounding slap in the face. Within two months. With the loss of two managers in a row, perhaps he should wonder if it was because the managers were too keen on power, or if he was too stupid himself.

After a moment of silence, Evan stood up and held out his hand to O'Neill, "Thank you for everything you've done for the club, Mr. O'Neill." I agree with your resignation. ”

O'Neill smiled, "Goodbye, Mr. President." After saying that, he didn't look at Allen who was sitting next to him. Adams glanced at it, turned and walked out of the office.

After seeing O'Neill walk out, Evan . Dogeti sat down slowly. Looking at Alan sitting on the couch. Adams didn't speak.

"Who are we going to be the head coach now?" Alan asked, spreading his hands.

"Only God knows. Evan muttered weakly, it had hit him too hard this morning.

"There are few successful coaches at home, and this is not a good time to find a coach......

"Then go dig!" Evan suddenly became excited, "Dig me one from another club!" He crumpled O'Neill's resignation letter and threw it in the trash.

Bievin. Dogotti was even more surprised by the players and coaches, all of whom looked at him in disbelief as O'Neill stood in front of them with a smile on his face and said he had made the decision to resign. I thought he was joking, but the problem was that Mr. O'Neill was not a person who liked to joke. He and Tony. Don is different.

"Thank you for your support over the past two months. O'Neill smiled goodbye to the players. "I don't have a good relationship with the club hierarchy, but it's a pleasure to get along with you. You are all lovely. I'm proud to have coached such a team, even if it's only been two months. ”

"I'm sorry I can't continue to lead you, good luck. ”

Then he hugged and said goodbye to the assistant coach, the fitness coach, the goalkeeper coach and the first-team coach one by one.

Chris Rac was still a little dazed, Tony was gone, Martin was leaving. What's going on? It's all gone, what are we going to do? What about Nottingham Forest? Is such a team that has just won the treble going to disappear?

As he hugged O'Neill, he asked the question, "Is your resignation because of Tony, Mr. O'Neill?" ”

He worries that Tony's influence is too great for O'Neill to work freely here.

O'Neill shook his head and cleared Donne's "grievances": "It has nothing to do with him, I don't have a good relationship with the club president and the commercial director, David. They have their grounds. I have my position, and unfortunately our position is not the same. You're a good assistant coach and you're going to be a great manager in the future, thank you for your help, David. The new coach is here, so help him like he did me and Tony, and hopefully he can work here...... A little longer. He looked into the distance and sighed softly.

One last wave goodbye. O'Neill turned and left the stunned team.

Reporters who have heard the news have blocked the gates of the Wilford base. The noses of these dogs are really smart, he has just had a showdown with the club, and they all know about it. As if there were no secrets in front of them.

When the reporters saw O'Neill coming out of it, they struggled to squeeze through the security guards and rushed up.

Countless microphones barely reached O'Neill's mouth. The camera was unanimously focused on him.

"Mr. O'Neill, I heard you resigned? Is this true? ”

"Coach O'Neill, can you explain the reason for your sudden resignation? This is so surprising...... You've only been here for two months! ”

"Hey, Martin! Martin! It is said that you have a conflict with the club's hierarchy? Can you reveal what kind of contradiction it is? ”

"Was Pepe the transfer responsible for this resignation?"

"Maybe it's Michael. Dawson...... Don't you like Dawson? ”

"Tony. Don also left suddenly. Have the two of you ever been in touch? Does your resignation have anything to do with him? ”

"Can you tell us where your next stop is?"

"Is it true that the Nottingham Forest hierarchy has interfered with the manager's recruitment efforts as seriously as you said in an interview?"

"Can I rate Evan. Dogetty? ”

"Has your resignation been approved by the club?"

Nothing was heard at the scene, except for the loud questions of reporters and the sound of pressing the shutter. Everyone shouted at the top of their voices, for fear that O'Neill, in the middle of the crowd, would not be able to hear.

But O'Neill was not in the mood to answer their questions, he stopped in front of his car door, turned to the enthusiastic reporters and said, "My resignation has been approved, and I have nothing to say about it." I'm grateful to the people who have helped me in my two months at Forest, and I'd like to clarify that and Tony. Don doesn't have anything to do with it. My decision to resign is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with anyone. If there's anything else you want to ask, please leave it to the club. I'm sure they will announce a press conference soon. ”

With that, he pulled the car door and got in, closed the window, and started the car. Under the siege and interception of reporters, he slowly opened the door.

The reporters chased a few steps and stopped. As O'Neill said, the club will definitely have a press conference and their questions will be left to ask at that time.

Pierce. Bruce didn't expect O'Neal's resignation decision to be so resolute either, and he watched the black car in the distance from behind the crowd. I don't know where the future holds for Nottingham Forest.

How did this happen? A megatron Europe. The division of kings who has established a prestige all over the world, and it has only been two months since things are wrong. It became unrecognizable.

If you want to trace back to the source...... It doesn't seem to be able to get around one person.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Tony. Don Grace Number.

When Donne's phone rang in the restaurant downstairs, he was studying the list of English players from all the Premier League teams in his upstairs study. One of the two 24-inch monitors connected to the computer was playing the video footage of the game, and he needed to compile the video clips through the computer to make a collection of his needs, and then engrave them into discs, label them, and put them in the cabinet in different categories. It doesn't look like a headless fly.

Staring at the TV screen for a long time to study the game footage. Or reading books and notes, so that Don is slightly short-sighted, he wears black-framed glasses, pokes his head very intently to observe the performance of several target people, and when he needs special attention, he will press the pause button, and then bow his head in the notebook to record the time with a pen, so that it is easy to edit later.

He watched so intently that the first time his cell phone rang downstairs. He didn't hear it at all.

It wasn't until the sound died away that he suddenly realized if something was ringing just now......

He tilted his head and listened, but heard nothing, and just as he shook his head, thinking that he had been crazy lately, and was about to continue working, the phone rang again.

As Don pulls on his slippers, he walks down the circular staircase through the long second-floor hallway. After passing through the 80-square-meter living room, when I finally came to the dining room, the bell stopped ringing.

"I'm so impatient. Donn muttered as he picked up his phone, wanting to see who was calling.

The missed call on the screen shows the caller's name: 007.

Tang En is too lazy to type some people's names, and English names are still not as simple as Chinese names for him. So he's going to give a lot of people a substitute number. 007 refers to Pierce. Bruce, because of his name and that famously 007 played Pierce. Brosnan sounds a lot like that.

The reporter for the Nottingham Evening Post, Don didn't know why he was calling him, and was hesitating to call back to ask. The mobile phone in his hand vibrated again while playing music.

He finally pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Mr. Bond, why are you calling me at this time?" Don asked lazily as he leaned back on the couch in the living room.

"I want to know the real reason for your sudden decision to leave Nottingham Woodlands. Bruce asked straight to the point.

Don's face collapsed when he was asked, and he never answered such a question, not even Bruce. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reporter. I don't want to answer that question, if you want to interview me. Please make an appointment in advance......" After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone.

That's when he heard Pierce. Bruce yelled, "How long are you shrunken turtle, Tony!" ”

Don was shocked by the sudden yell, and the phone was not hung up.

"Did you read the news? Do you have a newspaper there? Is the TV turned on? Bruce continued to ask loudly.

"Not really. Don looked around, nothing was on the table, the TV was turned off, and the screen was pitch black.

"Then I'll send you back the live report now!" Bruce said viciously that this was probably the first time he had addressed the king of Nottingham Forest in such a tone since he became a journalist. "Martin. O'Neill has just submitted his resignation to the club. And I'm sure the club will agree to his resignation! ”

Don was stunned by the news. He thought he was dreaming, and it was a very unreal dream.

Martin. O'Neill has only been with the team for two months. Why did you quit your job?

"If you still care about Nottingham Forest, you know why! Evan. Dogetty and Alan. Adams and the two men made a deal to sell Pepe with AC Milan without telling O'Neal, and now they are bringing in Michael without him. Dawson, although the media called Dawson's arrival 'homecoming', but it violated O'Neal's authority. So he resigned! It's as simple as that...... Now, tell me why you decided not to renew your contract in the first place, and have you lost faith in the club's hierarchy like O'Neill? Tell me, Tony! ”

Don was silent for a moment, but did not answer.

"Well, I know what you're thinking. You're worried about causing turmoil in the team if you say it, right? You're stupid, Tony. The clubs are like this, isn't it completely foreseeable that turmoil will come? Martin. O'Neill has resigned, and Shaheen is also moving to Bayern Munich. Do you think the team you put so much effort into building will survive? The players have lost faith in the club's hierarchy like this, doesn't Pepe's departure speak for itself? He's the most loyal warrior of all! ”

"Do you still love this team? Do you still miss every day and night of the past eleven years? Isn't it heartbroken that they treat you like that on the Crimson Course? Don't be silent, Tony. ”

Pierce. Bruce was leaning on his car outside the gate at Villeford to call Donn, and the reporters around him were almost gone, and he yelled at the phone, and no one paid attention to him, just another ordinary reporter who asked for enough space in the office.

"Don't be silent, Tony! Tony? Tony...... Feed! Feed! ”

Bruce, who had been speaking generously for a long time, found that the person over there had cut off the phone.

"What the!" Enraged, he kicked the wheel of his car, and the car sirens went off, startling himself.

"Bastard!" Bruce reached for the key and scrambled to turn off the alarm. He thought it was a terrible day.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't think so, because he's a journalist, and what happened today should make his blood boil, and make him want to rush back and start writing the manuscript right away, and publish the news before everyone.

But now that he's a Nottingham Forest fan, he thinks it's just terrible.

He leaned back in the car and looked at the Nottingham Forest emblem on the front wall of the Wilford training base gate.

Donn walked back to his study and watched the game footage frozen on his computer screen. As it happens, he's watching footage of Nottingham Forest's game from last season. The person in the video is Aaron. Mitchel.

He found that he had no mind to sit down and work. He suddenly wanted to listen to some music, and perhaps only music could soothe his irritable heart at this time.

He turned on the stereo and returned to the computer to the sound of music. The good music still couldn't calm me down, something was stuck in my chest and I wanted to rush out.

He sat down and turned off the game tape, then opened the ord file, remembering that he should have written an op-ed for Corriere della Sera. His column has not moved since the World Cup.

But today, he has to write, he has a lot to write, he wants to scold, he wants sarcasm, he wants to vent, he wants to destroy something, only then will it be possible to rebuild in the future.

In the continuous sound of keystrokes, James. Blunt (james_blunt) sang loudly:

“…… You're so beautiful, you're so beautiful, you're so beautiful, it's true...... However, it's time to face the facts, you and I can't be together forever......"