Martin. O'Neill resigned and spent only two months with Forest. I wasn't surprised at all, I even thought he left a little late.

For a Premier League manager, poor results are not the worst enemy. It was interference from the club's hierarchy. When you're the last one in the team to know, what's the point of staying there? For club owners, the manager may be just a wage earner, who can be hired for money. Well, I'm happy to see what manager Nottingham Forest can get to be their puppet.

—These are the first two paragraphs of Donn's column to Corriere della Sera. This is his open letter.

After almost a month of silence, Donn's column opened fire again, this time targeting his former club, Nottingham Forest.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was very energetic. It's not just about swearing, in this op-ed he also revealed for the first time the real reason why he chose not to renew his contract in the first place:

“…… When Pepe moved to AC Milan, I could understand Martin. O'Neill's mood. Because a year ago, when Lennon went to Inter Milan, I was in exactly the same situation as him. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't drink anymore, I thought I'd give him a call and invite him over for a drink – look at these two poor managers.

Actually, I had a lot to say since I left, but at that time, Martin. O'Neill has just taken office. I don't want to talk too much about a team that is no longer my coach and it would be a problem for the new manager and the team. I don't doubt my impact in that team at all, yes, I'm very confident at that.

I chose to keep my mouth shut, I think that's good for the team.

But now that things have changed and O'Neill has resigned, I don't think the situation for the Forest team could be any worse, so I'm going to tell you what I'm saying in my heart.

Life and work are made up of a lot of details. These details are often not taken seriously. But I'm a person who cares about details. In the transfer of Lennon, I saw the last thing I wanted to see - the club's hierarchy began to get used to reaching out to the team, which would have been the case with me and Evan Lennon. It is absolutely forbidden in the oral agreement of Dogeti. But eleven years have passed, and the original verbal agreement has long been non-binding. Then I realized that this would only increase over time, and I would be exhausted. Just like Martin today. O'Neill like that. I chose to leave at the most glorious time, maybe that would give you a beautiful back. But now it seems that maybe leaving without saying a word has achieved that effect, and I am self-defeating......

I have to pay tribute to those who still love Nottingham Forest. And I apologize to the fans who have been hurt by my attitude, and I'm sorry that I can't continue to coach Nottingham Forest. If I could, I would like to finish my coaching career here, but the circumstances are not good for me right now. But no matter where I am, my love for Nottingham Forest, my love for you has never changed......"

The Nottingham Evening Post deftly featured Martin Notes on the front page of the sideline. Press images of O'Neill's resignation and a guide to Donn's open letter are placed together for comparison. At the same time, it also reminds all readers who buy this issue of the extraordinary, what is the extraneous place of this issue.

A story about two men who left Nottingham Forest.

The headline on the front page is also very flavorful:

They came here one after the other. They left here one after another.

The subtext goes straight to the club. This is Pierce. What Bruce means.

That open letter Tang En wrote very long, occupying half of the page, Tang En didn't know how many words he wrote, anyway, he kept writing and writing when he had something in his heart. As he typed these words in front of the computer, both of his arms were sore.

This article and Martin. The news of O'Neill's resignation is even more shocking when put together.

"Martin. O'Neill announced earlier this morning that he had applied for his resignation as Nottingham Forest manager, and there has been no response from the club's hierarchy on his application. Our correspondent found O'Neill at the door of Wilford, who was about to leave......"

There was a lot of commotion on the TV screen. In the constantly shaking camera lens, O'Neill is standing by the car door answering reporters' questions:

"My resignation has been approved...... This and Tony. Don doesn't have anything to do with it...... I'm sure they will announce a press conference soon......"

The scene was very noisy, and his voice was not audible, but the key meaning was still expressed.

The crowd drinking at the Forest Bar stared at the large LCD TV hanging from the wall. More than two months ago, they tuned in to see Tony in the same place. The news of Donne's sudden departure, and today I saw Martin. O'Neill resigned suddenly...... Their brains have lost the ability to think, and they don't know what to say about such a thing.

Perhaps Bill's first reaction was the most real, and he scolded "**". Just don't know who he's and it's Martin who resigned. What about O'Neill? Also the president of the club sir. Or the reporter who reported the news and disturbed his good mood for the day, or ...... Is it himself?

The news continues, and the door is opened.

Fat John banged the door with a stack of newspapers in both hands.

Seeing Bill stupidly standing in front of the TV watching the news, he laughed and walked over. He placed the newspaper in his hand on the table he was on, and then he went to the next table to hand out the newspaper, and when he put a newspaper on every table in the bar, he had exactly one left. It's his own.

Someone noticed his unusual behavior. Then he asked, "What are you doing, fat man?" Please drink I will. Just read the newspaper and forget it. ”

John leaned back in front of the bar and asked for a glass of wine. Then say to the man, "Aren't you always calling for the truth about Tony's resignation?" That's up there. He pointed to the newspaper that had been placed in front of him, which had the word "Extra" on it, a special issue that had been brought out for what had happened to the Forest today.

As soon as the words fell, a group of people who were as stupid as wooden stakes just now suddenly scrambled for the newspaper in front of them.

Only Bill didn't move, his gaze moving from the TV screen to John.

John smiled at him, took a sip of his wine, and began to read the newspaper.

Donn's column was more than he was at war with other columnists. The tone is much gentler, but the irony in his bones is not lacking at all.

The mood today is good, and against such a news background, it seems contradictory. He's happy that it has nothing to do with Nottingham Forest, anyway, Nottingham Forest is like this, and it's not surprising that it will be bad next. What makes him happy is the real Tony. Don is back. There's another reason, and that's Tony. Don never betrayed them, as he thought. He's always loved the team.

That mood, as if knowing that an old friend who had lost contact with him for many years was still thinking about him, and I felt warm from the bottom of my heart.

That's enough. Tony, do a good job in the national team. I'm a Nottingham Forest fan, but I'm also an Englishman.

It's only half a day. Martin. O'Neill resigns and Tony. Donn's open letter has spread throughout England, and media outlets large and small have reprinted and reported it, which can be regarded as a "grand occasion".

As a ball field that has just won the treble, even if they fire a stadium turf cleaner. will be on the media. What's more, it's such big news that there have been two head coaches changed in two months.

It is clear that Nottingham Forest is in the midst of a kind of civil unrest...... The reason for the civil unrest is now clear to many people - the club's top management interfered too much in the affairs of the team, which caused the dissatisfaction of the two previous managers, so they protested by not renewing their contracts and resigning.

It's just a pity for the fans and players who are obsessed with Nottingham Forest......

The training session that morning was completed under the leadership of the assistant coach, and everyone was absent-minded. Chris Lak wanted to continue with the afternoon training program, but look at the team like this. Think about the reporters who were stuck outside, he temporarily changed his training plan and announced a half-day holiday in the afternoon.

He's worried now that a few of those guys will end up staying in the team.

It was only then that he suddenly felt how blessed he was to have a strong man standing beside him, who could make him feel secure, and when he was in trouble, he would come up to himself and say, "Don't worry, David." I am here. Or grinning. Smile at him: "I have an idea. David, do you want to hear it? ”

Wood picked up Billy on his way home. Wools' phone.

"Martin. O'Neill also resigned. Are you going to stay in a team like this? Real Madrid offers you an annual salary of 15 million euros before taxes, and if you are willing to sign, this is what you will earn for the next four years. ”

This time, the captain of the Forest team did not hesitate and resolutely rejected his agent.

"No, I'm going to stay here. ”

"I can predict the fate of this team in the next few years – a drop in results, a tarnished reputation, and the hatred that has been forged with other teams in the previous decade, all of whom want to beat the Treble. Your game is going to be very tough. You probably won't win a championship, George. "Woods calmly analysed the disadvantages of staying with Forest.

"I don't care, I've won enough titles. ”

Uks chuckled: "It's true, you've got all the accolades you can get as a club player. But I still don't want you to stay here. Evan. Dogotti is a big idiot, his old friend is a small idiot, and this team is not worthy of your allegiance. You're the best player in the world, George. You deserve to play for the best team and show the world what you are capable of. ”

"Do you think that if I stay here, your income will be reduced?"

Woods laughed, he thought Wood was so cute. He laughed so hard that he even coughed: "Ha...... Ahem! I don't mind how much money I make, George. I care about you. ”

"I think there's enough money right now. ”

"But are you happy to play in a team like this?"

"Happiness. "George. Wood replied.

"You're lying, George. Tell me the real reason. Otherwise, I'm not done with you, and I'll call you every night in the middle of the night to tell you which club has taken a fancy to my dear George. "This old man is like a naughty boy.

Wood was silent for a moment, he was almost home. It's not good to be entangled with the old man like this, and to be asked by his mother. Because it's easy to deal with an agent, it's hard to deal with your own mother.

"I warn you, don't try to make up a random reason to fool me. I've walked more bridges than you've walked, baby. ”

"Because I'm the captain," Wood said. ”

Woods thought Wood would explain in a few words. But Wood was silent when he said this, giving him the feeling that his heart was hanging in the air. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "That's it?" Gone? ”

"It's gone. ”

"What do you think? The captain has a new coach, maybe he will be replaced. It says nothing. If you are given a captain's armband, you can win your loyalty, which is too worthless...... What happened to you? Are you irritated by today's events, dear? ”

"I didn't think much. I'm telling the truth. I'm the captain and I can't leave my team behind. I don't want to be like him and leave on my own! Wood raises the volume of his speech in a rare way, accentuating his tone.

This time it was Woolks' turn to be silent. He knew who "he" Wood was.

"Okay. George...... It's up to you. As long as you feel so good. But that's a bad excuse! Wooks hung up the phone hard.

As the night wore on, the last rays of the setting sun hung outside the window at the junction of the western sky and the horizon, visible through the flat terrain of Wilford and the view of any of the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Surrounded by dense woods, Ground Wilford oozes an inky black against the backdrop of the afterglow. At this time, even the turf maintenance workers are gone. In all of Wilford, only the head of the club's office still has a light leaking.

Evan. Dogetty stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the twilight. On the table behind him was a copy of the Nottingham Evening Post, which had only been published this afternoon.

There are only four editions outside the number, and two editions belong to Martin. O'neill. The two editions belong to Tony. Dawn.

He'd seen them all, with a kind of normalcy that Allen hadn't expected. The so-called "normal mind" is what Allen observed, that is, the club president did not angrily curse while reading, or stop reading and crumple the newspaper and throw it in the garbage, or tear it to pieces, light it with a lighter, etc. He read the whole article quietly, and sat there silently.

Alan knew that he would have to face more rights and wrongs from today, and it would not be wise to bother him at this time. So he quietly took his leave.

In fact, Evan has long since recovered from his daze, and now he is hiding from the media. He knew there would be a lot of media out there wanting to interview him. Even if the club has announced a press conference tomorrow afternoon, the hungry paparazzi are still not satisfied, they want to know more, they want to know more inside information. Or...... They just wanted to take a picture with Evan on it. Photograph of Dogeti's face with a hasty expression.

When the last rays of light were lost in the night, Evan . Like a thief, Dogetty stepped out of the three-story building, which was already pitch black, and slipped against the wall to the parking lot, where his driver was already waiting for him to fall asleep. He had to bang the window to wake up the driver, who was leaning his head back against the driver's seat, his mouth wide open, and drooling.

"Huh? Mr. I'm sorry...... I fell asleep...... Sorry......" The driver, who was still confused, opened the window. With his other hand, he wiped the sticky saliva from his chin and stammered an apology to Evan.

Evan interrupted him impatiently by tapping on the door. "Open the door and go home!"

When the dark red Audi appeared in the doorway, the police had the illusion that the front of the car was alive, and it swayed to the left and right, as if to watch the situation ahead.

The driver honked his horn to signal the guards to open the closed door, but was reprimanded by Mr. President.

"Don't honk!"

He was afraid that this voice would be heard by reporters who didn't know where to hide, but it stands to reason that there shouldn't be any more reporters around here at this time...... Or is it purely "being a thief"?

Nice modern electric gate in Evan. Dogety's eyes moved slowly, out of the way. But in his eyes, the thing moved slower than a snail. He missed the carved iron gate that had been torn down before, Ian. MacDonald stretched out his hand as if he were a young man when he opened the door, much faster than this modern computer program-controlled thing!

When the gate was only halfway removed with a rumbling sound, Evan urged his driver to drive through. For him, the more he waits here, the more dangerous it is.

But he miscalculated, and when his car had just driven out of the gate, at its slowest speed, a group of reporters who had come out of nowhere suddenly appeared on the sides and in front of his car.

The driver was startled and slammed on the brakes.

It's okay now, I can't run away at all.

When the reporters saw the car stopped, they swarmed up, holding cameras, cameras, and microphones and reaching out to the rear window.

"Mr. Dogety! Can you share your thoughts on O'Neill's resignation? ”

"Tony. Donn claims that his departure is entirely your responsibility, do you have anything to reciprocate, Mr. Dogetty? ”

"How do you feel about losing two managers in two months in a row?"

"Mr. Dogety, can you answer a few questions? Just a few! ”

"Nottingham Forest have lost their manager less than a month before the start of the league season, do you have a new manager?"

"What does the future hold for the team? Real Madrid is said to have played against Georges again. Wood made an offer, will he leave? ”

Countless questions hit Evan with flashing lights. Dogety. In the night, his face turned pale with flashing lights.

He tried his best to make his expression look better, then ignored the reporters, just urging the driver to drive and get out of here.

When the car started again, the reporters in front of them retreated and filmed, and when they were sure that they could no longer shoot anything new, they moved out of the way.

The dark red Audi engine let out a long-suppressed roar, and it left in a hurry in front of the reporters as if fleeing.

A photojournalist pressed the shutter on the butt of the car that was kicking up a puff of dust.

"This photo is awesome. The embarrassed president of the club is gone, hoping that he will have a good dream tonight. ”