Despite having properties in London and Manchester, David Beckham still bought a luxury villa outside of Nottingham. The house was bought after he signed with the Forest, and after six months, it was finally ready to be occupied.

His wife, children, and servants moved in, and the original deserted house began to come to life.

It's August 10th, and before David Beckham gets up, Victoria is busy in the sunny kitchen.

When Beckham got up, he didn't jump down to the bathroom to wash up, he sat on the bed and was stunned for a while.

It's been a month and a half since I joined the Forest team, and it's been more than ten days since I moved to live in the city, but sometimes I'm still in a trance, and I wake up every morning to feel if I'm still in Madrid.

Tomorrow is the first round of the Premier League season, and after four years, I'm back in the loop, and I don't know how to describe it.

Beckham rubbed his face with his hands, and he heard Victoria screaming downstairs, so he jumped out of the large bed and went to wash up in his pajamas.

Anyway, he's not a Real Madrid player right now, he's not a Manchester United player, he's a Nottingham Forest player.

In the four years since he left, there have been a lot of changes in the Premier League, and who would have thought that Nottingham Forest would suddenly rise in 2003? At that time, Forest were still struggling in the First Division (now the English Championship), Tony. Donn's name is also unknown. Manchester United are also different, Ruud van Nistelrooy is gone, Roy. Keane is gone, Bart is gone, Phil. Neville left, and there were only Giggs and Gary in the original class of 92. Neville is still in the Manchester United squad, what about the others? are scattered among the teams in the Premier League. In the new season, he will inevitably have to compete with his former best friends on the field, and the game against Manchester United is even more inevitable.

If it's fine at the City Stadium, what will the fans do to them if they return to Old Trafford?

Perhaps Luther should be asked, he has already been back to Old Trafford once for the Forest and must have relevant experience......

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Don woke up with the screaming in his ear, and he patted Shania on the head, as if he were shooting an alarm clock, and Shania did not scream obediently.

"This alarm clock is pretty smart......," Don muttered as he sat up from bed, he wasn't in the habit of sleeping in pajamas, and he never wore only a pair of underwear. However, because she has lived with Shania for a long time, both parties are used to it, and Don ** sits on the bed with her upper body, and Shanya will not feel embarrassed.

"Come on, I've made you a Brazilian-style breakfast!" When Shania saw that her goal had been achieved, she ran out in a hurry.

Don washed up in the upstairs bathroom with only a pair of underwear, and then got dressed before going downstairs. The newspaper was not placed on the table, but on the couch aside.

Shania hated Don reading the newspaper while eating, and so did her father, so much so that she always complained that it was a common problem of men. So as long as she was in Nottingham, she would take the opportunity to get up early to make breakfast for Donne, put the newspaper away on the sofa, and then supervise it while eating.

It must be pointed out that Shania's cooking skills have not improved at all, and Donn used to say that her cooking is not delicious, and she also said that it is because the British food is not very good, and today's Brazilian breakfast tastes special. What has improved is Donn's ability to bear it - now he doesn't find it unpalatable, at best, it tastes a little weird......

Ever since Shania volunteered to make breakfast for Don, Don had one more reason to read the newspaper at the dinner table - to be distracted.

Now this trick doesn't work, and Shania is very strict. And Don also knew that reading while eating was not a good habit, something he had been repeatedly taught by his parents at home when he was a child, as if it were common to "wash your hands before eating and after using the toilet".

"Haven't you been working all this time?" Since I don't want to be distracted by reading the newspaper, I just chatted with Shania.

Shania shook her head: "I pushed it too." ”

"Yo, I'm starting to learn to play big names at a young age." Don laughed.

"I don't have to walk the catwalk now, and I have enough money to eat and wear within a year." Shania tapped the coffee cup in front of her with a spoon. "After signing endorsements with large companies, I naturally won't participate in many small unrelated catwalks."

"I'm going to Liverpool in the morning, I don't have time to spend with you, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to Liverpool too!" Shania raised her hand, startling Donn.

"Don't think about it, I'm not going with you, I'll let Mr. Fasar accompany me, shopping and traveling...... By the way, watch the game! In addition, I have also decided that as long as I am not working, I will watch your away games live! ”

Don was even more frightened.

Shania is no ordinary little girl, she is a supermodel who has become popular all over Europe, her print ads have been frequently seen in the most prosperous commercial areas of the big cities, and her TV commercials have been broadcast on major TV stations. Even ordinary people who don't know about the fashion industry have seen her face. Such a person runs around with his team...... Aren't the media the happiest people? The most developed in England is not their Super League, but the all-pervasive paparazzi

He wanted to put on a straight face and say "no". But on second thought, Shania is still a child after all, and she has almost given up all the hobbies that a child should have for the job of modeling over the years, and her childhood has been spent in various training rooms. Now that you have money and status, you don't have to run around like a dog for your livelihood anymore, so what's wrong with having fun? Think of it as compensation for the lost childhood......

"Uh...... Then you have to watch out for those paparazzi. Donn reminded. The media in England is not like in other countries. ”

Shania rolled her eyes, then bit the teaspoon and nodded with a happy smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Tony." I've got a lot of experience. ”

Don continued to eat with confidence, ate a few bites, and suddenly raised his head, looked at Shania and said, "Stay safe." ”

Shania was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

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"George, what time is the team meeting?" Sophia asked in passing as she cleaned up the freshly used utensils in the kitchen.

Wood was packing his backpack in his room, heard his mother's voice, poked his head out and said, "Half past ten." ”

The bright sunlight outside the window slanted in, spilling on George's hands and backpack, and it was a little hot.

As he walked out of the bedroom with his backpack, his mother heard footsteps coming out of the kitchen. "Are you leaving now, George?"

Wood looked at the fine beads of sweat on Mom's head, then placed the backpack on the floor, "No, there's no hurry, Mom. ”

He walked past Sophia and went straight to the kitchen, where he began to pick up the unfinished work of his mother.

"Hey, you put it down, I'll just do it." Sophia quickly turned around and tried to snatch the plate from Wood's hand.

Wood didn't listen to his mother, and he used his broad back to keep Sophia behind, protecting the plate in his hand and the sink in front of him like a ball on the court.

Sophia knows that she can't persuade stubborn Wood, and she's glad to see her son help her with household chores.

She stood aside and gave Wood a hand.

"George."

"Huh?"

"Tell me honestly, do you have a girlfriend? A big star like you must be very popular, right? Sophia said with a smile.

Wood shook his head firmly, "No, Mom. ”

"Find a good girl, George. Young people, it's a good time to fall in love. ”

Unexpectedly, Wood shook his head again: "I don't want to find ......"

"Why?" Sophia was a little surprised.

"It's good to have a mother."

Sophia smiled dumbly: "Silly child, your girlfriend will become your wife in the future and accompany you for a lifetime." Can Mom? ”

Wood was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said in an urn voice, "There...... Before, I just stayed with my mother. ”

Hearing this answer, what could Sophia say besides smiling? Living with her mother for a long time, she knows that George has a mother-love complex, which is the result of the mother and son relying on each other. She doesn't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, mother and son are deeply in love, but she can't accompany Wood for the rest of her life, he must find a girlfriend, even if he doesn't get married, he has to let him understand what love is......

There was a sentence she put in her heart and didn't dare to say it. Because every time she mentioned "death", George would be furious, glaring at his mother and forbidding her to say the word.

But it is a fact that my mother's health is not good, even if there is a forest club to pay for surgery, the body is broken, and it is not like a machine, and it is as good as ever if you change the parts and polish it. Once Mom is dead, what are you going to do alone, George?

She gently hugged Wood from behind, leaning her face against Wood's broad, sturdy back.

"George, George, my silly boy......" she murmured in a low voice.

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"Garay, what are you still grinding about!"

Outside the gate of an ordinary red-tiled house, a stocky middle-aged man stood in the bright sunlight, who had just raised his head and shouted upstairs, and now looked at his watch impatiently and frequently.

"You started packing your backpack half an hour ago, and you haven't gone downstairs yet! What's in there? Atomic bomb? Carbine? Or a whole bunch of Oasis CDs? ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Just as Humpty Dumpty was chattering, footsteps coming downstairs rang out from inside the house.

"Goodbye, Mom."

"Goodbye, son."

The sound of a kiss.

The door in front of Humpty Dumpty was opened, and a tall young man with a monkey's cheek poked his head out of it. Humpty Dumpty, who was standing by the door, grabbed his backpack and pulled him out, then pulled it open.

"Oh, damn it......" he groaned, "sunscreen, hairspray, mirror, comb...... Why don't you take a pack of sanitary napkins anymore? ...... are you?" the fat man looked up at his son's face and was stunned for a moment, then angrily grabbed the sunglasses off his son's face.

"You're a professional footballer, not a white face! Look at your hair, hard as a steel needle, are you going to murder the opposing players on the field? How much hairspray did you wear? He reached out to shave his son's hair, but let him deftly dodge it.

"Hey, Dad. It's a haircut that took me a long time to get right! "Little monkey Gareth. Bell yelled dissatisfied.

"Are you doing this kind of thing for an hour?" There was anger in the man's voice.

"You just said it was half an hour...... Bell protested cautiously.

"Shut up!" Humpty Dumpty took out the majesty of being a father and glared at his son fiercely. "Don't think that now that you have won the European championship, you can talk back in front of me! I'm telling you, even if you kid wins the World Championship, you're still my son! ”

"Yes, yes......" Bell nodded honestly.

"How many times have I told you? If you're a professional, you should focus on how to train hard and improve your abilities, not on dressing up...... If you look at the way you are now, everyone will think that you are some kind of star chaser who worships a certain little white-faced star, who will be a football player for you? Human energy is limited, when you put too much energy into the appearance and clothing, you will not have enough energy in training and competition, how old are you? Do you have a long way to go? Don't you admire George the most? Look at him, when did he care so much about his appearance? He's always the hardest one, you have to learn from him......" Bell's dad went back to what he did best, his lips tumbling up and down like a Gatling machine gun. The saliva star flew sideways in front of Bell, making him roll his eyelids up a little worriedly, for fear that his father's saliva would spit on his hair.

His action provoked an even more violent "shelling" from his father. "What? What roll your eyes? Not happy with my statement! Why do you think we gave up our home in Cardiff and moved to Nottingham? Not for you, Bell! What to do with your head down? Lift up and look me in the eye! ”

Feeling a little helpless, Bale raised his head to his father and said, "Dad, if you keep saying that, we will have to drive to Liverpool by ourselves." ”

At the same time, my mother's voice rang out inside: "Honey, haven't you left yet?" ”

"Ah......" The fat man reacted at this time, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, the time had indeed been delayed long enough. But who delayed it? He glared at his son and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road. "This hairstyle that you spend an hour getting will only take thirty seconds on the court and will be so messy that you won't even recognize yourself......"

"It's half an hour, Daddy......"

"Shut up! Get in! The fat man patted the car door hard, "If you are replaced halfway because of bad performance, be careful and come back and I'll clean you up!" ”

"Dad, the starting list hasn't been announced...... Bella pulled through the car door and reminded.

"Shut up! My son must start! Gareth. Bell is a genius! The Italian can't get used to the pace of the game, the weather, and the food, and I promise you, he'll be home in a season! ”

"But there's also Layton......

"Well, he's a good boy, but in terms of talent...... A little worse than you! The father looked back at Bell and grinned, then twisted back and started the car.

"Fasten your seatbelts, son, we're in a hurry!"

With the roar of the engine, the silver-gray Ford rushed out like a wild horse.

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Don stood beside the red bus wearing sunglasses and holding his hands, such a dazzling sunlight made him wear sunglasses justifiably, and no one would accuse him of "pretending to be cool" in his heart.

Chrislak counted the number of people in front of the sweaty car door, and Don got in the car early, blowing the air conditioner and ignoring what was going on outside.

Since Don was promoted to assistant coach of the first team, Chris Rac has been responsible for all kinds of trivial matters and caring about the lives of the players; Collect information on each player's performance in the game; Tell the players that they have a few yellow cards and that they may be suspended for the next game; Supervise the team during training...... It is also his responsibility to assemble the team and count the number of people.

Don's job is much simpler, telling the players one-on-one about the tactics and tasks of the game.

"It's just George. Wood and Gareth. Bell too. Chrislak counted twice, then turned to Donn behind him.

Don didn't say anything, just nodded, and the two continued to wait in the sun.

Soon, Wood appeared in front of him, carrying his bag and running. After seeing the bus and the two people standing outside the door, he quickened his pace, faster and faster, as if the 10,000-meter run had reached the final sprint. This is also his special way of warming up.

Wood rushed to the two coaches with a gust of wind and stopped. Don looked at him, his T-shirt was soaking wet. "Do you still have clean clothes in your bag?" He asked.

Wood nodded. There is also one piece to be changed after the race.

"Take it off and put it on." Donn pointed to his wet T-shirt.

Wood obediently took off his clothes, revealing his strong muscles, and took out a clean T-shirt from his backpack as if no one was in front of him, and changed into it.

"Very good, watch out for colds. Now go up. Donn gestured to the car door.

When Wood got in the car, he greeted his teammates and sat down in his place.

Donn and Chris Rac continue to wait for the last man – Gareth. Bel.

The mid-August morning sun was as hot as the sun, and the roasters were a little irritable. But the two coaches stood on the sun under the car, without the slightest expression of impatience on their faces.

A screeching sound of brakes and a roar of motors came from the front of the road, and then a silver-gray Ford glittered in the sunlight and rushed into everyone's field of vision with a wonderful "drift". Chris Rac, who was not wearing sunglasses, was shaken and couldn't help but squint.

Don next to him whistled: "It's really Aixian's father." ”

Bell doesn't have his own car, he comes to the training base to train, and he is always driven by his father, and everyone is no stranger to these two silver-gray Fords.

The car stopped with another beautiful tail flick in front of the bus, and before the door opened, the voice of Bell's father came out: "Look, we're not late!" I told you to trust your dad's skills, your dad was a kart driver in the first place, but he didn't become an F1 driver because he was chasing your mother...... That's a real loss for F1, and for Michael. Schumacher's luck! ”

Hearing this, Donn and Chris Rac couldn't help laughing, they both remembered the scene when this fat man brought his son to Nottingham Forest to sign a contract, this fat man is so modern and confident, they have long been used to it. This was true four years ago, four years later, and I guess in a few more years, he will still be the same.

Bell "rolled" out of the car, his legs were weak, and he almost didn't stop.

"Dad, if I don't behave well, it must be because of your flying car...... I'm going to throw up......"

Attention was drawn by the speeding car, and the players gathered near the door burst into laughter.

Bell noticed that everyone was coming, and hurriedly stumbled over.

"Boss......" He greeted cautiously, for fear that the boss would punish him, and it seemed that he was late.

Tang En nodded, not intending to punish him. "Get in the car."

Bell let out a long breath, and just after his feet were on the first step, Donn's devilish voice rang out again: "Your starter is gone, little monkey." ”

The teammates who were watching the excitement on the side saw Bale's surprised expression and laughed.

Amid the coaxing of his teammates, Bell got into the car with a sad face.

Chris Rac jumped into the car, and Don was stopped by the enthusiastic Daddy Bell, "Hey, Tony. ”

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Bell?" Donn turned to look at him.

Humpty Dumpty moved over to Don and whispered in his ear, "Give him a chance, Tony." He didn't mean to be late, I lost my temper with him and delayed the time, and I blamed ...... for that."

Don interrupted him with a smile: "If you perform well, you will have a chance." Mr. Bell. ”

This answer didn't satisfy Old Belle, and he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction in person, so he had to mumble: "You don't let him play, what else can you perform?" ”

Don patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Wait at home and watch TV, Mr. Bell." Then he turned and jumped into the car, the door slowly closing behind him.

"Guys." Looking at the players who had returned to their seats, Donn raised his arms, "This is the first game of the new season, we are going to Liverpool with the title of European champion......" He glanced and waved his hand down. "Don't mess me up!"

Dog days are the hottest days of the year, and mid-August is the "last of the dog days." Today, the sun is shining in England, stretching from Newcastle in the north to Southampton in the south. Under the scorching heat, the image on the road ahead was even a little weak.

In this weather, the red bus of Nottingham Forest slowly drove out of the gates of the Wilford training base and headed northwest.

The hot summer is not over yet, and the hot new season has begun.

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Remark:

Nottingham Forest's squad for the new season (26 players):

Goalkeepers: Van der Sar (1), Igor. Akinfeev (12), Dale. Roberts (25).

Defender: Leighton. Barnes (22), Gareth. Bell (2), Pascal. Zim Bonda (3), Sun Jihai (21), Herard. Piques (5), Vicente. Kompany (33), Pepe (6), Weiss. Mogan (30), Robert. Ayala (4), Raphinha (14), Grosso (28).

Midfielder: George. Wood (13), Martin. Petrov (8), Raphael. Van der Vaart (23), Chris. Cummons (20), Aaron. Lennon (17), Frank. Ribery (7), Stephen. Sidwell (26), David. David Beckham (24).

Forward: Freddy. Eastwood (11), Niklas. Bendtner (9), Luther. Van Nistelrooy (10), Arshavin (18).

(To be continued)