Donn scratched his hair: "Did we get to the refugee area in the early nineties of the last century?" ”

Moore pointed to the yellow station wagon and said: "Modern caravans, no fixed lifestyle. Mr. Donn, the Freddie you're looking for? Eastwood is one such gypsy. ”

"This ...... Sounds like a fantasy novel. Don said with a dry smile. Does he know divination? Glittering magic crystal balls, half-curtained mysterious huts......"

Moore shook his head: "He won't. But ......"

"But?"

"It is said that his wife would - she was also a gypsy."

Looking at all this in front of him, Don didn't know what to say. He's here to find the demon in the game, not a gypsy who lives in a caravan with his wife and lives a life out of the mainstream...... The white curtain in the third-square-to-left window shook a little. Moore reminded Donne, who had not yet come to his senses: "It seems that the sound of our conversation has awakened the owner here, Mr. Donn. ”

"Huh? What ......"

Donn's question was interrupted by the sound of a "squeak" opening the door.

A girl in pink pajamas, a black fur coat, and her hair was disheveled—Don couldn't tell if it was a woman in front of him, because she looked so young—poked her head out of the car.

"Two gentlemen, are you here to buy a car?" The girl's voice is crisp, like the song of a bird in the morning.

"Buying a car?" Don thought he had misheard.

Moore's slow, deep voice rang in his ears just in time: "He now joins a local amateur team, and when he is not training or competing, he helps his father sell used cars. ”

Don glanced at Mohr: "Mr. Mohr, do you know anything else about him, can you tell us together?" ”

No sooner had Moore than he was about to open his mouth when the girl jumped out of the car and stood barefoot on the grass on the early winter morning. She looked at the two visitors curiously. "It seems that you are not here to buy a car, and it doesn't look like you are here for divination. Are you the ones sent by Old Man Boris? ”

"Who is Boris?" Don didn't understand, he felt that he really shouldn't have gone out today, what was going on!

"Local councillors." "He has repeatedly condemned in public that his actions of placing his home on the green belt of the community are illegal, and he has called on the relevant authorities to investigate the matter." ”

"Thank you for the explanation, Mr. Moore." Don nodded, he had completely lost his temper.

"You're welcome, Mr. Donne."

"But...... I don't think you guys look like political axes either. "The girl was watching them while Don and Moore were talking." So, what exactly are you here for? She didn't know where to pull out a deck of playing cards and tossed around with them in her hand. Don was drawn to her excellent poker skills.

Who are these people!

At this time, he heard a "poof" sound behind him, and then a male voice that was so loud that it was so loud that it suddenly sounded: "Hey, Serem! Are there any guests? Are they here to buy a car or are they looking for you for divination? Has the child woken up and have you breastfed him? Oh, go back, you haven't put on your shoes yet! ”

The sudden sound was like a machine gun, and the speed of speech was extremely fast, and the words were still very unclear, abrupt, abrupt, abrupt...... Don didn't have time to hear what he was saying, and it was over.

He and Moore turned to look back, and a man's head appeared above the bushes. "Oh my God, he's so tall!" Don sighed. Although the bush is not a tall poplar tree, there is also a person who is taller, this man looks taller than the bush, is it the second poplar? Kohler? No, he remembered that this person was not tall in the game...... "Mr. Donne, in fact, ......" Moore corrected Donn's statement, "He can't be that tall, you look like he's tall because ......"

Eastwood looked at the two strange men in front of him, shook his head curiously, and walked out from behind the bushes.

“…… Because he was on horseback. ”

Seeing Eastwood "walking" out, Donn only heard the sound of something disconnecting in his head.

More was right, the man was riding on the back of a black steed! The horse kept wagging its tail and snorted.

"Oh God...... Did I get to the Middle Ages? Donn let out a wail, what he saw today may never be forgotten in his life - Donn's medieval fantasy journey!

The Gypsies looked at the man who was scratching his hair strangely, not knowing what he was doing. At this moment the cry of a baby sounded in the wagon, and the woman hurried back, while the man jumped down and led the horse to the back of the woods and tied it to a tree. With that done, he walked back to the station wagon, sat down on a chair in the doorway, and looked at the two men.

Finally recovering from his madness, Donn stepped forward, coughed, and introduced himself, "Hello, Freddy. I am...... Uh, I'm ......" he got stuck. What is my identity?

"It doesn't matter who you are, sir." Eastwood sat down in his chair with a big grin and shook his head, "What matters is what you're here for. ”

"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?" Donn gets straight to the point.

This sentence caught Eastwood's attention, and he stared at Don closely, and after a long time, he suddenly slapped his thigh, got up from his chair, pointed at Don and shouted, "I remember!" You are the ...... of Nottingham Forest The one! ”

Don nodded, "As you think, I'm the one." "It's a nice name, and it saves everyone a lot of trouble with each other.

Eastwood snorted: "Whose fault was it that I was kicked out by West Ham? Are you embarrassed to come to me and plan to make me work for you? ”

Hearing the other party say this, Don En touched his nose with some embarrassment. Wood did that really badly, but if it wasn't for that foul, how could he have found the position Wood does best? If it weren't for that injury, the man in front of him might not have been reduced to the point of playing in an amateur team, but if not, how could they have the opportunity to face each other like today?

Karma...... When Don saw him, he was sure that this person was the very good Freddie in his memory? Eastwood, with a slender figure, a fair face, and brown hair, matched the impression of the face exactly. In the English League Cup in the 06-07 season, it was this person who took a direct free kick to help the team he played for eliminate the mighty Manchester United.

The only thing that worries Donn now is: he doesn't know what exactly in his memory was the reason for this man being dropped by West Ham, whether West Ham thought he had no potential, or because of injury? George? Did Wood's foul on him affect his future abilities? Is Eastwood standing in front of Done now still the Eastwood who beat Manchester United?

Eastwood was still babbling and complaining, and his wife, who appeared behind him with her baby in her arms, coughed, "Don't make excuses for yourself, Freddie. Haven't you always wanted to play professional football? Now's your chance. ”

Eastwood was immediately dumbfounded.

Then the woman smiled at Donn, "I'm sorry, sir. That injury hit Freddie just too hard......"

Don nodded apologetically, "He has every reason to do this, and I was the one who should say sorry for that incident." ”

Eastwood's wife continued: "After Freddie's leg healed, he wanted to give up football for a while and focus on helping his dad with the car dealership. I advised him to try his luck at other clubs and he went to Charlton ......"

While his wife recounted the past, Eastwood sat in a chair and looked up at the sky as if it had nothing to do with him.

"But the folks at Charlton heard that Freddie had just broken his leg a few months ago and didn't even give him a minute."

It was all caused by Wood, and although it didn't have much to do with Donn, he still took the blame on his shoulders: "I'm sorry, ma'am...... So we come to him now, hoping to help him make up for this regret. With that, he looked at Eastwood and waited quietly for the other party's answer.

"Freddy!" The wife raised her voice and called her husband's name.

He finally lowered his head, looked at Don and snorted, "We gypsies pay attention to fair trade in business, and since you came from Nottingham to find me, it shows your sincerity. Then I'm going to show what I'm capable of, otherwise you're still worried about whether I can play football if I break my right leg. ”

Don smiled: "No, I'm not worried about ......"

"Afternoon, Playground, watch me play!"

※※※ This is a match in the southern division of the amateur league, and it is said to be an entertainment game, but it is actually an ordinary football stadium with only a small stand made of steel frames. Outside the Bernabeu Stadium, Donn once lamented that Forest's home stadium and Real Madrid's home stadium were like a middle school stadium, but now the "entertainment stadium" in front of him is an out-and-out "middle school stadium".

Almost everyone gathered around the pitch to watch the game, there were no billboards to enclose the football field, no television broadcasts, no large number of journalists, no changing rooms...... Nothing.

Looking at such a playing environment, Don felt sorry for Eastwood. At the same time, the apologies in my heart deepened.

"Stimson is a good guy and let me come to Grace Athletic when I didn't have the ball to play, and even though it was an amateur game, I was able to maintain my form and feel for the ball all the time. I think he'll be happy to see me play professionally again and I'm going to score a lot of goals in this game to repay him. 'Eastwood said this to Donn before the game, as if scoring goals was a simple thing for him, and he could score a lot if he wanted to.

Now he's standing in the middle of the pitch, ready to kick off.

"What do you think, Mr. More?" Donn asked his former chief scout for what he thought.

"I haven't seen him play, Mr. Donn." Moore replied honestly, "But the cheers around the stadium that called his name should say something." ”

Don smiled, "I think so too. ”

The game had only been going on for fifty minutes, and Don couldn't contain the excitement in his heart. Did he really see it, see the Freddie who was exactly the same as the one in FM? Eastwood! The genius who shoots eighteen from the start, passes seventeen, throws nineteen, technique eighteen, dribbles seventeen, long-range shots sixteen, talent eighteen, explosiveness seventeen, balance seventeen, speed fifteen!

Spectators around the stadium chanted Eastwood's name and worshipped him as a god!

In fifty minutes, he has already scored six goals! Penalties, free kicks, long shots, goalkeeper shots, goalkeeper shots! He showed almost all the ways in which he scored on goal, as if to show Donn his shooting ability.

Donn cheered and said to Moore next to him, "What do you think now, Mr. Moore?" ”

"As you say, Mr. Donn. He's a genius. There was finally a change in the expression on Moore's face, and he replied with a slight smile. Obviously, the performance of this Gypsy striker also conquered the discerning old scout.

"He's only twenty!" Donn joined those around him in clapping and saluting Eastwood, "He shouldn't belong to this humble pitch, not to a game without TV broadcasts and press interviews!" Be sure to sign him, he will be a sharp knife in the Forest team's forward line! ”

"I agree, but I always have a question, Mr. Donn."

"Huh?"

'Signing new players seems to be the job of the first-team manager.

Donn turned his head to look at the old scout standing beside him, "You can see me as the future first-team manager of Forest. He saw a flash of light in the old man's sunken eyes. Mr. Moore, are you going to reconsider your decision to retire? ”

"No, Mr. Donn, I won't take back my decision."

Hearing Moore say this, Don was a little disappointed, still can't ...... This old man is so stubborn!

"But...... You can ask me for my help in a private capacity, as you did this time, Mr. Donn. Old Moore was still expressionless, but Don seemed to see an old man smiling at him.

There were cheers around him again, and Eastwood scored again.

(To be continued)