Evan Dogetty really doesn't know what kind of mood he should be in right now. Do you want Wood's mom to stay unconscious, or wake up without incident? He told Wood to wait until his mother woke up to talk about retirement, and if Sophia woke up and it was going to be on the agenda, what should he do then? Agree to Wood's request to retire? No kidding! He's only thirty-two years old, he's the heart of Nottingham Forest, and if he retires, what will we do!

There was another thing that made him angry - the Arabs suddenly put the negotiation progress full.

What made him even angrier was that it had something to do with Wood!

George Wood's sudden departure has clouded the team's prospects, and the Arab infidels don't know where they got the news that Wood might retire, in which case they need to reconsider their bid for Nottingham Forest.

Alan Adams was also very helpless about this, believing that it was simply a ruse of the Arabs. They are trying to find every excuse to lower the bid and try to buy Nottingham Forest at the cheapest price. Otherwise, how can a player be compared to a club?

If the Arabs use this excuse to lower the price, Evan Dogeti is unacceptable. When I first approached this Arab consortium, I valued that they had money and could afford a lot of money. I didn't expect that the more I talked about it, the less money I would pay......

Now how Evan Dogetty wished that God and his old man would come and save him.

There are far fewer reporters outside Wilford than usual, and everyone knows why – the Royal College of Medicine at the University of Nottingham is clearly more noteworthy than here. Even among the players who train here, there are absent-minded people who are on the training ground and their hearts fly to the hospital. George hadn't appeared in front of everyone for two days, no one knew what was going on with him, and Gareth Bell, Aaron Mitchel and others, who had a good relationship with him on weekdays, were a little inattentive in training.

McAllister is in the eye. Anxious in the heart. He has already reminded his players not to focus on anything other than football, but to prepare for the game with peace of mind. But his words were useless, and the players were still distracted. You must know that their next game is to go to Anfield to challenge the mighty Liverpool, which is not an opponent that can be easily defeated, and Anfield is not a stadium that can be conquered by distraction. If the team's mind is not on the game, what will greet him as a manager?

McAllister didn't dare to think about it.

"After training, I was going to the hospital to see George and his mom. Bale said to Mitchel during a break in training, and he looked at the other side.

Mitchel certainly knew what that meant. He also replied, "I'll go with you." ”

Bell laughed when he heard his answer. But the smile only flashed on his face, and then he changed his expression again. Bale looked left and right, motioned to Mitchel to play with his waist, he leaned on the other man's ear and said, "I heard the news that George may retire ......"

"What!!" Mitchel exclaimed, barely believing his ears. He saw Bell gesturing to him and told him to be quiet. Hurriedly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you hear that?" ”

"Rumors came out of the hospital that someone said overheard George and his agent...... It's just a rumor, and I don't know if it's true or not. Bale saw that Mitchel seemed to have no intention of continuing training at all, and was about to leave the training ground now. hurriedly spoke comfortingly.

Hearing the rumors, Mitchell also calmed down again: "I don't believe it...... The captain is not like that. Besides, he is only thirty-two years old, what kind of service is he retiring? ”

In fact, Bell only comforted Mitchel, but did not succeed in comforting himself. In his heart. He had also been worried that George would retire.

Seeing Freddie Eastwood beckoning the players to return to the training pitch to continue training, Bale patted Mitchel on the shoulder, comforted him and comforted himself: "Don't think about it so much, we'll find out when we go to the hospital after training." ”

The room was silent, and only the sound of the instruments could be heard. George Wood waited in front of his mother's bedside, gently holding his mother's hand and refusing to let go. Vivian records all kinds of data that appears on the instrument and organizes it into a report for doctors to use as an important reference when diagnosing and treating. Agent Billy Woods is out there trying to figure out how to deal with the increasingly impatient media. I don't know where the news leaked, but some media guessed that Wood was going to retire, and for a while "the crowd was excited", and the number of reporters who came to interview was twice as many as yesterday. If all these reporters were to come in, the daily work of the hospital would not have to be carried out.

Vivien recorded the data on the instrument as she peeked at Wood, who was sitting in front of the hospital bed. She already knew the latest rumors from the newspaper that Wood was retiring. She's not a die-hard fan, but she's Nottingham. Football is still understood. In the past, when the Forest team was at its most glorious. Every year at the end of the season, a huge parade can be seen in the city to celebrate another trophy for the Forest. Moreover, the hospital where she works and the English Football Club have always been in a cooperative relationship. How can you justify not knowing anything about football?

Is he really going to retire?

Vivien looked at Wood and thought.

Wood sensed that someone was watching him, and he looked up, just in time to meet Vivien's gaze. Frightened, Vivien quickly looked away, re-invested in the instrument screen, and scratched the notebook with a pen, pretending to be recording data. In fact, how could she have the heart to work?

Wood could feel someone watching her, and she could feel that Wood wasn't looking away right away.

It seems that an hour has passed, and in fact the minute hand of the clock on the wall has only passed one square. Vivien was secretly relieved when she felt Wood take his eyes back. When she relaxed, she felt strange. She didn't feel nervous or panicked when she looked at Wood outside the hospital room, so why did she feel so stressed by him now? It's as if he's a lion. And he is just a helpless prey in front of a lion......

After recording the data, Vivien should have gone straight out, because her job was done. But she said to Wood, "Mr. Wood, you better go and rest first......

Wood looked up again at Vivien, and this time Vivien didn't hide, she looked directly at the other as well.

Wood didn't agree to the offer, but he said "Thank you." ”

Vivien knew that she couldn't persuade this stubborn man, judging by what she had seen and heard in the past two days of work here. There may be someone in the world who can make Wood obedient, but she's in a coma in her hospital bed. No one else would be able to persuade Wood to change his mind, even if it was just a matter of rest.

Vivien sighed softly and turned to walk to the room door. She and Wood didn't know each other, and the first meeting was only two days, and she really didn't have a position to think too much about Wood.

When she opened the door to the outer room of the ward, she saw two people coming towards her from the end of the hallway. One of them, she knew, was Mr. Billy Woods. And the other person he was with was a little confused, and he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Mr. Witches. Vivien stepped out of the way and greeted Wood's agent, who had been familiar with him for the past few days.

"Miss Miller. What is the situation of George's mother today? Witches paused and said to Vivien.

"I haven't woken up yet, but my vital signs have stabilized. Vivien finished answering Vux's question, and then glanced back at the man next to him. Because she felt that this person was somewhat familiar. Suddenly, I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

How could Woods not see what she was thinking, so he simply pointed to the silent man next to him and introduced, "Mr. Tony Donne." I'm sure you've heard the name, so I won't go into too much detail. He smiled.

This name is so loud that Vivien can't have heard it? Just four months ago. He just led LinkedIn Gran to the world championship, and then announced his retirement and disappeared from people's sight. I didn't expect ......

Vivien hurriedly greeted the legend of English football: "Hello, Mr. Donne. I'm Vivian Miller, the nurse who specializes in caring for Ms. Sophia. ”

She graciously extended her hand to Donne, who also took her hand while staring into her eyes. It wasn't polite to look at him like that, but Donn always did. He's taking the opportunity to observe the other party. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and there are many things that can be seen by looking at the eyes.

Don let go of his hand as he looked away.

Vivien also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. The feeling of being stared at by him was similar to the feeling of being watched by Wood just now, and it made her feel very stressed.

Woods, of course, didn't know what was going on under the two of them's eye contact, and he was introducing Donn: "Miss Miller is a very responsible nurse, and Wood and I are very relieved to have her to take care of Sophia. ”

Donn nodded, "Thank you for taking care of Wood's mother, Miss Miller." ”

Vivien smiled back: "It's my job." Mr. Donn. No thanks. ”

The three of them didn't communicate any more, after thanking Vivien. Don and Woods walked into the room, while Vivien closed the door and left.

However, as she left, she suddenly remembered that it was a well-established fact that Don and Wood had a good relationship, and perhaps he could persuade Wood to change his mind. Mr. Woolks appeared here with him, apparently he had called Mr. Donn.

When Donn entered the inner room, Wood clearly heard someone enter, but he didn't look back, obviously his mind was on his mother.

Seeing that Wood didn't care about anything but his mother, Woods was about to make a loud noise to remind him that he was coming. was interrupted by Don reaching out. On the way here, Woods had already told him about Wood's recent form, but hearing was false, seeing was believing. At the first glance at Wood's back, Don felt that this time it was a tricky matter.

Don just stood behind Wood, not saying a word, and neither did Woods. Until Wood sensed something was wrong. He remembered that it seemed that someone had gone out and someone had come in, so he turned around......

When he saw Don standing right in front of him, he could barely believe his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Donne, who also saw Wood's face, felt heartache for what he saw was such a haggard Wood. Sophia was all the pillars of Woodland, and Don had no doubt that what he saw only confirmed that fact. But it made him feel uncomfortable, and his feelings for Wood were complicated. It's not just a relationship between a coach and a player, and it's not just a mentor-apprentice relationship that picks him up from the street and cultivates him to become a talent. It's hard to put into words that complex emotion.

"How many hours did you sleep in the past two days?" Don opened his mouth and asked.

"I ...... Five hours...... No. Facing Donn, who suddenly appeared in front of him, Wood's brain was still a little unresponsive, and his speech was a little stuttering.

"Go and rest. Donn's tone of voice was unmistakable.

Wood's brain was finally normal, and he shook his head and refused, "No, I'm going to stay with Mom." ”

"Don't be funny, George. When your mom wakes up, are you going to let her see your face? A stubbly beard. With deep-set eyes, messy hair, and a real stench that can't be pumped off by air conditioners, you came straight down from the training ground, right? You haven't showered yet, have you? Are you going to make your mom faint again? ”

Watching the play from the sidelines, Woods had to admit that Done was better than him in terms of lip service, and that his special relationship with Wood allowed him to speak so freely. There is no need to worry about a strong backlash from Wood. I can't do it myself......

Done's words hit the nail on the head, referring only to Wood's most vulnerable place - his mother. He didn't dare not listen to everything he said in the name of his mother.

Wood was still hesitant, but his attitude had loosened a lot. Donn added another fire.

"What are you still doing? Take a shower, go get a good night's sleep, and then when your mom wakes up, let her see a healthy you. Do you want your mom to still worry about you in a hospital bed? George. Do you know how many years your mom has been worried about you? ”

This last sentence touched Wood's heart. Of course he knew that his mother had always worried about him, and when he was a child, he was worried that he would be as weak and sick as himself, so he was reluctant to eat nutritious and delicious things, and he fed him all of them. When I grew up, I was worried that he would learn badly like those bastards in the slums, take drugs, fight and fight, and do all kinds of evil. Eventually, she was sent to prison, so she would rather work as a prostitute than earn money to send him to school, so that he could get an education and find a decent job in the future. Later, when he finally became a professional footballer and was able to make a lot of money, Wood thought that his mother finally didn't have to worry about himself, because he was an adult, but he didn't expect his mother to start worrying about his life's events again. Worried that I won't be able to find a girlfriend......

Wood got up from his chair. "I'm going to take a shower. ”

This is the VIP ward, which is the room where the patient rests. There are reception rooms outside, as well as beds for accompanying staff to sleep, shower toilets, satellite TV, telephone, Internet and other facilities. Wood rushed into the bathroom outside, and soon there was the sound of water bubbling inside.

"Looks like I was right to call you. Wooks laughed.

Don didn't answer him. Wood had given up his seat in front of the bed, and Don walked over and sat down.

He looked at the face on the hospital bed.

He still remembers the first time he saw the face.

At that time in Snington, everything he saw was gray, gray walls, gray roofs, gray sky, gray expressions on everyone's faces, like black and white televisions. The first color that caught his eye and heart was Sophia, the only light source in the small, dim room, the only color in the gray and dull world.

He was distracted.

Now he's just as distracted.

The colors of yesteryear are fading, and the light that once lit up the room is slowly fading. She lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, her face pale, her face much haggard than the last time Don saw her, countless tubes and wires connecting her body and those cold instruments, and she didn't feel angry at all.

Don stared blankly at Sophia lying on the hospital bed, and suddenly remembered something. Many years had passed since those things, and he thought that they had been forgotten for a long time, but he didn't expect to float from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

He gave her a violet dress and let her breathe in surprise.

In order to protect her from Corrymore's frivolity, he confronted Collymore, who was still the first-team manager at the time, in the heavy rain.

And that ambiguous night, he and she waited absently in the center of the room for George Wood, who had not returned, to come home......

In that past time, deep in my heart, was there ever a moment when I fell in love with her?

While Don was wandering, he heard Wools behind him suddenly shout, "Madam! ”

His mind returned to its place in an instant, and when he refocused on it, he saw at a glance that Sophia was staring at him with her eyes open.

"It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Donn......"

Her voice was so weak that it was heart-wrenching.