For the entire night, Donn didn't sleep well.

Leaving the familiar bed, he tossed and turned on the larger bed, and there were always inexplicable dreams in his mind. In his dream, he saw himself rejuvenated, standing at the door of the city stadium with a travel bag; Then he stood next to a green field, and next to him stood a strange middle-aged man, surrounded by dozens of childish young players, listening attentively; The middle-aged man appeared several times in his dreams, and each time he stood next to him, without saying a word, like a statue; Later, it was still the green field, but the middle-aged man was gone, and this time he was surrounded by a group of young players, talking to them. Later, the scene changed, and he saw a familiar scene - he was on the court during the day, and there was also a middle-aged man standing next to him, standing on the sidelines in a straight suit to direct the game, and he continued to be silent. The dream changed, and the man around him became more and more irritable and irritable, and finally one day there was no one around him, and an old man stood in front of him, patting him on the shoulder, and saying something in his mouth, but unfortunately he couldn't hear anything.

And then ...... And he awoke.

When he opened his eyes and saw that the sky outside was still gray, and there was a murmuring sound outside the window, he got up and sat down on the bed, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim room. Looking at the completely unfamiliar furnishings in the house, he still couldn't believe that he had come to England and became a football coach, although only as an agent...... Rub your hands together on your face to make yourself more sober. Donn jumped out of bed, then pulled back the closed curtains.

It was early morning outside, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. The wet pavement reflected the lights of street lamps and cars, and it was raining.

The weather reminded him of his hometown, a small city in Sichuan, which is also a rainy city, always wet in summer and winter. Seeing such an early morning, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.

Sensing the chill, Don found that he was still wearing only one pants, so he quickly put on his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Tony; Coach Donne's place of residence is called Branford Garden, and it is a very ordinary residential area located in the Wilford district on the south bank of the Trent River. A red brick house, a small garden, and that's it. The house is not small for a single Donne, but it is definitely not big in Nottingham. The rent of the house is cheap and the most important thing is that it is close to the Forest's training base and academy. If you walk northeast for more than 20 minutes, you will see the gate of the training base hidden in the woods.

Don finished washing up from the bathroom, and planned to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

When he walked to the refrigerator, he found that the refrigerator door was covered with notes. Opening the door and finding a carton of milk and a loaf of bread, he stood in front of the refrigerator, curiously reading the note on it while eating a simple breakfast.

The most striking thing was an A4-sized table, and after Don glanced at the contents, he only felt dizzy.

6:30-7:00, morning jog.

7:00-7:20, breakfast.

7:00-7:40, newspaper reading.

7:40-8:00, go to the training ground (note, the game will be arranged separately).

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It's a very detailed schedule of schedules, accurate to the minute, and a lot of notes. From the second he opened his eyes in the morning, the schedule was faithfully executed until he went back to bed and slept with his eyes closed.

"This damn obsessive-compulsive sufferer!" For the lazy Donn, the practice of dividing his life into minutes and then filling in the specific content one by one is simply a living sin. Every day's life has been set in front of you, what time to do, what time to do, what time to do, and even wish to write the time to go to the toilet into the plan, so as to make overall planning. He finally understood that Kenny had been yesterday; Why was Burns so surprised to see him drinking—Tony before; Don is an out-and-out workaholic, unemotional, completely unrelievable of life, rigid and stubborn...... It is a miracle that such a person can live for thirty-four years!

There are also small yellow, green, and red notes attached to the white planner. There are different things written on it, and the yellow one is a memo that reminds him of a meeting at a certain time. Green is the phone number that was written down casually, and there are not many green notes, and it seems that these calls have finally reached Tony; Donn's private phone book. The red ones are the most and are important schedules for the day, every day. Don scanned the refrigerator line by line, and finally found the red note that had been taped to the door of the refrigerator yesterday morning.

In addition to the date of the day, there is only one sentence on it:

"The first first-team game as a manager, you have to win !!"

Watched so many Tonys; The plan memo that Donn had left behind, it was the first time he had seen the man write with punctuation marks that were strongly emotionally suggestive, and there were three of them at a time.

Looking at the scribbled handwriting on the red paper, which was completely different from the previous memo, Don could even imagine the expression and movement of this person when he wrote this sentence. He must have clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, full of anticipation and fighting spirit, and used all his strength to leave this oath on the note.

Pity...... Donn thought of what was said in the TV news yesterday that the Forest team suffered a 3-0 defeat to the underdog Shalwall at their home stadium. Was it the sudden arrival of himself who took away his victory? Don thought blankly as he looked at the notes plastered on the refrigerator door.

He must have done the most thorough planning and told his players the day before the game. But what's the use? The game was still lost. There is a saying in China: planning can't keep up with change.

Don reached out and removed the notes from the refrigerator door one by one. In the end, all that was left was a red note that said "Must Win".

He then tossed the notes into the trash along with the milk cartons, clapped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom, it was already daylight, and although it was still raining, there were more pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

Don thought that he had just seen eight o'clock on the schedule and seemed to be going to the training ground, and looked down at the watch, which was exactly seven forty.

No matter how bad and ridiculous the reality is, he has become Tony after all; Donne, instead of this unlucky ghost, naturally has to do the work of the unlucky ghost. Don is not an irresponsible fellow. And he never thinks that victory will come out of nowhere. He put on his coat, took a black umbrella in the doorway, then pushed the door open and stepped into the rain.

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The Foresters' training base is also in the Wilford District, where the Trent River makes an N-shaped bend in the west-east direction, alluving into a large flat area of land that a century ago was a large area of fertile farmland and forests. Nottingham is just a small piece of land on the north bank of the river. Today, the city has crossed the Trent River and is now a sizable residential area that the Forest club bought it to build its own training base.

The narrow training ground is divided into two parts by a path called 'Wilford Lane', with a slightly larger area to the north being the youth training base, which is one of the best academy in England. A little smaller south of the road is the training base for the Forest's first team, also known as "Wilford".

Winter rains in the UK are not heavy, but they are annoying because they are constantly falling. Tang En felt that it didn't matter, after all, whether it was his hometown or the city where he worked after graduation, Chengdu, it started to rain non-stop in winter.

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Ian, the base's old janitor; Macdonald looked at Tony with some strange eyes, and his trouser legs were wet; Donn: "Tony, what are you doing here?" ”

Don felt that he was asking this question inexplicably. "Come and train."

Macdonald said to him: "But Tony, today is January 2, 2003, the team is on holiday, New Year's holiday. ”

Don patted his head, he forgot about it.

Seeing him pat his head, MacDonald shook his head slightly. He must have thought that Don En was still in his head because of yesterday's impact.

"I said here, how...... How can it be so quiet? Happy New Year. Donn smiled awkwardly at MacDonald and turned to leave. That's when he saw a dark red Audi A6 parked next to him.

The rear door was opened, and from inside came a fat old man. Donn's subconscious tells him that this man is his boss, the president of the team, Nigel; Mr. Dogetty. He was followed by a middle-aged man, about the same age as himself, tall and capable, wearing a well-fitting casual jacket and holding an umbrella in his hand, mostly covering the chairman's head.

Dogotti saw Don standing on the side of the road, and the old man took the initiative to stretch out his arms and hug Don. "Tony, I watched yesterday's news. Forgive me for not calling you, my son just came back from the United States to see me. You okay? ”

Tang En was a little flattered by the boss's attitude, and he hurriedly replied, "I think it should be...... All right, thank you, Mr. President. ”

Nigel let go of Donne, then pointed to the middle-aged man standing beside him, and said to Donn, "My son, Evan. ”

Evan; Dogeti took the initiative to extend his hand: "Hello, it's nice to meet you." Mr. Coach ......"

The father next to him interrupted his son: "Evan, I've said it many times. Don't call 'coach', say 'manager'. This is England, not the United States. ”

Evan smiled apologetically at Donn, "I'm sorry, Mr. Manager. ”

Don also stretched out his hand: "Uh, it's okay. I'm glad to meet you, too, Mr. Dogetty. ”

The chairman next to him interjected: "My son has just returned from the United States, he has grown up there since he was a child, and he feels strange to England. He's an 'American' who grew up watching the NBA now. ”

Evan smiled helplessly at this ridicule and did not refute it.

Standing in front of him was the boss who paid him, and Don thought of the red note on the refrigerator, and he felt compelled to explain yesterday's failure, even if it was a lie. "Uh, Mr. President...... I'm sorry for yesterday's loss......"

Unexpectedly, Nigel put his hand on his shoulder and comforted him in turn. "Tony, I don't like to fail either, but that's not your responsibility alone. ...... two seasons" At this point, the chairman looked at the sky in the distance with somewhat cloudy eyes, muttered an expletive, and then withdrew his gaze. "Do it, don't think too much, I won't put any pressure on you. Happy New Year, Tony. He tapped Donn on the shoulder, then turned and walked with his son into the team's training base.

Don stood at the door, seeing the back of the chairman, and his son Evan, who was holding him and holding an umbrella for him, he couldn't tell what it was like at this time. He accepted the reality of being a football coach as quickly as possible, but he couldn't accept the team emotionally in a day. He didn't know much about Nottingham Forest, other than that she had been brilliant. He is also not a Forest fan.

But the two taps that the old man had just given him on the shoulder made him feel a warmth in his heart. As a "stranger", this warmth is precious. He decided to give it a good job and do his best. Not only to gamble with the drunkards, but also to be worthy of the trust that Mr. Chairman placed in him, though the old man did not know that the man he trusted was not the Tony he knew; Dawn.

"Happy New Year, old man......"

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Leaving the Wilford training base, Donn wandered the streets, aimless, unable to distinguish between north and south. The rain had stopped, and he simply used his umbrella as a crutch.

There were several times more pedestrians on the road than when he went out before, and today is a holiday, as a matter of course. Everyone came out in groups to play and go shopping. It's the New Year. However, such a festival atmosphere does not belong to Tang En, and he has no heart to go to the festival now.

He felt strange that he could read every word in English, understand every sentence of English, as if it was an instinct, he was as familiar with the language of the country as he was with Chinese, and some life skills, but he had forgotten other important things.

There was a fault in his memory, he didn't remember himself as Tony; How Donn trains the team, how he organizes the tactics. He also doesn't know much about his popularity, influence, and reputation in the club. He could not therefore understand why Mr. President would be so kind to him. It's just that sometimes those vanished memories will come back, stay in his mind for a short time, and disappear again.

But he knew the former Tony; What kind of person is Donne? He is obedient, taciturn, conscientious and hardworking. In terms of private life, he is like an ascetic, he does not smoke or drink, he has no love experience, he never goes to the place of Fengyue, every day except for work, he goes home to rest, and he strikes every stereotypical hour like Ben in London Bridgehead. He likes to be quiet, and the only entertainment activity is listening to classical music with headphones in his room.

"What the fuck!" Recall the concerns about Tony in the depths of memory; After Donne's information, the current Donn couldn't help but scold, "This is simply a person living in the Middle Ages, it's too boring!" Why is there such a person in the world?! ”

Donn summed it up for himself. Now this body is not its own, it belongs to a company called "Tony; Donne's "medieval antiquity, so he possessed a physical instinct that was familiar with life in England. At the same time, his heart was beating in this body, so he had a completely different personality from this body's instincts.

Now that he thinks about it, he still has to thank him for the ugly experience yesterday. Let everyone know that he's been hit in the head, so you don't have to worry about anyone suspecting Tony; Why has Don't his surname changed so much?

Tired from walking, Donn sat down on a bench on the side of the street to rest, and then began to think seriously about how he could be a successful coach and live up to the trust that the old chairman had placed in him.

He buried his head and thought about it for a long time, without a clue. He doesn't know how to train the team, and he doesn't know how to make the team win. The football manager game that I used to play is completely useless at this moment. He wasn't familiar with every player in the Forest team, at least not now. He can't just say like he watched a TV game: the manager should send this guy on, let that guy play on the left, let that guy assist...... Facing a completely unfamiliar team, Donn couldn't even get the ball he could see.

To make matters worse, now he doesn't have much time to prepare. The squad have a day off today and will regroup tomorrow for the FA Cup third round on the number 4 against Westham United from the Premier League.

The current Forest team has suffered three consecutive defeats in the league, and the new manager, who has just been replaced, has made a big ugly appearance on television and has extremely low morale. Although West Ham United is not having a good time in the Super League, they are still better than Forest.

Tang En smiled bitterly: "It's really a house leak that happens to be cloudy and rainy...... If this is also fate, then all I can say is: you fucking shit! ”

Annoyed Don looked up, and he saw a sizable bar around the corner across the street. Looking at the word pub on it, he decided to go inside for a drink and put all his worries aside for the time being.

"It's not for nothing to travel to the UK, at least the bars are good stuff." Donn muttered to himself across the street and pushed open the heavy reddish-brown gate.

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"I'm sorry, it's not yet opening time, I forgot to hang the sign at the door......" A middle-aged man who was wiping glasses behind the bar when he heard the door knock said, but he was stunned when he saw who came in.

Donn was also stunned, because he recognized the man with the cigarette in front of him as the person who had invited him to drink last night - Kenny; Burns. Yesterday, he was so angry that he made a mess of other people's bars, but he didn't expect to come here again!

Done's next reaction was to step back, look up at the bar's sign, and walk in to take a look. "How the did I get there?" He couldn't help but curse.

Burns looked at him with interest: "It seems that yesterday's collision made our Tony; Don's surname has changed dramatically. ”

It's a good step, and Don took advantage of the situation: "I know, he used to ...... Uh, I never swear, I'm quiet like a woman. Haven't opened yet? Then I'll change ......," he turned to leave, and Burns' hearty laugh rang out behind him.

"No need to waste your efforts, there will be no bars open before half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon."

Don turned around embarrassedly: "I...... I rarely come, so I don't know. ”

"It's not very rare, today is your second time at the bar. As I said, you used to be like a puritan in the purest of kinds. Don't mind if I say that about you? ”

Don shook his head, he was an atheist, he wasn't religious, he didn't care what kind of religion he was divided into.

Burns walked out from behind the bar, and then beckoned to Donn at the door: "Since you're here, don't go, I'm bored by myself now anyway, how about chatting with me?" Of course, I invite you to drink. ”

Now Don was also trying to talk to someone, and he blinked: "The purest Scotch whisky?" ”

Burns laughed: "That's right, the most authentic Scotch whisky from my hometown!" But don't press your glass to my face. ”

"Ahh That thing...... I would like to apologize to you for the record. ”

"It's nothing, fights are common in bars. People get more excited when they drink too much, especially when there's a ball game......" Burns nodded in understanding.