In the Nottingham Forest youth team, there are two people who are most concerned about Donn, one is Gareth, who Donn personally poached from Southampton. Bel. He's always taking the time to look at Bale's training and see if he's improving.

Bale was obedient and although Don forgot to tell him why he switched to left-back, he insisted on practising at left-back. Although he can't see any great effect at the moment, he is still practicing. Another thing that caught Donn's attention was Bale's free-kick practice.

To Donn's excitement, with the right guidance and practice, the kid's talent for free-kicks began to show. According to Bale's father, Bell Jr. was so fond of free-kicks that he now even goes home in the yard and does only one thing in school physical education class – practising left-footed free-kicks.

Standing on the sidelines, watching the kid kick the ball over the moving wall again and again, Donn seemed to see the birth of another Beckham. The sense of accomplishment of watching a player's ability go from mediocre to characterised is indescribable, as if, as if...... It's like giving birth to children and raising them with your own hands.

These young players are his children, he is their father.

As for the other person he paid close attention to, it was naturally George. Wood too. His interest in Wood has become public, and the whole youth team knows that this silly boy is highly regarded by the coach, but few people can see why. Wes. Mogan is one of those who understands it.

Led the team to play four games, Donn didn't let Wood play, put him on the bench every time, but let him watch off the court, just didn't give him a minute to play. Chris Rac thought that Don was worried that this kid would go up and ruin the other party. But Don himself knew very well in his heart that he was doing this.

George. Is Wood clear too? Tang En didn't know the bottom in his heart, this kid usually doesn't talk much, if he doesn't take the initiative to ask, he won't be able to hold back a fart for three days. If he wants to have any ideas, isn't it all fermented in his heart? So he decided to talk to Wood after today's practice.

At the end of the day, the youth players leave the training pitch in twos and threes, discussing where to play in the evening, and it is a good time for them to relax. Donn and Chris Rac never care about the players' private lives, as long as they don't overdo it.

After saying goodbye to Krislak and the rest of the coaches in the office, Donn hurried to the dressing room, where a few players had just showered and sat half-naked in the dressing room while waiting for the water to dry and chatting. Among them was the captain of the youth team, Wes. Mogan.

Donn barged in and interrupted the children's chat, and he glanced around and didn't notice George. Wood. So he asked, "Has anyone seen Wood?" ”

Mogan stood up: "No, coach. We didn't see him come back. ”

"Huh?" Don thought it was strange, "Didn't see him come back?" ”

Mogan nodded, then pointed to the north: "I see he went straight north after training......" After a moment's thought, he added, "and took a soccer ball with him." ”

When he saw Mogan pointing to the north, Don had already guessed that - George. Wood must have gone to Field 2 to practice on his own. This kid!

"Thank you. Have a great night! Donn said goodbye to the players and walked towards the second field.

Walking to the side of the second field, it was as he expected. George. Wood continued to do the basics he had been doing for half a year on the training pitch in the twilight: heading, passing, dribbling...... Seeing this scene, Tang En didn't feel moved, and to be honest, he was even a little angry. He walked forward quickly, stomping the soccer ball Wood kicked under his feet.

George. Wood's gaze moved up from Donn's feet to an angry Tony. Dawn.

Donn held out four fingers to Wood's eyes, and said to him with a slight anger in his voice, "Four hours." UEFA has set a maximum number of training hours per day for young players. Then the four fingers became two, and it seemed that the number had been reduced by ......" Twenty hours. The maximum number of hours per week for youth teams as set by UEFA. Do you know why this is the case specifically for training time, George? ”

Wood shook his head, he didn't care about what he was doing, he just had to practice well.

"Just to prevent people like you from doing such stupid things!" Don rebuked harshly, "Do you know why I terminated your basic practice here when I transferred you back to the team? If you train for another two hours after three to four hours of intense training every day, your body will collapse before you become famous! ”

Donn said it in a loud voice, originally thinking that George. Wood would have been intimidated. Unexpectedly, he shook his head, and then said lightly: "I don't think the team's daily training is too tiring." ”

**！ Don cursed in his heart.

"Are you King Kong or Hulk? Okay, I don't care how much energy you have in your body now, anyway, you have to finish your training now and go home for me! Donn trampled the ball under his feet and pulled it around, thinking in his mind how he could successfully pick it up from his feet to his hands at one time, and he didn't want to lose face in front of his players.

Donn, who was preoccupied with how to successfully provoke football, did not notice George on the opposite side. Wood had fixed his eyes on the ball as he pulled the ball.

After pulling back and forth about a dozen times, Don estimated that he should be able to succeed at one time, he pulled his right foot back sharply, driving the football to roll back slightly, and then he kicked his foot forward quickly, picked up on his toes, and met the football that rolled back, "shoveling" the football like a shovel!

Ha ha! Lao Tzu succeeded! Don, who is very bad at playing football, just wanted to laugh out loud, but suddenly felt a gust of wind suddenly blowing around him! Sensing the danger, he instinctively leaned back. Then he saw clearly...... Wood didn't know when he was almost lying on the ground, his body was parallel to the ground, his right hand was supporting the ground, and at the same time, his left foot quickly slammed towards the football that was still in the air, and the wind he felt just now was actually brought up by this foot!

The football is less than five centimeters away from Donne's feet, looking at Wood's fierce stance, if he kicks down a little bit, tomorrow Donn will have to put a plaster on his right foot and lead the team on crutches in both hands...... "Bang! With a muffled sound, a few grass clippings rose in front of him, and Don couldn't help but squint.

Then he sat down on the ground and looked stupidly at the rows of trees to the north. Wood kicked the ball straight behind the woods...... There's a slope there, and just below the slope is the Trent River!

This kid! Kicked the football so far with one kick...... That's not the point! The point is that he actually cut off the ball cleanly! If it's a game, it's a defense that can cause the commentators and fans to cheer. Fast! Precision! Rapid! It's perfect...... Wood, you're really suitable for the back!

George. Wood didn't know what Donn was thinking at the moment, and he got up to pick up the ball. He had just run a few steps before he was stopped by Donn, who had come back to his senses, "Don't go, George." Do you know where you kicked the soccer ball just now? ”

"There." Wood gestured to a dark grove in the twilight.

"Wrong. Further afield. Donn pointed upward, "You kicked into the Trent River, don't pick it up." ”

"But that's the club's football ......," Wood feared the club would make him pay for it.

"Every year the club loses a lot of football, and you are not the only one. I think if you're lucky, maybe you'll see lots and lots of football in the river in the fall......"

"Why?" Wood didn't understand.

"Because the soccer ball you kicked out is going to swim back from the Atlantic to spawn! Ha ha! Don sat on the floor and laughed, but halfway through the laugh he coughed again and frowned. Ah, damn it! You still kicked me! ”

He touched his toe lightly with his right hand, which hurt and must have been brought by Wood's spikes.

"Come here, help me up." Sitting on the ground, Don held out his left hand to Wood, but he quickly changed his mind - both hands out. "You just carried me up!"

"Why?" Wood seemed reluctant.

"Why? You kicked me and injured me, so I couldn't walk, and if you didn't carry it, would you want me to jump back on one leg alone? Besides, don't you still have excess energy that you haven't released? Carrying me home is also a form of physical training. Hurry up, it's getting dark......"

Wood had no choice but to walk up to Donne, lean over and let Donn climb on his back, and then lifted him up with all his might. The scene of a seventeen-year-old man carrying a thirty-four-year-old man on his back was really funny.

Don adjusted his posture slightly to make himself feel more comfortable. Except for the sticky sweat on Wood's body, everything else was good.

"Hey, George." Donn, who was lying on Wood's back, patted the boy on the broad shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

"Tell me, why do you have to train yourself?"

"Because I ......," Wood snorted hard, "I feel like my foundation is too poor." ”

Don grinned silently. "George, do you know why I didn't let you play in these games?"

"Because I have a poor foundation."

"That's just one of the reasons. Actually, I want you to look more on the bench at what your teammates who have been training in football for seven or eight years do on the pitch. Now it's useless to show you high-level football tapes, you just learn from the people around you, you learn how they handle the ball, how they deal with the game, and then you keep it in your head, that's your experience. With these lessons in mind, the next time you encounter an opposing striker running in front and you are chasing from diagonal behind, you will know what to do best. ”

"Hmm." Wood nodded.

"Also, if you have to train more after your daily training...... Yes, I agree with you. But you have to be under my supervision, and you can't practice for more than forty minutes a day. Also, George. ”

"Huh?"

"You kicked me in the foot, but I have to say that your tackle was very, very ...... Pretty! ”

Don didn't hear Wood's answer to that, he didn't say thank you or anything, but Donn could feel the boy walking faster and more powerful.

(To be continued)