Do George. Wood's counseling job, Donne's is not a very tricky job lost to Eastwood.

Eastwood thought back for a moment, and he found that Wood almost never had such an experience. Sometimes it makes one wonder if his heart is really made of oak, as hard as iron.

Nottingham Forest has always relied on such an oak heart, which is stable and high-speed. Now that there is a heart problem, the team's results will naturally suffer.

Eastwood was distressed by his lack of experience. Not to mention that he and Wood were a little unhappy, even if there was no such thing, he didn't know what to do when facing Wood.

He had been thinking about it all day, and from the frowning brow he had in the second half, it seemed that he had not yet found a good solution.

Eastwood had planned to go straight to Wood and get straight to the point and said, "Let's talk about your recent dip in form......

But on second thought, it seemed to be ineffective. Whether Wood listens or not, he can't decide at all.

Worried like this, he ended his first day as a coach.

When he returned home, he was still frowning, which scared Serem: "On the first day of coaching, did you encounter anything unhappy?" ”

"There is no unhappy thing, but there is one thing that annoys ......," Eastwood said of the task that Donn had given him.

Serem looked at her husband with a smirk, "You men are strange creatures. Freddie, do you really hate Wood? ”

Eastwood thought about it, and he couldn't talk about hating it, otherwise he wouldn't have played for this team until he retired. But to say that there is no feeling at all is also a lie, and it is impossible for anyone to encounter this kind of thing as if nothing has happened.

"Hate? I don't know...... But certainly not. Eastwood shook his head.

"Have you ever quarreled with Wood on the team, moved your hands, or had a conflict?"

Eastwood wondered why his wife asked, "Don't you know me, Serem?" I'm not that kind of person...... I just don't talk to him much. ”

Serem didn't know when he had an extra deck of cards between his hands. "Do you want to do the math?"

Eastwood pouted, "You're okay with that trick tourists, Serem." ”

Serem ignored her husband and fiddled with the cards in her hand. After a while, she looked up at Eastwood and said, "I think you'd better get Wood to fight in person." ”

"That's what you figured out?" Eastwood felt that he really shouldn't have discussed work with his wife.

"That's why men are stupid creatures." Serem slowly fiddled with the playing cards on the table. "If Raheem had made a very serious mistake, I would have just beaten him up and not treated him coldly. And he will also happily choose to accept being beaten instead of his own mother not talking to him for the rest of his life. ”

Eastwood shrugged off his wife's remarks: "Raheem is your child, but George." Wood is not my son. ”

"Sometimes men and boys have something in common. If you feel embarrassed to fight in person, you can make an appointment with him to find a time and place in private, and throw white gloves at each other like knights. Serem snapped his fingers and took the cards back. I'll go see if Shadoni is asleep. ”

Eastwood was alone in the living room, laughing at his wife's bad intentions at first. But after laughing at it in his heart, he realized that there seemed to be some truth to this solution......

Since I don't know how to talk to Wood, it's better to come directly.

With what he knew about Wood, the other party was not a man who beat around the bush. You say a lot of high-sounding nonsense, which does not work at all, and you waste expressions.

All right...... Find a stubble.

Eastwood squeezed his hands, his joints crackling.

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Before leaving for Wilford the next day, Eastwood rehearsed his "malevolent" expression in the bathroom in front of the mirror for a few moments.

He is a gentle person, and he is always smiling and joking with the people around him. Everyone also likes such an optimistic and cheerful teammate, so almost no one will give him a look. Therefore, Eastwood has the impression of being a good old man who never kills anyone.

Now it is indeed a little difficult for him to play the role of a villain......

"Wood! What are you doing! ”

Eastwood shook his head, his tone not as fierce as if it weren't fierce enough.

"Didn't you eat last night! There is a weak one! ”

"Look at your movements, are you really training?"

"Well, you're not good enough...... No, no! It's bad! It sucks! Fucking sucks! ”

……

Eastwood finally shook his head and walked out of the bathroom. If he doesn't come out again, his daughter Shadony, who told him to eat, will knock on the door.

Serem had been smiling at her preoccupied husband at breakfast.

As he was sending him out, Serem kissed him on the cheek: "Good luck with you." ”

"I don't have a ......bottom in my heart," Eastwood said, indeed.

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George. Wood was changing clothes in the locker room with a black face, and he had been in a terrible mood lately. The people around him didn't dare to talk to him, even an old friend like Bell, and they didn't try not to provoke him at this time.

Everyone knows what kind of pressure the captain is shouldering. The media outside is hyping George. Wood was the main culprit in Eastwood's early retirement, and it was as if Wood had to be held accountable for Eastwood. This is going to happen in South Korea, and it is estimated that they will all ask George directly. Wood cut his finger and apologized......

Actually, everybody knows, Carl. Spike was right, though, Eastwood's first serious injury was due to a foul on Wood. But after all, it was an unintentional mistake, and it would be too unkind to turn it out after ten years...... To put it more seriously, this is simply malicious intentions.

The media didn't study the reason behind the injury, they just knew that it was a lot of news hype, so they followed up a lot......

Readers, too, lack basic judgment, or they don't want to judge who is right and who is wrong, as long as they have a lively look at this life, it is very beautiful.

To make matters worse, the next game is Tony. It's been 10 years since Donn officially took charge of Nottingham Forest, and the team were keen to pay tribute to the head with a win in that game. But the team's current state and such a strong opponent as Liverpool made that game more auspicious.

Liverpool, for their part, are also keeping a close eye on Forest's developments. Benitez must be pleased to see cracks and turmoil within the Forest squad. Because he has fought with Don for so many years, he has found that the easiest way to defeat Donn is to hope that something goes wrong inside the castle, which is impregnable from the outside.

George. Wood's form has fluctuated and fluctuated, and this is a once-in-a-century opportunity......

Liverpool's local media have already unleashed harsh words about messing with Tony at Anfield. Donn's 10th anniversary.

'How long he's in charge of Forest doesn't matter to us, we just need one win.'

Wood is captain and of course he knows his form affects the team. But he just couldn't pick it up and put it down like air. He did feel guilty about Eastwood, and he had been in it for ten years. It's just that he is not good at expressing his emotions, especially after he became the captain, he always wanted to leave a "majestic" captain image to his teammates, and some words were not easy to speak again.

This day of training, Wood spent it with a lot of heart.

Chris Rac watched anxiously from the side, and he said to Donn more than once: "I think George listens to you the most, and won't you come forward and talk about this problem?" Why should you do that? ”

Tang En's expression was profound: "There is a saying in China - to untie the bell, you need to tie the bell." ”

"What do you mean?" Chris Rac didn't understand Chinese.

"What you sow, what you get, the two of them are a destined pair." Don let out a long sigh. "They have bonds."

"What are you doing, Tony? You've been hit in the head again? ”

"Oh, you're just waiting to see the show. Outsiders can't interfere in the affairs of the two of them. "Don always says something that Chrislak can understand." It's so tiring to talk to you! ”

"You just have to talk to people."

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After the training was over, Wood gave himself another half hour of practice as usual. The rest of the players went back to the dressing room, and the members of the coaching staff were used to seeing it, and no one stayed on the pitch to watch Wood.

When Wood was the only one left on the field, he decided to forget about those troubles for a while and train seriously. The quiet environment helps him do so.

Just as he was about to start, a soccer ball hit him in the back of the head.

The power of this kick is not light, and it is estimated that it is a powerful volley in the game. Wood was a little dazed by the beating, and he covered his head and looked back at the "murderer".

"It seems that my footwork is still there, should I really consider retracting my decision to retire and return to the court?"

Eastwood completely ignored Wood's glaring gaze as he stood still, pinching his chin and muttering to himself.

After seeing that it was Eastwood, Wood's anger suddenly began to dissipate. It's always been like this in the team, Eastwood has never given Wood a good look, but Wood has never been vicious to Wood.

"Don't look at me, it's not an accident, I did it on purpose." Eastwood staggered over to Wood, picked up the soccer ball that bounced on the ground, grabbed it with one hand and shook it in front of Wood's eyes.

"I never hid your disgust, did I?" Eastwood asked. He didn't expect Wood to answer, but Wood nodded. This took him by surprise.

"Uh...... Well, I'm not interested in knowing what you think of me. It's a miracle that we've been able to play together for 10 years. You know, every time I see that nonchalant face of yours, I want to pounce on you and punch you. This thought was especially strong when I was injured recently...... It's a pity I can't beat you. ”

Wood didn't defend himself, he didn't refute, he listened quietly.

Eastwood was actually quite nervous, he was reciting lines that he had spent the day preparing...... At the same time, make your tone sound mixed with mixed emotions such as anger and disdain. It was the best he could come up with - talk to Wood, not to fight like a man, but to express his anger like a man and make Wood feel it.

"You're so strong...... Eastwood looked Wood up and down, "tireless, never knew what an injury was or how it felt afterward." No one can hurt you and make you miserable. You don't look like a human at all...... If someone wants to assault you, he will only be the one who will be unlucky in the end, and you will still wonder why the other person ......is injured as if nothing happened," Eastwood became more and more agitated, at first he was just trying to make himself look angry, but then he was really angry.

That's right! Why are we all human, you George. Can Wood have such an enviable body, while I, Eastwood, have such fragile knees? Why!!

"You...... Do you think, do you think I willingly choose to retire? "Eastwood didn't know where the football was going, so he stepped forward, approached Wood, and glared at him." I'm only thirty years old! The prime age of a professional footballer is not over, why should I retire? Do you think I'll be satisfied standing in the middle of a city stadium enjoying their final cheers and saying some touching? I don't want this bullshit goodbye! I'd rather play football for the rest of my life! ”

It's a complete departure from the prepared script......

"Look at you again! Look at you again! Eastwood grabbed Wood by the hem of his shirt and growled with his mouth open. You have such a healthy body, it's enviable...... You're acting like fucking shit! If I had a healthy body like yours, do you know how hard I would train and compete, how grateful and cherished? You bastard! Rotten people! Are you laughing at me? 'You see, I have a strong, healthy body, but I deliberately act like shit, just to disgust you foolish idiot who retired at the age of thirty! ’”

"I ......"

Wood finally opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But in Eastwood's storm of rage, his voice was drowned out.

"Now I really want to beat you up! I can't beat you, I'm going to fight too! Eastwood put both hands on the ground, and it really took George. Wood pushes to the ground. His eyes widened with rage, he trembled, and clenched his fists, but in the end he didn't smash them.

"I didn't ...... I gave up my career because I was afraid of getting hurt again, so I didn't dare to continue playing. Eastwood seemed to have lost all his strength at once, and he lowered his hand and lowered his head and muttered. I'm only thirty years old......"

He suddenly raised his head again and glared at Wood, who was lying on the ground: "Do you know what it's like to be injured there?" It seems that the area below the knee does not belong to your body, and you don't feel anything. Lying in bed in the middle of the night, I remembered that I couldn't continue to play...... Do you know what that mood is like? At this point, he paused, and a sudden look appeared on his face again. By the way, why am I telling you this? Why am I talking this to a robot that has never been injured? Am I confused? ”

He shook his head, intending to turn and walk away.

"Not only did I not plant, but I was still a fool......"

"You ......"

Wood got up from the ground and said with some confusion, "Or ...... Beat me up, if that's the case...... This will allow you to ...... Feel good ......"

Eastwood spun around and rushed in front of him, almost against his face and roared, "What is this? Is a winner's sympathy for a loser? I don't need your sympathy! ”

He took another step back and continued to stare at Wood. "I chose to retire by myself, and I have nothing to do with you! What are you sympathizing with me here? You! What's your expression? What does an idiot look like when you see it? You think I'm pathetic, don't you? Ah, I know, I know what you're thinking - he can't play anymore, it's pathetic......"

"No, I didn't ......"

"Shut up! What about retirement? What if you can't kick a ball? I'm the coach now, you give me a little care, jerk! If you dare to continue to behave like this shit, next time I'll scold you in front of the whole team! Do you think I can't do it? Eastwood suddenly sneered, "I've always seen you unhappy, you'd better not let me get my chance, boy." ”

Leaving this cruel remark, Eastwood flew away from the training ground. If he didn't leave, he was afraid that tears would come out of his eyes.

He really hated Wood, not because he had tackled him, but because he hated why Wood had such a healthy and strong body and his knees were so fragile...... He hated the injustice of fate, and he hated himself for being powerless.

When he grabbed Wood's shirt and roared, deep in his heart, there was also a voice that roared unwillingly:

I want to keep playing! I want to keep playing......

Why, why did I retire at the age of thirty? Why can't I have a healthy body like that bastard? Why...... Why am I here to say all that bullshit to him!

Eastwood, who returned to the car, did not drive away, he sat in the driver's seat and hung his head, feeling deeply tired.

At the same time, George. Wood stood on the training ground, stunned as he watched the soccer ball being tossed to Eastwood's feet.

(To be continued)