When the outside world is stirring up the resurgence of football hooligans and the death of an innocent boy, George; Wood, however, was still doing boring basic training in the second field of the youth base. As if he and the world were two different planes, he didn't care about any news from the outside world. There was only one thought in his mind: to reach the coach's goal one day earlier, to play, and to make money to treat his mother.

Until this day, he saw Don appear on the sidelines dressed in black, and then called his coach, and the two whispered a few words, and then the coach left the place, and Don walked towards him. Although Don wears black clothes, black pants, black leather shoes, and sunglasses even on cloudy days, today he gives Wood a different feeling - the black suit is newer and more straight.

"George." He said to Wood in a low voice. "Tomorrow you...... No more training. ”

Wood didn't say anything, he knew Don must have something to say.

"Do you have a black suit?" Don asked, pointing to his body.

Wood shook his head.

Looking down at his watch, Donn beckoned to Wood, "You don't need to train now. Come with me. ”

"Where?" Wood didn't move.

"Buy you a suit, shirt, and tie."

"I don't like to wear those things...... Wood didn't want to go, he didn't want to waste time dressing himself.

"Do you think I dressed you up to get you to a banquet? Remember...... Do you sign things for a little kid somewhere? Donn said, pointing to the barbed wire fence in the distance.

Wood nodded, it was the first time he had signed an autograph for an admirer, a scene he would never forget.

"Do you know what his name is?"

Wood shook his head, he didn't ask, and no one told him.

"Gavin, Gavin; Bernard. Remember the name, tomorrow morning we will go to his funeral. ”

George; Wood froze.

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Gavin's grandmother was supported to the side, wearing a black hat, her face covered by a hanging silk net, and she was about to go up to speak later, but Don was worried about whether the old man could bear the pain......

Michael's wife collapsed in his arms, staring blankly at Gavin's aunt, who was crying silently. It's been almost a week, but the pain left on the family has not diminished in the slightest.

On the left side of the church are Gavin's relatives, school classmates and teachers, while on the right are Michael's friends and the Forest coach.

Wood sat beside him, dressed in the black suit, white shirt, and tie that he had sold him yesterday, and sat with his mouth pursed and silent, not as sad as evident as the others around him, and you could not see any expression on his face.

Don felt that maybe he could understand the kid because he was the same as him now.

George; Wood's only fan so far, his admirer, is lying in a black, cold coffin at this moment, never to ask him for an autograph again, and never to watch him train from the sidelines.

Because everyone was so sad, the relatives who came to the stage quickly ended their speeches, the pastor said a final prayer, and then the coffin was lifted and the crowd marched towards the cemetery behind the church.

There was no mourning music played at the funeral, and Michael chose Eric for Gavin; Eric 'Clapton's "Tears 'In' Heaven" for his deceased son, with its low acoustic guitar accompanied by Capton's hoarse chanting, breaks the hearts of listeners.

If I see you in heaven, will you still remember my name?

If I meet you in heaven, can we still be the same as before?

If...... We...... We can't go back to the way things were...... Right?

The black wooden coffin was carefully lowered, and Donn noticed that it was covered with a small Forest jersey, and there was a large dark red blood stain on the chest and neckline, and Wood's name was still prominent in the bloodstain. He gently threw the lily in his hand on the coffin, just enough to cover the Forest team's crest.

Behind him, Wood knelt down on one knee and carefully placed the flower in his hand on his name before getting up and leaving with Donn.

Donne, who was standing on the periphery, watched the crowd come forward one by one to offer flowers and mourn in silence, and the players would consciously come to him after offering flowers, so more and more people gathered around him, he counted, no one was missing, and the first team came. David, the director of the youth team; Chris Rac also came. Michael; Dawson is perhaps the saddest of the bunch, and he and Michael are the earliest and best friends of the group. Suffice it to say, Michael watched Dawson go from a no-name kid to a professional star. Michael lost his son, and Dawson lost his brother.

Don patted Dawson on the shoulder, but didn't know how to comfort him.

At the end, he sighed: "Let's all go back, have a good rest, there is another game tomorrow......"

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Don found that Wood was still by his side, and he was a little strange: "You can go back too, you don't need to train today, spend time with your mother." ”

Wood nodded and turned to leave, but Donn stopped him again: "George, you must be a big star!" ”

George pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"Let's go back." Don waved his hand, and Wood turned and strode away from the oppressive place.

After Wood left, Don glanced at Michael, who was still comforting his wife, and he thought it would be better not to disturb them at this time, even if it was just to say goodbye.

He decided to go to Burns' bar for a drink and get drunk and get some sleep.

Walking to the door of the cemetery, he saw Pierce running panting; Bruce, the reporter for the Nottingham Evening Post. To be honest, because of Gavin's incident, Don became more and more disgusted with the media, and even affected his evaluation of everyone who works in the media.

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