The loud noise stimulates the nerves of the brain, and the decibel level can cause deafness. A blinding white light shot into his eyes, and his temples bulged and ached.

Tang En couldn't help but squint his eyes, but the white light did not disappear, but spread to the whole world.

What the is going on? Am I in a rock club?

Don cursed in his heart and opened his eyes, but a large, scary face rushed into his eyes. A face covered with sweat, the hot air from the two black holes under the wide nose seemed to have touched his face. The white teeth in the cracked mouth were as terrifying as wild animals, and of course, the bad breath that erupted from it.

What followed was a fierce, head-on collision. Don felt as if he had been hit in the jaw with a punch, and he fell backwards.

Crash! They knocked over a case of water bottles that were lying behind them. The weight of the two men weighed on the poor plastic bottles, and they collapsed with their overwhelmingness. The water of the white flower splashed out, and even a column of water shot out from the mouth of a certain bottle, and directly rushed to the face of the "pond fish" behind, and the other "pond fish" seemed to be frightened sparrows soaring into the sky.

"Damn it!"

"What the!"

"What's going on?!"

"Team doctor, team doctor!"

"How did you kick it?"

"I was pushed over by that damn 14...... I didn't mean to ......"

Don lay on the ground, staring blankly at the strange faces around him, some of them anxious, others gloating, others covering their faces and not seeing their expressions. There was still a lot of noise all around, but the loud noise had changed its tone, and there was boos and laughter.

Where is this? Who are they? What's going on?

"Oooh! Wait, let's see what's going on on the sidelines? The live commentator suddenly became agitated, and he stood up and looked down from the top stands, "Forest's main striker David; David 'Johnson was knocked into the sideline dugout in a scramble with an opposing player, poor Toney; Coach Don happened to be standing on the sidelines directing the game...... Oh! Look at the tragic situation on the ground, this is really a collision of Mars and Earth! It's a lot more fun than a dull game! ”

Donn lay on the ground, his light gray suit soaking wet and crumpled with grass clippings and dirt that looked like a freshly used rag.

A man with a big nose and a black beard who looked like Super Mario appeared in his field of vision, and he quickly pulled out a white glove from the back-colored leather bag he was carrying, put them on, and began to examine Donn's body.

"Is there any obvious pain in the ribs?" He pressed his hands hard against Donn's chest. "Jaw...... Well, some bruising, loose teeth? He cracked Donn's mouth again and tilted his head to observe. Despite the constant questions on his lips, he clearly didn't expect answers, these were his habitual self-talk. And then there'...... Eye. He set his gaze on Donne's eyes, and he found a problem: Done's eyes didn't seem to move, his eyelids didn't blink once, and his expression was dull, that is, he didn't frown, he didn't cry out in pain, he was silent like a dead man......

Dead person!

Hell, he seems to hit the ground in the back of his head!

"Hey, Tony, Tony? Can you hear me? He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Donne's eyes, his tone obviously much more anxious than before.

Donn's eyes finally rolled, and he focused his gaze on the man's face, unfamiliar, yet somewhat familiar......

The referee blew the whistle and stopped the game, and he ran to the sidelines...... I've been commenting on football for 31 years, and it's the first time I've seen a manager get injured by his own players! I bet Tony; Coach Donn is bound to be in the news, although he may not like to be known in this way......" BBC commentator John; John 'Motson continued his chatter. 'The Forest team was really unlucky, the team was two goals down and now their acting manager Toney; Don was hit by his own player again. You know, this is their home turf! On their home turf! ”

At the same time, the TV screen began to play the scene repeatedly. David; Johansen was pushed hard by the opponent in a fierce scramble with the opponent's No. 14, and then the big black man surged towards Tony standing on the sidelines; Dawn. But the strange thing is that Don could have dodged, he had plenty of time, but at this time he stood on the sidelines like a puppet, watching his team crash into him. Then the narrator can't help but squint, turn his head away, and grin, "Oh God! ".

The players of the Forest team anxiously gathered around the coach's box, and the center of the crowd was naturally Donn, who was lying on the ground, and David, the black striker who made a mistake; Johansen even knelt on the ground and prayed. If his coach has any strengths and weaknesses, he will be the first player to kill his manager on the pitch.

Unlike the nervousness of the Forest players, most of their opponents stood in the stadium, watching the play with their arms crossed, and there were also curious people who took on the responsibility of being spouts for the whole team, constantly running to watch the excitement and then running back to share the situation in the crowd with their teammates.

The Forest fans in the stands didn't seem to be worried about their manager's life or death, and they took the opportunity to curse their team's poor performance, with words starting with "f" or "s" bursting out of their mouths, and countless raised middle fingers setting off the "0:2" on the big screen.

Gary, the Forest's team doctor; Gary'fleming was still doing his best, he had seen Tony's eyes move a little just now, why didn't he react again?

He patted Tony; Donn's face was still unresponsive. The team's acting head coach was lying on the ground like a wax figure, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide, as if he had seen something very surprised.

The blue sky, the white clouds like marshmallows, the faces with different skin tones and expressions, and the noisy environment, all these are very familiar, but they are so strange, as if they are thousands of miles away from themselves.

This...... What the is going on?!

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The referee signaled to the team doctor to watch and deal with it, and he couldn't let the game go on indefinitely because of an off-field injury. He blew the whistle to get the players back on the pitch and the game was going on, even though the Forest players were out of content.

"But his life may even be in danger!" Fleming was angry at the referee's indifference, pointing at Donn, who was still lying on the ground, and yelled at the referee.

"Then you call an ambulance, I'm just the referee!" The referee pushed back without showing weakness, "Moreover, he doesn't seem to be as dangerous as you say." He pointed behind Fleming and ran back to the court.

Fleming turned back and saw Don standing up slowly touching the back of his head, and he hurriedly went up to support him. "How are you feeling, Tony?"

Tang En asked blankly, "Where is this?" ”

Fleming turned around and cursed, which had been unlucky lately. "Des, Des, come here!" He beckoned a blonde man from the coach's box to come over.

The man called "Des" ran over. "How's Tony?" He asked quietly.

"It's terrible. He even asked me where this was. ”

Des reacted in the same way as Fleming, and he also turned his head and cursed.

"I suspect it's the result of the blow to the back of his head when he just fell to the ground."

"Is it bad, Gary?" Des bit his lip and looked solemn.

"I don't know, maybe good, maybe bad." Fleming shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

"In a good situation, he only has a temporary amnesia, and he will recover after a rest. Bad case scenario...... Do you need me to say? ”

Des waved his hand to signal that he understood. "So what do you think about now? Take him to the hospital? But now the game is still going on, and we're behind, and we need him to direct the game......" he said, turning his head to look at Tony next to him; Donne, but he was surprised to find that Donn was slowly moving towards the player's tunnel alone.

"Hey!" Des hurriedly threw Fleming behind and ran up to grab his colleague. "Tony, where are you going?" In a noisy environment, Des's shouting with his teeth and claws actually had the effect of "whispering".

Don looked back at Des blankly, this look made Des look cold, now the afterglow of the setting sun above their heads was shining, but he couldn't see any brilliance in those eyes.

"Tony, where are you going?" Des repeated.

"I ...... I don't know, maybe...... It's ...... home," Donn muttered, trying to break free of Des's grasp.

Fleming also ran over from the side: "Tony, you can't go home now. We're playing, you're the manager, you're in command of the team! ”

The tugging of the three of them at the entrance of the tunnel attracted the attention of the benches of both teams, as well as the stands, and even the players on the field would glance here from time to time.

Don suddenly smiled: "I'm a coach? "It's ridiculous, how can I be a coach...... Although I am a football fan and often play the game of football manager, how can I be a coach? It must be a dream, or a damn nightmare! "Good...... Well, you're ......," he said, looking at Des.

Fleming said as if he were introducing the two men who had met for the first time: "He's Des, Des; Walker (des'walker). A former England international who played as a centre-back and only retired from the squad last season, he is now your colleague and your assistant. ”

Donn nodded, then said to Des, "Okay, now you direct the game for me, I'm going to rest." With that, he broke away from Des's hand, and walked into the passage, ignoring the huge boos behind him and the two stunned people.

Fleming looked at Donn's back, and then at Des; Walker.

Walker sighed heavily, turned and walked back. "I can't play this game!"

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Donn sat in the passageway, his back against the wall, staring blankly at his surroundings. On the white wall opposite him was a huge sign, with three wavy curves below the large red "mushroom", and below it was the English word: forest.

Where have I been? What's going on? I didn't drink a little more, then got into a fight with two bunnies and got attacked. And then...... How did I get here? Look at the people out there with high noses and blue eyes who speak a mouthful of birds, am I dreaming? Or watching a movie?

Don touched the back of his head, where there was still a faint pain.

The dog said, sneak attack Lao Tzu, hit Lao Tzu in the back!

He bared his teeth and cursed.

He's a fan and likes to have a drink and watch the game in a crowded place, such as a bar...... In recent times, his favorite team has been winless in a row, either a draw or a defeat. He was in a bad mood and was provoked by two opposing fans, and the strength of the wine and the anger of the two sides made a move, and he was one against the other, without fear. Helplessly, the other party played yin, one attracted his attention in front, and the other secretly went around behind him and gave him a slap.

Then he opened his eyes to find himself in a noisy environment, and then he was knocked to the ground by a black man. Others said things he didn't understand—he could understand every word, every word they said, but he just couldn't understand what they meant. He felt as if his brain had been torn apart, split into two parts, one familiar to the environment and the other at a loss for what to do.

"What's my name?" He muttered to himself, but suddenly covered his mouth. It was only then that he realized that he had been speaking the language of birds, English.

"Dog, how did this happen?" This time it came out and became his hometown dialect again.

Don was going crazy, and he found that there seemed to be two completely different minds in his head. For a moment he was convinced that he was a man named "Tony; Tony 'Twain, an Englishman, and for a while he thought he was a Chinese Sichuanese named Tang'en.

Banging hard against the wall, I finally calmed down my hot mind a little. He began to close his eyes and search carefully. Then he found himself in the stadium, the city'ground. The game being played outside was a regular English First Division game, with his Nottingham'Forest against Walsall.

Donn, who finally knew where he was, was stunned again, so unbelievable that his brain stopped responding after being overloaded. He sat slumped inside the players' tunnel, opposite the Nottingham Forest emblem, and there was a huge boo outside. And all this seems to have nothing to do with him anymore.

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“…… That's what happened at the City Stadium this afternoon, with Forest's acting head coach Toni; Donn stood on the sidelines when he was knocked down by his teammates, and then appeared to fall into a brief coma. When he got back up, he walked straight into the players' tunnel. Des; Walker took his place in command for the rest of the game and attended the press conference. But at the press conference, Coach Walker refused to reveal everything about Tony; Coach Donn's message. ”

Where is Don at this time?

He's struggling with the mirror in his own home.

Compared to the bright lights and laughter of the neighbors, Tony; Coach Donn's home is eerie like a ghostly castle. At eight o'clock in the evening, it was still pitch black, and not a single light was turned on. Through the faint glow of the street lamp outside, Don stood in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. A middle-aged ghost guy with a tall nose, deep eye sockets, blue eyes, and slightly curly brown hair.

In fact, Tang En, who is from Sichuan, China, is only twenty-six years old, and at this moment, the person in the mirror even has a forehead tattoo! Thirty-four years old! This is Tony; Done's age. Before that, Donn had been forced to accept another fact: it was not 2007 when he was fighting, but 2003, January 1, 2003. The price for him to accept this fact was a torn New Year's calendar with a family photo of Nottingham Forest for the 02-03 season.

Not only did he inexplicably lean over an Englishman, but he also traveled forward for four years and three months!

Although he never thought that he was very handsome, he could attract the favor of many women. But after twenty-six years of looking at that face, he didn't get bored. Now that he was suddenly asked to accept another self and another face, he only felt irritated in his heart.

"Who is this dog?!" He roared at the mirror, then shattered it with a punch. The self in the mirror suddenly became innumerable, the fragments fell to the ground with a screeching sound, and countless faces looked at Don as if they were laughing at him.

Don felt a little dizzy, and he took a step back, leaning against the smooth wall and gasping for air.

Why yourself?

After a few minutes of silence in the dark, Don gradually calmed down, and he decided not to think about such a complicated problem for now. He has a habit in China of going to find a place to drink when something doesn't go his way. Chengdu is full of bars, and you might even be able to find a one-night stand or something. He was accustomed to taking Nottingham as Chengdu in his heart, and decided to go out and find a bar to borrow a drink to drown his sorrows. He doesn't care who he is now.

Glancing at the overcast sky outside, he put on a thick trench coat and walked out the door.

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"After losing 3-0 at home to underdogs Walsah, Forest have had a bad year lately. Paul, who had high hopes; Hart did not bring good results to the team, and he asked the team president Nigel after the previous round; Nigel 'Doughty submitted his resignation, which was quickly approved. Today it's their acting coach, Tony; Donn was in charge of the first team for the first time, but he didn't expect to be injured by his own people on the sidelines. Let's take another look at the footage, he seems to be so frightened that he forgot to dodge......"

Today's sports news is being broadcast on a fixed TV set on an elevated set, with the focus naturally on what is happening on the sidelines of Nottingham Forest's game.

There was a boo in the noisy bar.

"I've never seen such a humiliating manager!" A drunken man gave the TV a middle finger. "That Tony; Donne, I know him! Previously in the youth team to Paul; Hart's little furry kid as an assistant. To be honest, I don't have a good impression of him, he is taciturn and looks timid and afraid. Can such cowards be expected to lead the Forest out of their predicament? Nigel, the old guy, has lost his previous ambitions, and now the Forest team is finished! It's over, it's over......" he muttered as he leaned on the table, which was littered with empty wine bottles.

The drunk had just finished his tirade when Don pushed the door in. The sound of the door attracted the attention of most of the people who were drinking and chatting in the bar, and everyone looked at the door, first surprised when they saw who was coming in, and then a playful smile appeared on their faces.

"Hey, hey, voila!" A typical middle-aged British man stood up with a wine glass in his hand and shouted, "Our Tony; Coach Don has arrived! ”

"Woo!" Inside, there was a "welcome" boo from the mouths of the people in the bar.

"Cheers to his beautiful off-field breakaway from Johansen!" The middle-aged man raised the wine glass in his hand, and the people around him immediately followed suit and raised the wine glass in his hand. "Cheers!!"

The other man, who was obviously drunk, stood up crookedly, walked up to Donn, held a beer bottle to his lips, and asked with a hiccup, "Tony; Coach Donn, it was a beautiful defense, but the referee and public opinion were obviously not ...... Don't think so...... Belch! How do you, how do you see it? ”

After asking, he turned to the others in the bar and laughed.

Don didn't want to cause trouble, he was here to drink and kill his sorrows. So with a gloomy face, he pushed away the bottle that stood in front of him. Then he walked straight to the bar and said to the bartender inside, "Please bring a bottle of ......" He was accustomed to saying "Xiao Er" - Xiao Bottle Erguotou, although he was from Sichuan, but he went to university in the north, and he liked this kind of strong surname wine at that time - but he found that he could not speak the English of "Xiao Er", and more importantly, he quickly realized that this was in England, not China. He bowed his head and muttered a curse, then changed his words, "The strongest wine." ”

The others, who had been watching him, heard him say that they wanted the strongest liquor, and they all shouted loudly.

"Yo! The coward Tony even drinks too?! ”

"We've got milk just expressed, would you like to try it?" I still think milk is better for you, Tony! A fat man screamed as he squeezed his sagging breasts with his hands, while the man next to him smiled and fell on the table.

The young bartender was also a little overwhelmed by the excitement of the guests, and he tried to get the wine but was stopped by the drunkards: "Get him the juice!" Fruit juice! ”

"No, no, it's still milk, we have the freshest milk!"

"Ahaha!"

The owner of the bar, alarmed by the noise outside, came down from the stairs and stood at the top of the stairs to see almost all the customers who had not fallen asleep on their stomachs around the bar, and in the midst of them sat a man wrapped in a black trench coat, laughing at the drunkards.

"Guys, what's going on?" His loud voice suddenly silenced the tavern. The drunkards, who were still arrogant just now, suddenly fell silent when they saw the people standing behind them.

Don wondered, what kind of person could make this group of people honest with just one sentence? He turned his head slightly and saw a man emerge from the shadows at the top of the stairs.

The young bartender hurriedly pointed at Don and said to the man, "Boss, he wants a piece of spirits." ”

The visitor was a little surprised when he saw who was seated, but he said, "Just give it to him." ”

"But...... But they didn't let ......," the bartender looked at the drunkards who had returned to their seats.

The man looked around the bar, but anyone he caught lowered their heads, either pretending to be asleep or drinking with their heads down. Don became more and more interested in the capable middle-aged man in front of him.

"I don't see anyone has any objections, pour him a glass of Scotch whisky, I'll treat you." The barkeeper turned to Don and asked, "Single or double?" Ice and water? ”

Tang En was surprised and asked, "Add stones?" ("Ice" in the bar, they don't say "with'ice" but "with'rock")

The drunkards laughed out loud.

The bar owner laughed too. "I forgot who you are......" he poured half a glass of golden whiskey into the glass, then added half a glass of water. Then he handed it to Donne: "This is the wine from my hometown." ”

Don took a sip and immediately coughed, he rarely drank foreign wine. What's more, this pure Scotch whisky also has a strong smell of char.

There was a burst of schadenfreude laughter inside the bar.

"Tony as I know; Donn never drank and lived like a true traditional Puritan. And he won't look at me with the kind of eyes he has now, don't you know who I am? The man stared at Don, who found himself seemingly being seen through everything by the man. He had to find a way to disguise himself.

"Uh...... I," Donn lowered his head and took another sip, this time he didn't dare to let the liquor stay in his throat for another second, and swallowed it directly, and the uncomfortable feeling was indeed lighter. "I fell on the side of the court in the afternoon......"

There was another burst of laughter.

The man touched the back of his head in understanding.

Someone next to him helped Don out of the siege, and a voice shouted, "It looks like our Coach Tony really got his head broken!" The man sitting next to you is the pride of Nottingham Forest, the hero of the two-time European Champions Cup, Stanley in 1978; Matthews Award winner Kenny; Mr. Kenny 'Burns! He's a hundred times stronger than your stupid donkey! Stupid donkey! You're a stupid donkey! ”

Although Don thanked this person for helping him introduce the big man in front of him, and it was very detailed, it didn't mean that he had to accept the insult. When a person first arrives in an unfamiliar environment, he is prone to nervousness and restlessness, and there will be a lot of nameless fire in his heart. And this nameless fire has accumulated since he lost a big face on the court today, and when he entered the bar, those people insulted him, and he endured it, but it doesn't mean that he can continue to endure it. What's more, he is not a good stubble himself, when he was in China, he was a short-tempered, irritable and impulsive "angry youth", otherwise he would not have crossed because of fights with people......

The people behind him laughed loudly, and the shouts of "stupid donkey, stupid donkey" kept coming, but the object of his ridicule slammed back his hand and spilled out the only half glass of wine left in his hand. The golden Scotch whisky sparkled brilliantly in the light, making a beautiful arc in the air, and then shooting precisely into the face of the unfortunate bastard—as precise and beautiful as David; David Beckham's right-footed free-kick.

The hapless man who was splashed with wine just wiped the wine off his face and opened his mouth to scold: "You fucking bastard......"

"Bang!" His swear words were smashed back by a thick wine glass, and Don pounced on the other party with the wine glass with unexpected speed. He couldn't bear this breath anymore, he came to this place inexplicably, and inexplicably traveled forward for four and a half years, and was inexplicably ridiculed and insulted...... He wanted to find someone to vent right now, whether he was knocking someone else down or someone else was knocking him down.

The two slammed into the table behind them, and the empty bottle fell and shattered with a crunch.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned. They didn't expect Tony, who was still like a coward just now; Don will burst out.

The first to react was the bar owner Kenny; Burns, he pushed the fat man standing next to the bar and shouted, "What are you doing standing stupidly?" Pull them apart! ”

The sound woke everyone up, and everyone rushed up, struggling to pull away the two who had been entangled. In addition to the terrible situation on the ground, blood had oozed from the forehead of the beaten man, and a red circle appeared there, which was the mark of the mouth of the cup. In addition to that, he received a punch in the left cheek, which was as red as if he was drunk.

As for Donn, there was nothing but messing up his hair and clothes. Pulled up, he seemed to have exhausted his anger, and without the posture of rushing up to chase him, he straightened his clothes and hair, and then spat at the unlucky ghost who was held up by his companions: "I don't care who the you are, don't mess with me." ”

Then he turned to Burns and said, "I'm sorry to make a mess of you here." It's so fucking today......" he annoyed at the thought of being crossed, "another day...... I will apologize in person, and please don't worry about compensation. ”

Then, without waiting for the barkeeper to make any indications, he turned and walked towards the door. When he passed the fat man, he sneered: "Keep your milk for yourself, fat pig." ”

Everyone watched him push the door open, but no one thought to stop him, so they watched him leave, leaving a mess behind.

There was silence in the bar. At this moment the drunken drunkard sat up from the table, looked at the silent room and the mess, and asked in confusion, "Did I miss something?" ”

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Don walked blindly and dejectedly, passing street after street, not knowing where he had gone, until he felt tired. He sat down on a bench by the roadside. There was a fight just now, but his mood did not feel better, but he was more distressed. Because he realized that he could only accept this helpless reality - he had become an Englishman, and he could not go back.

Holy damn it. He looked up at the sky, and he couldn't see anything but thick dark clouds. He still doesn't understand why he is that person, if all this is the arrangement of fate, then is there any special reason for fate to choose him? Or is fate also like the fucai lottery from a pile of table tennis balls randomly drawn one,Which is which,Deserve to be unlucky。

I'm not going to be this damn coach! I don't want to be a ghost! Let me go back, let me go back! Can Don shout that? No, in his twenty-six years of Donne's life he had never bowed down to anyone or anything, and he was like a stone in a pit - smelly and hard. So he achieved nothing, since elementary school by the teacher listed as the most difficult to discipline the poor student, in college because he is not likable, joining the party, staying in school has no part in any good thing, after graduation work is also ostracized everywhere, so far there is no girlfriend ...... In short, it was quite a failed twenty-six years of life.

Don raised his head again and looked at the dark night sky. He suddenly figured it out. Since your "past life" was quite bad, why not use this opportunity to have a different life? Although he has never been a football coach, he has also watched football for more than ten years, and has played the football manager game for every generation, so he knows a little about the work of some coaches, isn't this a good opportunity to challenge?

He no longer thinks about why God chose him for such a boring question. He just needs to think about how to do it more like a real professional coach now, and although it will be hard, it's worth trying.

"Hey, man. You trespassed into my house without my permission, and I called the police dozens of times if you didn't leave! An old voice suddenly sounded next to him. Ten, nine, eight......"

Don looked blankly at the old man standing across from him, with many, many newspapers in his arms and a half-bitten hamburger in his hand.

"This ...... Is it your home? He gestured to the bench under his buttocks.

"Of course."

"Ah, sorry for the interruption......" Donn got up from his chair, and the other man immediately sat down and then lay down. Cover yourself with the newspapers in your arms and press them firmly between the back of the chair and your body.

Looking at the satisfied beggar who was eating a hamburger and lying in the "newspaper nest", Don even had to thank God for not allowing himself to be "possessed" by him. Fate didn't treat him badly.

A taxi dropped off in front of him, and he walked up quickly and got in. Don took one last look at the beggar lying in the cold wind and enjoyed "dinner" in the car, and asked the driver to take him back to the strange home.

Starting today, a whole new world slowly unfolds before Don's eyes.

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