With the next League One game coming on 18 January 14 days later, Done gave the team two days off after the FA Cup. The first day of his holiday was wasted on seeing doctors, pestering reporters, and cursing Nottingham's poor policing.

Fortunately, I still have some change on me, so I don't even have the money to go home.

The next day, Tang En went to the bank early in the morning to report the loss of his credit card, and then went to the police station to report the loss of his ID card. After tossing for almost a day, in the afternoon when other people's families were drinking afternoon tea, he dragged his tired body home from outside. It was also thanks to the untimely memory in his head, otherwise he would not have known where to go and who to find.

When he got to the door, he saw a small child standing there.

The height is about the same as himself, but he looks childish.

Don didn't understand what this kid was doing standing in front of his house, his face was still a little dirty, brown hair, wheat-colored skin, he should be a half-blood. It can't be for thieves, right? He glanced at his door and saw that it was well closed, and there was no sign of destruction.

When the little kid saw Donn approaching, his eyes kept on it, but he didn't say anything. Don didn't like the look, so he glared at the boy and walked past him to his home.

That's when the kid spoke: "You're Tony, the head coach of the Forest team; Donne? ”

Don't call him sir, just call him by his name, and don't say hello, I really don't know how to be polite! Complaining like this in his heart, Don still stopped, squinted at him and said, "I am." I'm not in the mood for an autograph right now. ”

The boy looked down and pulled out a black wallet from his trouser pocket, "I'm not here to ask for an autograph, this is your wallet." ”

Don took it suspiciously, and found that in addition to the hundreds of pounds, the credit card and ID card were all there!

Although he was busy today, seeing these things lost and recovered, Don's mood immediately improved. He looked at the kid with a change in his eyes and a smile on his face: "Oh, did you pick it up?" What a kind child...... Thank you so much! He fumbled into the pocket of his coat and found that the change was too trivial, and it was shabby to take it out and reward the other party.

"I'm sorry, I don't have much money right now. Come tomorrow and I'll reward you well......"

"No, I don't want a reward." The child shook his head.

The first thought that flashed into Donn's mind was that England also has a living Lei Feng! This kid is so nice, although his clothes are a little shabby and his face is dirty, he looks very energetic. It must be a child of a poor family, a person is not short of ambitions, has a future, a future!

The boy continued: "I think your team should sign the best players in England. ”

It turned out to be a big fan of the Forest team, so it makes sense......

Don smiled, "You mean David; David Beckham? I'm so sorry, we're a small club, and big stars can't look down on it...... "He was going to reach out and touch the child's head, how cute...... Although about the same height as himself.

Unexpectedly, the other party dodged Donn's hand: "Who is that?" The best players in England are here! ”

Don turned around, but didn't find anyone......

"Where are you looking? Right here, right in front of your eyes! The child pointed to himself and said very seriously.

The corners of Donn's mouth twitched, and then he burst out laughing. Then he reached out again, intending to touch the other person's head. "What a cute little kid......"

This time, the other party directly slapped Don's hand away, "I'm not kidding!" I'm serious! ”

It's a little embarrassing to be slapped off your hand by a little kid. The smile on Donn's face froze, and then he coughed, "Okay, please tell me." Where are you playing now? ”

"I haven't played before."

Don stared at each other for a long time. "Are you here to have fun?"

The child pursed his lips and said seriously: "Just because I haven't kicked it now doesn't mean I haven't kicked it in the future." As long as I get trained, I'm sure I'll be the best player in England! ”

Don's tone softened: "Listen...... What is your name? ”

"George, George; Wood. ”

"Listen, George. I appreciate you sending me my wallet back. But professional football is not as simple as you might think. Thank you for sending me a wallet, I'll send you back. Where do you live? ”

George; Wood was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Sneinton." ”

Don searched his mind and found that this place was a famous slum in Nottingham. Blacks, Indians, and people of all colors live here, and there are student apartments nearby. It is the most chaotic place. Although a few hundred metres from this area is Nottingham's most expensive upscale residential area.

Looking at Wood's clothes, Don suddenly relented. There will be poor and rich people in any country and region, and there are no shortage of these two classes in the famous commercial center of Britain and Nottingham, one of the few industrial cities.

"Well, anyway, I'll send you back." Seeing a taxi that had just gotten off in front of him, Don reached out to stop. Stockton was east of the city, and his home was Villeford southwest of the city, and God knows how the poor boy got here.

The car stopped next to the two, and Wood didn't object, and followed. In the car, he didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Donn decided to find something to say.

"George, why do you have to play?"

"Make money."

Don glanced at Wood, and that answer was in keeping with who he was.

"Then you can go to work...... Wait, you should be in school now, right? How old are you? ”

"Seventeen. I don't want to go to school, I can't make money going to school. And I have a job, but I make too little money. ”

"What do you do?"

"Movers for the moving company."

In the UK, a movers earning £10 per move is not too high, nor is it too low. The job is as simple as moving the customer's belongings out and putting them on the truck, and then moving them off the truck when they get to their destination. This kind of work needs to be done by people who are physically strong. Don squinted at Wood, this kid really has the ability to do this job. Looking at the muscles on his body, he really didn't look like a seventeen-year-old.

The legal minimum wage in the UK is four pounds and fifty pence an hour, and Wood earns more than twice as much. Don didn't understand why he was still thinking about the lack of money.

"What do you want so much money for?"

Wood didn't answer the question, and the car suddenly became a little awkward.

Born under the red flag, Don grew up under the red flag and received the education that a seventeen-year-old child should be educated in school, not go out to work. So he emphasized, "I think you should go back to school." ”

"I hate school." Wood said coldly.

Don found the boy to be like his old self, the stone in the pit - smelly and hard. Completely unable to communicate, he didn't say anything anymore and turned his head to look out the window.

The world outside the car window is sunny, the blue sky is blue, the bustling streets, the lively shopping malls, and the tourists are weaving. Don can even see tourists from China in taxis. In the sunshine of the twenty-first century, can you imagine such a place as a slum?

But it's here, in this city. The view from the car window gradually changed, and as he drove past the outskirts of the most palatial residential area, he could still see the million-pound villas inside the carved iron railings. It was once Nottingham's textile factory and warehouse, and has the very nice name "Lace Market".

It's a place like Done that even a professional club manager can't afford to live in. Don now lives in one of the most ordinary residential areas in Nottingham, where ordinary people and the working class live, except for the small two-story buildings with detached courtyards, are no different from ordinary residential areas in China.

There are poor people in Britain, but in a high-welfare society, their lives are not too difficult. You can live a very leisurely life if you are frugal. George; Stockington, where the Wood family is located, is not a poor people's ghetto, and it is almost the same as "extreme poverty". In the UK, all places where people of colour and illegal immigrants gather are "ghettos" without exception. Manchester is now home to the largest slum in Europe. The poorest white people are better off than the poor of color, because there is also racial discrimination involved.

George; Wood is of mixed race and counts as a person of color. It's no surprise that he lives in a place like Stockington.

In Nottingham, slums are not just poor, they mean "chaos". Law and order is the biggest headache for the local police station in Nottingham. You can see shops selling guns and ammunition openly on the side of the street, and groups of hooligans roaming around the streets, looking at everyone who passes by with bad intentions, robbing, stealing, drugs, women's records, violence, ...... It's the calling card of this kind of place. They are the gray area of the city, a no-go zone that many people want to hide from as far away as possible.

The gorgeous upscale residential area has passed, and the taxi is noticeably bumpy. Outside the window, there is no trace of the opulent buildings, replaced by dilapidated red brick houses, cracked wooden window frames, and mottled walls. As the traffic progressed, there were more dilapidated houses and more dangerous people roaming around.

The girl who dressed herself up in fancy clothes with cheap jewelry and fat powder, but couldn't hide the tired crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, leaned against the door to smoke and solicit customers. A man (or boy?) in a black jacket, with vulgar tattoos on his thick arms, and a bad expression. ）。 Passers-by who are hurrying with their heads bowed. Groups of three or five, chasing and playing children. A piece of asphalt covered with a patch of narrow road that looked like potholes. Colorful plastic bags and newspapers were discarded everywhere and flew over people's heads in a whirling whirl when the wind blew. The people here live like these colorful garbage, numbly fluttering when blown by the wind, and finally falling into a stinking ditch, forgotten and unmourned.

Donn was looking at the world outside the car, and the people of that world were staring at him maliciously, as if they were seeing a bunch of pounds tied up, or bread smeared with butter.

Wood instructed the driver to park in front of a red-brick house, and Don paid for it. The driver hurriedly drove away. At this moment, there were already a few children patting his car window. He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, something would happen.

Wood was a little surprised that Don came down with him. "I thought you'd just get in the car."

"I thought so, too. As a matter of fact...... I'm used to getting out of the car when it stops. Don was hiding from the dirty hands of the little ones, who were asking for money.

"Sir! Give a pound, a pound! The child, estimated to be only five or six years old, shouted loudly with a runny nose.

It wasn't that Don didn't have compassion, and he didn't have a penny of cash in his purse, but he still had about fifty pounds of change on him, which was his fare. What should I do if I give it to these little children?

Just as he was embarrassed, Wood waved his fist at the group of children: "Get out! ”

The little ones grimaced at him, raised their middle fingers, and dispersed.

To be honest, Don didn't expect Wood, who was also in the slums, to be so unkind to those kids. "You're so unfriendly."

"They're not friendly to me either." Spotting Don standing on the side of the street and looking around, Wood also stopped, "Nothing to see, this is where I live." It must have been an eye-opener, right? ”

Tang En looked back at the boy and grinned, "It's okay." Can you take me to your house for a sitting? ”

Wood nodded, pulled out the key and opened the door.

It is a two-story brick house. Entering the door was a narrow hallway and staircase, and Wood walked straight up. Don also said at the door, "Excuse me." ”

"On the first floor is another family, and my house is on the second floor." Wood looked back at Don strangely, "That family came back very late. ”

Don touched his nose in embarrassment and followed Wood upstairs.

Footsteps were heard, and a woman's voice rang out: "George? ”

"I'm back, Mom."

Donn whispered in the back, "What about your father?" ”

"He's dead." Wood, who was walking in front, didn't look back.

"Uh...... Sorry ......"

"Are there any guests?" Donn heard the woman ask.

"A soccer coach."

In the Q&A room, Don and they had already walked to the door of a room on the second floor, which seemed to be a restaurant. A brunette woman sits at a dining table and peels potatoes. The curtains were closed, the lights were not turned on, and the room was a little dim, but Don felt that this woman was the only shining person in the room...... Because it's beautiful. Tell the truth, see George; Wood's square face, he really didn't expect that the child's mother would be so beautiful, so young, such a weak woman in such a chaotic place, how much hardship would it take to raise a child alone? He felt some sympathy for the woman.

Petite, pale, and seems to be sick. But this brings out a morbid beauty. And the woman also looked like she was half-blood. How do you describe all this...... Ever since he entered the slum, Don had been devastated, and the world seemed to be gray until he saw this woman. She is the only light source in this humble room, the only color ...... in this world;