The players spent another hour or so in the gym before Hydward announced the end of the day.

"Tomorrow is another day" is a classic phrase in Hollywood movies, and it is only fitting to give it to these tired guys.

He clapped his palms, attracting everyone's attention, and at the same time stretched out his thumb and forefinger, and said, "Eight o'clock in the morning, don't be late." ”

There was a wail in the training room, "8 o'clock! Steve: It's 9 o'clock! ”

Ward's words were few, but his eyes were particularly sharp, and the players he swept away had to sell three more points on indoor bikes.

Now is no exception, even if you look around, even if you are a thorn like Ricardo, you don't dare to say a word, the new official has three fires in office, and no one wants to start a fire at this time.

"Margery, you stay and practice, it's seven o'clock in the morning."

He picked up his salute and walked out the door, passing by the blonde boy's side, consciously or unconsciously.

"Coach, how long does that last?"

Without answering, Ward vanished in a flash, not knowing whether he didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it.

Margery sighed a little disappointed, he thought that the boss would accompany him, but he didn't expect to leave unusually calmly.

"Bench press for 20 sets of recovery training first, otherwise your legs won't be able to stand up tomorrow."

The voice that suddenly came from behind him startled him, "Captain?!" ”

Haim shoved the boy and said, "Go ahead, train, I'll accompany you." ”

…………

On the other side, the unsweetened and milk-free "espresso" in the conference room barely lifted Hydward's exhausted nerves.

From France to Germany, in flying from Germany to England.

Portsmouth, youth to the first team, another afternoon of training, he is not an iron man and he will be tired.

Rubbing his temples, he said, "Tom, I want to see the club's financial statements." ”

Ward knows where all football history goes, and this one was no exception.

After Antonov's arrest in Lithuania, his position as club president will soon be revoked. As a result, Portsmouth's two capital injections worth a total of £35 million will also be invalidated due to the boss's financial problems, thus creating a huge financial black hole.

If the transfer period ends in December this year, it still can't pay off part of it, and the '09 fiscal liquidation will repeat the history of the club's trusteeship.

Portsmouth will deduct 12 points from the league points due to a second financial violation, and they have a record of 5 points from 10 rounds, and if they deduct 12 points, relegation this year will become immediately certain.

Every point on the road to relegation is crucial, and Hydward will not allow the abyss to fall again.

…

"Sir, it's all here", Tom slammed the folder full of arms on the table, and waited here for a long time to finally wait for the coach to be arranged.

"So much?"

"Not only that, that's all there is to the club, and the rest has to be found in my company."

"I just want to get a glimpse of it."

Ward flipped through one of them, and the dense print and tables inside made his head tingle instantly.

"Tom, I just wanted to ask you how much money do we need to pay back to the bank?"

His eyesight is not very good, and he has a natural resistance to small print.

Tom asked, "Altogether?" ”

Ward waved his hand and said, "Of course not, how much money can prevent us from being escrowed, I'm talking about this." ”

Tom exclaimed, "Sir, you are very professional," but his smile was a little inexplicable.

"Look at this," he said, pulling one out of the pile of papers and handing it over.

"£20 million is the minimum number, and if I can raise 25 million, I'm 100% sure I'll avoid escrow."

'It's a fantasy though, and I'm happy if the whole squad is worth £2.5 million combined.'

Tom's unspeakable helplessness stems from a full understanding of his own expertise.

He pointed to the document Ward was reading and said again: "This is my personal estimate of the rest of the team's possessions, which is kind of a reference for you. ”

Tom took a pen and wrote and drew on the paper, annotating it in different colors.

The documents clearly state that the training base underfoot, the Faton Park stadium three kilometres away, the players' dormitories, the training equipment, and even the team's buses are all banked, and the club has long since gone bankrupt.

The player's salary can only last for the last month on the books.

Hydward's wet clothes and shoes were worn all afternoon, and he felt like throwing up.

The red and blue letters on the paper are repeated to emphasize only one thing: Tom's so-called property estimate is just telling you that there are only zero in my case!

Ward's eyes flickered and flickered, as if sparks were sparking outward.

"Sir, I don't know why you came to Portsmouth, I just hope you recognize a reality before you put in the effort, 0, no matter how you accumulate, you will only lose badly."

Hydward raised the mug in his hand and drank all the coffee in it, which was as bitter as Chinese medicine, holding the corner of the table with both hands, his eyes piercing the other party like a sharp sword.

Ward tore off a corner of the paperwork, put it in the pocket of his shirt, and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window.

"Tom, don't laugh at the dead, I'm telling you, 0 is the beginning of everything, and if you don't start from there, nothing will start, nothing will be achieved."

I don't know when the rain outside the window has stopped, the clear blue sky is as blue as a wash, there is no sun at this point, only white clouds floating in the air. A seven-colored rainbow appears in the northwest sky, which complements the blue sky and white clouds, which is refreshing.

Tom's face became elusive, like the weather in England.

"Sir, I'm also a Portsmouth fan, my father, my grandfather, loyal to this club since the time of Tyan, our blood and soul are blue and white."

"Edward maybe you're right, 0 is where it all starts and you don't get anything out of it, but I think this club has to start differently!"

"The teams of these capitalists are disgusting."

Once again, Tom pulled one out of the pile of papers and slammed it on the conference room table, the sounds clearly reaching Ward's ears and hitting his heart.

Tom unbuttoned his jacket and found a blue and white long-sleeved shirt with four different trophies clearly embroidered on his chest, two FA Cups, two English top flight titles, and a small slogan "Have been looking for"

"We're looking for Portsmouth fans to form a new club, get rid of those debts and start from scratch."

Tom's striking voice and blue and white fan shirt don't look like a successful lawyer at all.

Hydward fumbled with the cigarette on his body, wanting to get one to lift his spirits, but he couldn't catch it.

He half-jokingly said, "Why don't you learn to face it?" ”

"Just £25 million is enough"

'These players are always Portsmouth's own.'

Ward laughed, the corners of his mouth almost bent to the base of his ear, and he kept talking to himself like crazy.

Ward turned around and grabbed the blue and white fan jersey on Tom's body, which was exactly where the four-seat championship trophy was located, and there were folds all around it.

He lowered his voice and said: "Why not try to sell these players for £25 million?" ”