Tuesday, January 7, for Nottingham Forest acting head coach Toney; It's been a busy day.

After returning to training after a two-day holiday, the players' physical condition deteriorated slightly, and Donn stood on the sidelines and watched for a while, and the performance of the players made him frown. Simply shout to stop, and then put the physical trainer Andy; Stottwell and the assistant coach both called in and changed the team's training plan for today to a physical recovery session, and did nothing else to restore the fitness.

Don didn't know much about training, and basically he threw it to two assistant coaches; Walker and Ian; Bowyer manages, goalkeeper training has a goalkeeper coach, physical training has a physical coach, the entire coaching staff has a clear division of labor, and basically he doesn't need to worry about anything. All he had to do was review Walker's proposed training plan.

It's good to save him, a half-coach, from showing his feet.

After making these adjustments, the two physicians he had "ordered" from Professor Constantine also came, and Don took them to the physiotherapy room and introduced them to two other team doctors: Gary, an Irishman of thirty-five; Fleming, John of England, fifty-eight-year-old; Hasselden.

The two new doctors, both over 55 years old and having just retired from the Royal Infirmary of Nottingham University, are die-hard Forest fans. This reassured Donn that the loyalty of foreign fans would not allow them to do anything harmful to the club.

"These two are Steve; Devin and Rogge; Longlikee, they're your new colleagues, Gary, you give them some information about the team, I have to go back. Don gave a brief introduction to the two doctors, shook hands with them, wished them a good day, and turned away.

As soon as he returned to the training ground, his phone rang again.

"I'm Donne."

"Tony, I have a kid here looking for you and saying you asked him to come." The phone rang with Ian the doorman; MacDonald's voice.

Don looked down at his watch, nine-thirty, not a little more, no less. This kid is very punctual. "That's right, I asked him to come, you can bring him in."

Ten minutes later, old Ian walked into the training ground with a tall lad and sent him to Donne, and he turned and went back.

Donn looked at George, who was standing in front of him; Wood, his face was much cleaner than yesterday, his clothes had been freshly changed, and under his feet was a pair of Nike sneakers, a little worn, but finally not cold enough to show his toes.

"Have you had breakfast?" It's a very Chinese greeting, and some habits Tang En still can't change.

Wood was a little surprised, then he nodded, "Eaten." ”

"How?" Realizing that he might have asked the wrong question, Don could only change the subject.

"By car, by bus, and then by running."

Hearing him say this, Don looked at Wood carefully, his face was ruddy, there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but they were not obvious, and his breath was slightly panting. He thought of the fact that yesterday this boy had run the road that took forty-five minutes to walk in fifteen minutes, and that he was completely different from his frail and petite mother, George; Wood is about 1.8 meters tall and is very strong. Maybe Sophia gave all her life essence to her son, so that there would be such a monster.

"Very well, you come with me, we're going to go through here, those training grounds to the north are where you're going to stay."

Wood asked curiously, "Not here?" This is not a training base? ”

"This is where the first team trains, and I'm taking you to the youth team's training base." Donn leads the way in front.

Unexpectedly, Wood stopped: "Youth team? I'm not going, I'm going to be here, playing professionally, getting paid and bonus. ”

Don looked back at him and said, "That's not going to work. You've never played before, it's a senior game, you can't get used to it yet......"

Wood stood still: "I have to kick." ”

"Why?"

'They say the first team gets a lot of money.

If he had heard Wood say that yesterday afternoon, Don would have laughed so happily. But after seeing what was going on in their family, he couldn't laugh. Looking at the stubborn Wood, Don suddenly thought of a solution.

"Well, I can give you another chance. But you're going to be part of the first team, I'm not going to say it alone. See them? Donn pointed to the first-team members and coaches who were training on the training ground.

Wood nodded.

'You have to prove that you have what it takes to play alongside them and convince the discerning professional coaches to agree to you joining the first team.

"How do you prove it?"

The fish took the bait. Tang En snickered in his heart, but said with a serious face: "It's very simple, play a confrontation match with them, and let everyone judge how good you are." ”

Tang En can be considered to have figured out Wood's temper, this kind of stubborn donkey who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, doesn't shed tears when he doesn't see the Yellow River, and doesn't die until he doesn't go to the Great Wall, he has to make him suffer, otherwise he won't be able to listen to anything others say. A rookie who has never played at all and a professional player, what the result is, Donn is clear. This is not a YY novel, such a miracle does not exist. He just wants to make Wood suffer a little bit, remember his last name for a long time, and know that professional football is not as simple as he imagined.

Wood nodded: "Good! ”

So Don took him back and stood on the sidelines and shouted to stop the training. Then put Des; Walker called back.

"What's wrong? Tony? Walker looked strangely at George, who was standing beside Donn; Wood.

"Let's play a simple match. Then count him ......," Donn pointed to Wood. Rhyme. Donn beckoned a coach.

"Take him to the locker room to change." He pointed to Wood to the running Lyme; Okan said.

Seeing Wood gone, Walker asked, "Tony, who is he?" ”

"Well, one I found on the street...... Some talented kids, he expressed to me that he wanted to become a professional footballer, so I brought him to train. Before going to the youth team, let him feel the atmosphere of professional football in advance. Donn chose to say that he didn't tell Walker the whole truth. After all, he didn't know if Wood minded letting others know about his family.

"Oh, yes. Des, put Wood in the no-vest group. Then tell those wearing yellow vests that if they want to get a chance to start in the next game, this match is an important test, and a bad performance will affect their play. ”

In training matches within the Forest team, the substitute group is represented by not wearing a vest, while the main team wears a yellow vest. Walker nodded in understanding, and he turned back to set up the players.

Soon, Wood also changed his clothes and returned to the sidelines. Don looked at Wood, who was wearing the jersey, and he really looked like a player.

"Well, in terms of appearance, you're a pro." Donn nodded, "Go ahead, you're on a team with those who don't wear yellow vests." Des, you referee! ”

Then, Don stood on the sidelines with his hands on his chest and watched the game.

It is clear that Wood does not know how to play and does not know how to cooperate with his teammates, and he is assigned a position as a striker, but he only knows how to run with the ball. Wherever there is a ball, run there. When he ran to him, he passed the ball out, and he turned around and ran back...... Ten minutes passed, and not even a single ball was touched.

Walker, who was the referee, kept looking back at Donn on the sidelines, and he didn't see any talent in this kid.

To be honest, Don didn't see it either, except for ...... Well, except, the physical strength is relatively good, and the speed is fast. But his performance shows that he is more suited to be a track and field athlete than a player. Flustered by Walker's eyes, Donn simply took out his sunglasses from his coat pocket and put them on himself, so that even if he closed his eyes, no one would notice - he really felt that Wood's performance was unbearable for him to watch.

Walker could roughly guess something when he saw Don wearing sunglasses. The rest of the game was completely useless. This kid is a complete rookie in football.

The teammates on the first team with Wood also felt a little inexplicable, this kid couldn't play football at all, why train with them? There was no one to pass the ball to him. Wood is still running with his head down, and wherever there's the ball, he's there.

Don watched it for another ten minutes, and for twenty minutes George didn't change at all. He even guessed that the kid hadn't watched much of the game and didn't know anything about football. Seeing him panting on the field, it is estimated that it is not comfortable. He beckoned for a substitution and replaced Wood.

Wood came to Donn with his head down, gasping for air.

"George, how are you feeling?" Don asked him.

Wood gasped for air, bowed his head and didn't say a word. Don knew he already knew what professional football could be.

"It's just the level of training, if it's an official game...... Do you think professional football is that simple? At your current level, you don't get a professional contract at all, and you don't get the lowest level of contract. I know why you're training here, but being able to train in this kind of place also depends on the level. To put it bluntly, what shit you just behaved was. Do you think you're going to be able to get me to sign you a professional contract just because of what you've just done? ”

Wood still didn't speak, and he was probably not convinced with his head down.

"Okay, come with me to the youth team and get some training. You're not without a chance. In addition, there is money to be taken as a member of the youth team. ”

Hearing Don say this, Wood raised his head, glared at him and asked, "Really?" ”

Don knew that only when it came to "money" would this poor boy react. "What am I lying to you for? I'm a career coach and I have a credit card, so my creditworthiness is bank-guaranteed. ”

"How much?" What Wood means is how much money he makes a month as a youth player.

Don En thought about it and signed a better youth contract for this kid. The situation in his family is indeed difficult. "Eighty pounds a week, thirty-five pounds for each game if you play, seven pounds for a goal if you score, and three pounds for an assist if you have an assist. This is the best youth contract available, with those who are new to the squad earning only fifty-five pounds a week. In addition, the club is responsible for the lunch meal. You're a local, so you won't be able to stay there. "Donn wasn't lying, this is indeed the best youth contract in the Forest youth team, and Michael; Dawson and Andy; Reid performed well in the youth team and took this contract, but Dawson as a defender did not receive a goal award and an assist award.

The two of them are still under contract because they have just been drawn from the youth team. However, Donn is already thinking about offering them a first-team contract with better pay. After all, if this kind of talent wants to stay in the team, and if you want to let them play for the team with peace of mind, you have to give them rich rewards.

Unexpectedly, after listening to what Don said, Wood's expression was a little hesitant. Don also saw it: "What's wrong?" ”

"This is really the best?" Wood asked.

Dare to love him...... Don nodded, then pointed to Dawson on the training ground and said, "See that tall man?" He was promoted to the first team just before New Year's Day and has always had the best contract in the youth team. If you don't believe me, I can call him in and ask for yourself. Do you need me to call? ”

Wood shook his head, perhaps he didn't think Don was lying to anyone.

"You work in a moving company, how much money can you get a week?" Donn asked.

Wood thought for a moment, "Two hundred pounds." ”

Donn behind his sunglasses rolled his eyes, which is indeed more than playing in the youth team. Don also understood that Wood had absolute reason to hesitate.

"It's true that the youth team is not well paid. But you have to know that even Wayne Rooney's salary in the youth team is only £80 a week, just like you. ”

"Who is Rooney?" Wood looked confused.

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