Chapter 608 Volume 5 Red It's Just a Joke

When the Forest players saw Franck Ribery in the dressing room, they were amazed.

"Hey, Frank, can you change clothes for training?" Eastwood asked strangely.

Ribery raised the crutch in his hand: "Of course not."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"It's just boring, come and see everyone."

Everyone said "Oh" and went about their business again. Only Eastwood accompanied Franck Ribery to say a few words occasionally. Everyone else went about their business in silence. After yesterday's conflict, everyone's mood is not very good, and the atmosphere in the locker room is even more dull.

Tang En's lecture didn't seem to have any effect?

The players gradually came together, but the locker room did not become lively because of the increase in people. On the contrary, the more people there were, the more silent everyone was, as if they didn't want others to see what they were thinking at this moment.

Ribery frowned, he didn't want this atmosphere to last forever. He loves this team, because this team gave him a new life, he doesn't want this happy team to sink, he must find a way...

He coughed twice, then tapped the ground with his cane, making a noise that attracted the attention of others.

"I said... guys, do you want to have some fun?" he laughed.

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Before Tang went to the training base, he stood at the door of his residence and waited for Tang En to come out.

The door he was watching was closed tightly, and he knew that Shania and Tang En must still be saying goodbye inside. Ah, maybe the supermodel Shania is putting on a coat for Tang En, just like a real wife should do. He has always found the relationship between these two people very interesting, quite interesting...

"I'm leaving." The door opened, and Tang En's voice came out.

"Yes. Goodbye, Uncle Tony." The voice of the little girl Shania followed. "Come back for lunch!"

Then Tang En's figure appeared at the door.

When Tang En walked up to him, Tang asked, "How does it feel to have someone waiting to go home for dinner?"

Tang En raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to eat together so much?"

Tang quickly waved his hand: "I'll solve it in the club restaurant..."

The two walked together to the Wilford training base. Thinking of the team's current situation on the road, Tang En frowned again. He knows that when things like fights happen, there is a crack in the team, and with that crack there is no healing, it will always be there. Nottingham Forest was no longer a fortress impregnable both from the outside and from the inside. How to deal with all kinds of things after the fight was the reason for Tang En's headache.

Those who did not participate in the fight would inevitably not have the same thoughts as Chimbonda and Bendtner at the time, but they lacked a reasonable excuse to vent it. Then he reprimanded him together, will it make the depressive atmosphere in the team even more depressing? Fifteen minutes into the training this morning, there will be many reporters filming and interviewing. If they see something bad, will they play it up in the media? Will the team's performance be affected by this?

These questions hovered in Tang En's mind, making his happy mood at home just now disappear.

The 20-minute journey was over quickly. Tang En really saw a lot of media at the training base. They came here for interviews and filming just like yesterday, hoping to get some "internal reports" by the way. Fortunately, the conflict happened at the end of the training session yesterday, and the media had left, otherwise the number of journalists who came here today would have more than doubled than before. Then he will have even more headaches...

Now, it's okay.

"Good morning, Mr. Tang En!" Pierce Bruce waved his hand to greet Tang En, but Tang En walked over as if he didn't see it.

Only Tang wiped his ass from behind: "Good morning, Mr. Bruce."

"Mr. Dunn... doesn't seem to be in a good mood?" Bruce, who was observing carefully, asked suspiciously.

Tang just smiled: "Didn't wake up."

This excuse is really bad. It's already half past nine and I haven't woken up yet... Tang En rarely sleeps in.

Bruce was keenly aware of something, but he looked around at other media reporters and said nothing.

There were other familiar reporters who greeted Tang En, but he also ignored him and just walked in. But everyone has long been used to Tang En's perverse personality, so it's not surprising. After all, now that the Forest team has won consecutive victories, as the head coach, the pressure is a little bit more, and it is understandable that he is almost in a mood.

Don followed, and the two approached the head coach's office, where they saw Chris Lack already waiting there.

"Tony, does today's training plan need to be adjusted?"

Tang En shook his head and leaned over to turn on the computer: "The plan was set a few days ago, and there is no need to adjust it. Why would you think of asking such a stupid question, David?"

"Uh... I just feel that the atmosphere in the team is not good these days..." Chris Lak stammered.

"That's a psychological problem. You just take care of the training, and I will solve the psychological problems of the players."

Chris Rack nodded: "You're right, Tony. But I think you have to get your mind back to normal first." After speaking, he handed over a mirror.

Tang En in the mirror still had a stern expression, no different from yesterday or the day before yesterday.

Chris Lak moved away without shaking the mirror, and Tang En kept staring at himself in the mirror.

"Tony, we all think that you are the well-deserved core of this team. So if you can't get up to normal, then this team can't get back to normal." Chris Lack said.

Tang En took the mirror from his hand: "Thank you for the mirror, David."

"Then I'll go to my business." Saying goodbye to the two, Chris Lak walked out.

Tang looked at Tang En, then at the door, and then got up too: "I'm off to work too."

Tang En did not hold back, he nodded.

Turning on the computer and calling up today's training plan document, Tang En glanced at it and took a general look. Then I went to the Internet to browse the sports news briefly, and found no reports of any internal fights in the team yesterday. It seemed that no one had spread the news, so he was relieved.

After doing this, he got up and went to the training ground, ready to start the morning work.

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The media who were still around the gate just now poured in and set up machines outside the training ground to shoot. Then a sharp-eyed reporter discovered a problem-Nottingham Forest had already started training, so why didn't they see Chimbonda and Bendtner?

Someone told the people around him about this discovery, so the reporter group quickly talked about this topic. Tony Twain has always been very strict in managing the army. If they are late...then the time for being late is too long, right? Chimbonda and Bendtner are not the main core of the team now. They dare to be late for training for so long. Don't they want to continue playing under Twain?

What's even more strange is that Tang En, who was strict with the team's discipline, didn't show any displeasure on his face, as if he didn't care that two people were late. There are not many people in the forest first team, there are only a few faces, and they are already familiar with them. He has no reason to ignore two people.

This is so weird. Did something happen that we don't know about?

That's when Chris Rucker came over to inform the press that their filming time was over.

A group of media then packed up their equipment and retreated. No matter how many questions you have in your mind, now is not the time to ask them. Anyway, there will be a routine press conference after training in the afternoon. The team's head coach Tony Twain will definitely be there, and a player will follow him. , This player may be the captain George Wood, the vice-captain Edwin van der Sar, the most popular Beckham, or any ordinary player. They'll answer questions from reporters about some of the recent happenings with the team. According to the different personalities of the players present, some of them opened their mouths and made the reporters very satisfied, while some were cautious and refused to talk too much, and some simply refused to cooperate, which made the reporters very dissatisfied .

Now the reporters have their own plans in mind, take advantage of this half day to find out where the missing Chimbanda and Bendtner are, and then wait until the afternoon press conference to launch concentrated bombing on Tony Twain .

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After the reporters left, the training ground became much quieter. Apart from the shouts of the players themselves and the whistles of the coaches, there was no other sound.

Tang En was still watching from the side with his sunglasses on. There were dedicated coaches in charge of specific training subjects, and two assistant coaches were in charge of coordination. Basically, he had nothing to do.

The team's training was the same as usual, and Tang En focused on observing the emotions of the players. He wanted to see how deeply the incident yesterday had affected the team. The players don't have too many expressions on their faces. They seem to be all focused on training. It's not time to rest yet, so it's hard to see what everyone's usual mood is.

He looked down at his watch. He had been training for half an hour.

"David," he called.

Chris Rack looked back at him.

"Let them rest." Dunn pointed to the players on the field.

Chris Rack nodded, and then blew the whistle in his mouth: "Take a fifteen-minute break!"

The players walked off the field panting, slowly gathered and rested in a corner. This is no different from usual. The players are always together, and the coaches are in a bunch without interfering with each other. Players have topics that players are interested in, and coaches also have coaches' chat content.

Tang En looked at it for a while, and felt that it was exactly the same as usual. As the head coach, it is not convenient for him to go over and listen to what these people are talking about. So I gave up the idea of ​​continuing to observe, and planned to chat with everyone to relieve my emotions. David Chrislake is right, don't always put on a straight face and reject others.

To be harmonious, to have love.

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"Hey, he turned around... this is an opportunity!" Eastwood looked at Tang En who turned around and said to the people around him.

"This... isn't very good, is it? Are we really going to do this?" Van Nistelrooy frowned, "The boss has been in a bad mood recently, if he is offended..."

"What are you afraid of! The boss always scolds us, don't you want to take the opportunity to take revenge!" Eastwood encouraged other teammates. "Besides... If the boss gets angry, he will blame Frank. This is what he said. Anyway, he came up with the idea. The boss won't care about a crippled man, right?"

When Eastwood said this, everyone pinched their chins and looked up at the sky, lost in thought.

Finally someone thumped his palm: "It's done!" It was Petrov who spoke. "Shall we put some more ice?" Not only agreed, but he added.

This suggestion made many people excited.

But Eastwood shuddered: "Hey...would it be too much..."

A group of people turned their heads and glared at him: "Don't you want to take this opportunity to take revenge!"

Eastwood threw up his hands, he was defeated.

Then everyone looked at George Wood who was sitting by the side and kept silent. They didn't say anything, but a pair of eyes showed their intention clearly.

Wood looked at everyone and said, "I'll carry him up."

Everyone laughed.

"That's it. But we have to find someone who the boss trusts the most and who is the least likely to frame him to lure him out." Eastwood nodded, and after he finished speaking, everyone turned their attention to Baker in unison. Ham.

Beckham raised his hands: "OK, I know what I should do. But I always feel that picking this moment to tease the boss is a very dangerous thing..."

Eastwood looked very excited: "We still don't do things that don't have risks. That's so boring, isn't it, guys!"

His words were unanimously approved. So Beckham, bearing everyone's expectations, stood up, patted his buttocks and walked towards Tang En.

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Just as he turned around and was about to walk towards the coaches, he heard someone calling him from behind: "Boss, boss!"

It's Beckham.

"Ah, David...Although I told you to call it that, it still feels awkward every time I hear it..." Dunn turned around and asked. "What's matter?"

"Uh...uh." Beckham looked back at his teammates, but everyone was resting on their own as if they didn't see him.

Tang En followed his gaze and saw nothing strange.

"What's the matter, David?"

"Uh...someone is looking for you." Beckham made up a random reason.

"Who?" Tang En felt strange, why didn't he come here directly to find me.

"Frank." Ribery's name flashed through Beckham's mind, and he said it out. Anyway, he thought up this plan, so let him be the reason. "Uh, it's not convenient for him to walk. I want you to go out and meet him. He's in the parking lot."

This reason is quite sufficient.

Tang En nodded, "Okay, I'll go now."

Beckham completed the task. He watched Twain walk out of the training field before turning back to the players. He found that George Wood and Eastwood were gone.

"David, Freddie said that when you come back, let's go to a good show together."

A group of people glance at the coaches who are resting

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Tang En walked out of the training ground. There were not many people in the huge training base, and most of the training ground was empty. The media is not here, it seems deserted. He walked through the training ground and the office building alone, and came to the parking lot next to the indoor training hall.

The parking lot was also very quiet, full of players' and staff's private cars. Tang En saw Ribery's red Citroen inside, and he smiled. This kid was not honest when he was injured, he came to the training base all day long. He may be the most normal mood of all people.

but……

Isn't he looking for me? What about people?

Tang En was standing in front of Franck Ribery's car. He leaned over to look inside, but he didn't find anyone in the car. I got up and looked around again, but there was still no one. The entire parking lot was full of cars, there wasn't a single vacancy, but there was no one there.

If Ribéry wanted to play hide-and-seek with him, this would be the right place. But... why did he play such a childish game with himself?

The parking lot is next to the indoor training hall, and Ribery's car is parked under the wall. Tang En stood beside the red Citroen and looked around. "Frank!" he yelled, hoping that Ribery, who didn't know where he was going, could hear him.

"I'm here, boss!" His wish came true, and the voice came from overhead... overhead?

Tang En looked up in surprise.

The indoor gymnasium has a terrace on the second floor, which is used to store some sundries. Tang En looked up and saw the familiar scarred face, and he was smiling happily.

"WOOOOOW—"

A bucket of cold water fell from the sky, and when Tang En was unprepared, it drenched him thoroughly.

"Wow--"

Tang En stood there in a daze for several seconds before he realized it. Looking up, he saw Ribery's scarred face with an exaggerated smile. He was about to get angry when he suddenly saw George Wood sticking his head out and looking down...