Godfather Of Champions

Dunn scratched his hair: "Are we in the refugee area in the early 1990s?"

Moore pointed to the yellow long station wagon and introduced: "Modern caravans, unsettled lifestyle. Mr. Dunn, Freddie Eastwood is such a gypsy."

"This... sounds like a fantasy novel." Dunn said with a dry smile. "Does he know how to divination? The sparkling magic crystal ball, the mysterious cabin with half-covered curtain..."

Moore shook his head: "He won't. But..."

"but?"

"It is said that his wife will—she is also a gypsy."

Looking at all this in front of him, Dunn had no idea what to say. He came to find the monster in the game, not a gypsy who lives in a caravan with his wife and lives out of mainstream society...

The white curtain in the third window from the left shook. Moore reminded Dunn, who hadn't recovered yet: "It seems that the sound of our conversation has awakened the owner here, Mr. Dunn."

"Huh? What..."

Dun En's question was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

A girl in pink pajamas, a black fur coat, and disheveled hair-Dun En can't say that the one who appeared in front of him was a woman because she looked too young-poked her head out of the car .

"Two gentlemen, are you here to buy a car?" The girl's voice was crisp, like a bird singing in the morning.

"Buy a car?" Dunn thought he had heard it wrong.

Moore's slow, low voice sounded in his ears in time: "He now joins a local amateur team. When he is not training or playing, he helps his father sell used cars."

Dunn glanced at Moore: "Mr. Moore, do you know anything about him, can you tell me about it together?"

As soon as Moore was about to open her mouth, the girl jumped out of the car and stood barefoot on the grass in the early winter morning. She looked at the two visitors curiously. "It seems that you are not here to buy a car, nor do you seem to be here for divination. Are you someone sent by old man Boris?"

"Who is Boris?" Dunn didn't understand, he felt that he really shouldn't go out today, what is this all about!

"Local councillor," Moore said again. "He has repeatedly condemned him in public for putting his home on the green belt of the community as illegal, and called on relevant departments to investigate the matter."

"Thank you for the explanation, Mr. More." Dunn nodded, he has completely lost his temper.

"You're welcome, Mr. Dunn."

"But... I don't think you guys are like the government." When Dunn was talking with Moore, the girl was watching them. "So, what are you guys here for?" She didn't know where to take out a deck of playing cards and put them in her hands tossing around. Dunn was attracted by her excellent card tricks.

Who is this family!

At this time, he heard a "pupu" sound from behind him, and then a loud and sharp male voice suddenly sounded: "Hi, Serem! Are you here? Are they here to buy a car or ask you for divination? Is the child awake, did you breastfeed him? Oh, go back soon, you haven't put on shoes yet!"

The sudden sound resounded like a machine gun, the speed of speech was extremely fast, and the words were still very unclear, sudden, sudden... Dunn couldn't hear what he said, and it was over.

He and Moore turned and looked back, and a man's head appeared above the bush. "Oh my God, he is so tall!" Dun En sighed. Although the bush is not a tall white poplar tree, there is one person taller than the bush. Is this the second Yang Kohler? No, he remembers that this person is not tall in the game...

"Mr. Dunn, in fact..." Moore corrected Dunn's statement, "He can't be so tall. You seem to be so tall because..."

Eastwood looked at the two strange men before him, shook his head curiously, and walked out from behind the bushes.

"...Because he is riding a horse."

Seeing Eastwood "walking" out, Dunn only heard the sound of something disconnected in his head.

Moore was right, the man was riding on the back of a black horse! The horse flicked its tail and snorted.

"God... Am I in the Middle Ages?" Dunn let out a wailing. Perhaps he will not forget what he saw today-Dunn's medieval fantasy journey!

The Gypsy couple looked at the man scratching hair strangely, not knowing what he was doing. At this time, the baby's cry sounded in the wagon, the woman ran back quickly, and the man jumped down and led the horse to the back of the forest and tied it to the tree. After doing this, he walked back to the wagon, sat down on the chair at the door, and looked at the two people.

Dunn finally recovered from his madness. He stepped forward, coughed, and then introduced himself: "Hello, Freddy. I am... uh, I am..." He got stuck. What identity should I say?

"It doesn't matter who you are, sir." Eastwood sat in a chair with a grin, shook his head, "What matters is the purpose of your coming here."

"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?" Dunn went straight to the point.

This sentence caught Eastwood’s attention. He stared at Dunn closely. After a long time, he suddenly patted his thigh, got up from the chair, pointed at Dunn and shouted: "I remember Now! You are the one from Nottingham Forest...!"

Dunn nodded: "As you think, I am that." This title is really good, and it saves everyone a lot of trouble.

Eastwood snorted: "Whose fault was I being driven out by West Ham? Are you embarrassed to come to me, do you plan to let me play for you?"

Hearing what the other party said, Dunn rubbed his nose in embarrassment. It was true that Wood did something unremarkable, but if it weren't for that foul, how could he find out where Wood is best? If the person in front of him hadn't had that injury, maybe he wouldn't be reduced to the point of playing in an amateur team, but if not, how could they have the opportunity to face each other like this?

Karma...

When Dunn saw him, he was sure that this person was the awesome Freddie Eastwood in his memory, with a slender figure, a white face, brown hair, and the face in his impression. Match. In the English League Cup of the 06-07 season, it was this man who gave a direct free kick to help the team he played for to eliminate the powerful Manchester United.

Now Dunn’s only worry is: he doesn’t know in his memory, why this person was abandoned by West Ham United, is West Ham think he has no potential, or is it because of injury? Did George Wood's foul on him affect his future ability? Is Eastwood standing in front of Dunn still the one who killed Manchester United?

Eastwood was still complaining endlessly, and his wife who appeared behind him holding the baby coughed: "Don't make excuses for yourself, Freddie. Haven't you always wanted to play professional football? Now comes the opportunity. Up."

Eastwood was immediately misfired.

Then the woman smiled at Dun En, "I'm sorry, sir. That injury hit Freddy too much..."

Dunn nodded apologetically: "He has every reason to do this. I am the one who should say sorry for that."

Eastwood’s wife continued: “After Freddy’s legs healed, he once wanted to give up football and concentrate on helping his father run the car dealer’s business. I persuaded him to try his luck at other clubs, and he went to Charles. pause……"

While his wife was telling these past events, Eastwood sat in a chair and looked up at the sky as if it had nothing to do with him.

"But Charlton's people heard that Freddie had just broken his leg a few months ago and didn't even give him a minute."

These were all caused by Wood. Although it had nothing to do with Dunn, he still carried the responsibility back: "I'm sorry, ma'am...so we come to him now, hoping to help him make up for this regret." , He looked at Eastwood, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

"Freddy!" The wife raised her voice and called her husband's name.

He finally lowered his head and looked at Dun En and snorted: "We gypsies pay attention to fair trade in business. Since you came to find me from Nottingham, it shows your sincerity. Then I also want to show my ability. Otherwise you must still be worried about whether I can play football after my right leg is broken."

Dunn smiled: "No, I'm not worried..."

"In the afternoon, entertainment stadium, watch me play!"

This is a game in the southern division of the amateur league. It is said that it is played on an entertainment stadium, but in fact it is an ordinary football stadium with only a small stand composed of steel frames. Dunn once sighed outside the Bernabéu Stadium that the home of the Forest team and Real Madrid are like a middle school playground, but now the "entertainment stadium" in front of him is the "secondary school playground".

Almost everyone stood on the edge of the stadium and watched the football. There was no billboard to enclose the football field, no television broadcast, no large number of journalists, no locker room... nothing.

Looking at such a game environment, Dunn felt sorry for Eastwood. At the same time, my apology deepened.

"Stimson is a good guy. When I didn’t have a ball to play, I was asked to come to Grace Athletic. Although it was an amateur game, I was able to maintain my state and sense of the ball. I think he would be very happy to see me again. Playing a professional game, in order to reward him, I will score a lot of goals in this game.” Eastwood said to Dunn before the game, as if scoring is a simple matter for him, want to score a lot Can make a lot of the same.

Now he is standing in the middle of the court, ready to kick off.

"What do you think, Mr. More?" Dunn asked the thoughts of the former chief scout next to the Forest Club.

"I haven't watched his game, Mr. Dunn." Moore replied honestly, "but the cheers around the stadium calling his name should explain some problems."

Dunn smiled and said, "I think so too."

The game only lasted for fifty minutes, and Dunn could no longer restrain his inner excitement. He really saw it, saw the Freddie Eastwood exactly like in FM! The one that starts shooting is 18, 17 passes, 19 penalty kicks, 18 technique, 17 dribbling, 16 long shots, 18 talents, 17 explosive power, 17 balance, 15 speed genius!

The spectators around the entertainment stadium shouted Eastwood's name and worshipped him as a god!

In fifty minutes, he has scored six goals! Penalty kicks, free kicks, long shots, grab points in front of the goal, and shoot past goalkeepers! He showed almost all the shooting methods, as if to show Dunn his shooting ability.

Dunn said to Moore next to him in cheers: "What do you think of it now, Mr. Moore?"

"As you said, Mr. Dunn. He is a genius." Moore finally had a slight change in expression on his face, and he answered with a slight smile. Obviously, the performance of this gypsy forward also conquered the picky old scouts.

"He's only twenty years old!" Dunn applauded and greeted Eastwood with the people around him. "He shouldn't belong to this kind of simple stadium, not a game without TV broadcast and reporter interviews! He must be signed! , He will become a sharp knife in the forward line of the Forest team!"

"I agree, but I always have a problem, Mr. Dunn."

"Ok?"

"Signing new players seems to be the job of the head coach of the first team."

Dunn turned his head to look at the old scout standing beside him, "You can think of me as the future head coach of the forest first team." He saw a flash of light in the old man's sunken eyes. "Mr. Moore, are you planning to reconsider your retirement decision?"

"No, Mr. Dunn, I will not take back my decision."

Hearing Moore's words, Dunn was a little disappointed, but he still couldn't... This old man is really stubborn!

"But... you can ask me to help as a private person like this time, Mr. Dunn." Old Moore was still expressionless, but Dunn seemed to see an old man smiling at him.

Cheers were heard again and Eastwood scored again.

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