champion godfather

Chapter 63 Football is higher than life and death?
While the outside world was hyping resurgent football hooligans and the death of an innocent boy, George Wood was still doing the boring basic training day after day on the second field of the youth base.As if he and this world are two different planes, he doesn't care about any news from the outside world, and doesn't care.There is only one thought in his mind: to achieve the coach's goal one day earlier, to play games, and to make money to treat his mother.

Until this day, he saw Tang En appearing on the sidelines in black, and then called his coach. The two whispered a few words, then the coach left here, and Tang En walked towards him.Although Tang En wore black clothes, black trousers, black leather shoes all day long, and wore sunglasses even on cloudy days, he gave Wood a different feeling today—the black suit was newer and more rigid.

"George," he said in a low voice to Wood. "Tomorrow you...don't need to train."

Wood didn't say anything, he knew that Tang En must have something to say.

"Do you have a black suit?" Tang En asked, pointing to his body.

Wood shook his head.

Looking down at his watch, Tang En waved to Wood: "You don't need to train now. Follow me."

"Where are you going?" Wood didn't move.

"I'll buy you a suit, shirt, and tie."

"I don't like wearing those things..." Wood didn't want to go, he didn't want to waste time dressing himself up.

"Do you think that I dressed you up to let you attend some kind of banquet? Do you remember...where did you sign an autograph for a child?" Tang En said, pointing to the barbed wire fence in the distance.

Wood nodded. It was the first time he signed an autograph for an admirer, and I am afraid that such a scene will never be forgotten in his life.

"Do you know what his name is?"

Wood shook his head, he didn't ask, and no one told him.

"Gavin, Gavin Bernard. Remember that name, we'll go to his funeral tomorrow morning."

George Wood froze.

Gavin's grandmother was supported by someone and stood aside. She was wearing a black hat, and the hanging silk screen covered her face. Her expression could not be seen clearly. She was going to speak later, but Tang En was worried about the old man. Can you bear the pain...

Michael's wife was paralyzed in his arms, staring blankly at Gavin's aunt who was crying on top.Almost a week has passed since the incident, but the pain left to the family has not diminished in the slightest.

Gavin's relatives, schoolmates and teachers sat on the left side of the church, while Michael's friends and Forest team players and coaches sat on the right side.

Wood was sitting next to him, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and tie that he sold to him yesterday. Can't see any expression.

Tang En felt that perhaps he could understand this child, because he was the same as him now.

George Wood's only fan so far, his admirer, is lying in a black and cold coffin at this moment, and will never ask him for an autograph again, and will never watch him train from the sidelines again.

Because everyone was too sad, the relatives who came to the stage quickly ended their speeches, the pastor said the last prayer, and then the coffin was lifted, and the crowd marched to the cemetery behind the church.

No mourning music was played at the funeral, and Michael chose for Gavin Eric`Clapton's "Tears`in`Heaven" (Tears`in`Heaven) written by Eric`Clapton (Eric`Clapton) for his dead son, a low wooden Guitars accompany Capeton's raucous singing, which breaks the hearts of those who hear it.

If I see you in heaven, will you still remember my name?

If I meet you in heaven, can we still be the same?

If...we...we can never go back to the past...right?

The black wooden coffin was carefully put down. Tang En noticed that it was covered with a small Forest team jersey. There were large dark red bloodstains on the chest and neckline. In the bloodstains, Wood's name was still conspicuous.He gently threw the lily in his hand on the coffin, just covering the Forest team's team emblem.

Wood, who was behind him, knelt down on one knee, carefully placed the flower in his hand on his name, and then got up and left with Tang En.

Tang En, who was standing on the periphery, watched the crowd come forward one by one to offer flowers in silence. After the players finished offering flowers, they would spontaneously come to his side. In this way, more and more people gathered around him. He counted, but none of them were there. No, the first team is here.Youth team director David Chrislake was also in attendance.Michael Dawson was perhaps the saddest of them all. He and Michael knew each other first and had the best relationship among the players.It can be said that Michael watched Dawson step by step from an unknown kid to a professional star.Michael had lost his son, and Dawson had lost his brother.

Tang En patted Dawson on the shoulder, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

At the end he sighed: "Go back, rest well, there is another game tomorrow..."

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Tang En found that Wood was still by his side. He was a little strange: "You should go back too. You don't need to train today, and spend good time with your mother."

Wood nodded and turned to leave. Tang En called him again: "George, you must become a big star!"

George nodded vigorously, pursing his lips.

"Go back." Dunn waved his hand, and Wood turned and strode away from this depressing place.

When Wood left, Tang En glanced at Michael who was still comforting his wife. He thought it would be better not to bother them at this time, even if it was just to say goodbye.

He decided to go to Burns's bar for a drink, and he should be fine after getting drunk and sleeping.

Walking to the gate of the cemetery, he saw Pierce Bruce, the reporter of the Nottingham Evening Post, running out of breath.To be honest, because of Gavin's incident, Tang En hated the media even more, and it even affected his evaluation of all people working in the media.

(End of this chapter)