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Godfather Of Champions

By Lin Hai Ting Tao

Volume One Sleeping Forest Chapter 12 George Wood Family (on)

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Fortunately, there are still some change in the body, so that I don’t even have the money to go home.

The next day, Twain went to the bank to report the loss of the credit card early in the morning, and then went to the police station to report the loss of the ID card. I almost tossed it for a day. In the afternoon, everyone else was drinking afternoon tea, and he was dragging his tired body home from the outside. I would also like to thank him for his incomprehensible memory in his mind, otherwise he would not know where he should go.

When he got to the door, he saw a small child standing there.

Height is similar to myself, but a childish look.

Twain didn't understand what the child was doing at his door. He had some dirty, brown hair and wheat-colored skin on his face. It should be a mixed-race. Isn't that going to be a thief? He glanced at his door and found that it was good and there was no trace of destruction.

The little child saw Twain coming over, his eyes fixed, but he said nothing. Twain didn't like this kind of look, so he glanced at the child and walked from his side to his home.

At this time the child spoke up: "Are you the Tony Twain of the Forest team?"

Don't call Mr., just call his name, don't ask for good, really don't know how to be polite! In this heart complained, Twain stopped and squinted at him and said, "I am. If I want to sign, I am not in the mood now. ”

The child bowed his head and pulled out a black wallet from the trouser pocket. "I am not here to sign, this is your wallet."

Twain's doubts passed and found that except for the few hundred pounds, credit cards and ID cards are there!

Although he was busy today, but seeing these things lost, Twain's mood was turned right away. He looked at the child's eyes and changed his face. He also smiled on his face: "Oh, is this what you got?" Really kind child…thank you so much! ”He touched his pocket of clothes and found that the change was too trivial, and it was unfortunate to take out the reward.

"I am sorry, I don't have much money on my body now. Come tomorrow, I will reward you…"

"No, I don't want to reward."The child shook his head.

The first thought in Twain's brain is that there is also a living Lei Feng in England! This child is very good, although the clothes are worn out, the face is dirty, but people look very spirited. It must be a child of a poor family. People are not too short-lived, have a future, and have a future!

The child continued: "I think your team should sign England's best player."

It turned out to be the loyal fans of the Forest team, so the explanation can also be said…

Twain smiled: "Do you mean David – Beckham? I am sorry, we are a small club, the big star can not see…"He intends to reach out and touch the head of the child. It’s so cute…Although it is almost as high as myself.

I didn't expect the other party to avoid Twain's hand: "Who is that?" England's best player is here! ”

Twain turned around and found no one…

"Where are you looking? It’s here, in front of you! ”The child pointed at himself very seriously.

Twain twitched at the corner of his mouth, then he laughed. Then reach out again and try to touch each other's head. "What a lovely child…"

This time the other party directly smashed Twain's hand. "I am not kidding! I meant it well.

Being shot by a child is awkward. The smile on Twain's face solidified, and then he coughed: "Okay, please tell me. Where are you playing now? ”

"I didn't play the ball."

Twain stared at each other for a long time. "Are you looking for fun? ”

The child pouted and said seriously: "I haven’t played it now, it doesn’t mean I haven’t played it in the future. Just let me train, I will definitely be the best player in England! ”

Twain's tone has eased: "Listen…What is your name?

"George, George Wood."

"Listen, George. I am very grateful to you for sending me your wallet. But professional football is not as simple as you think. Thank you for sending me a wallet, I will send you back. Where is your family living? ”

George Wood was silent for a moment and bowed his head and said, "Sneinton."

Twain searched in his mind and found that this place is a famous slum in Nottingham. Blacks, Indians, and descendants of various ethnic groups live here, and there are student apartments nearby. It is the most chaotic place in law and order. Although a few hundred meters from this area is Nottingham's most expensive upscale residential area.

Looking at the clothes on Wood, Twain suddenly felt a little soft. There are poor and wealthy people in any country, the famous business centre of United Kingdom, and the few industrial cities of Nottingham.

"Well, no matter what, I will send you back."Seeing that there was a taxi just off the front, Twain reached out and stopped. Sinton is on the east side of the city, and his home, Wilford Lane, is in the southwest of the city. God knows how this poor child came.

The car parked next to the two, Wood did not object, followed by the car. In the car, he did not speak, and the atmosphere was awkward. Twain decided to find something to say.

"George, why do you have to play?"

Earn money

Twain glanced at Wood, and the answer was in line with his identity.

"Then you can go to work…Wait, you should go to school now? How old are you?

Seventeen I don't want to go to school, I can't make money at school. And I have a job, but I make too little money. ”

What are you working as?

“The porter of the moving company.”

In the United Kingdom, the porter’s income for a moving company is £10 each time, which is not high and not too low. The job is very simple, that is, the customer's home is moved out and put on the truck, and then moved to the destination and then removed from the truck. This kind of work requires a physically strong person to do it. Twain squinted at Wood, this kid really has the money to do this work. It is not like a seventeen-year-old child to lick his muscles.

United Kingdom's legal minimum hourly wage is four pounds and fifty pence, and Wood's income can be more than doubled. Twain didn't understand why he still thought it was less money.

"What do you want so much money to do?"

Wood didn't answer this question, and the car suddenly became a little bit awkward.

Born under the umbrella of Red, Twain, who grew up in Hong Kong, received education from a young age. Seventeen-year-old children should be educated at school instead of going out to work. So he emphasized: "I think you should still go back to school."

"I hate school."Wood said coldly.

Twain found this kid as if he had been before, the stone inside the pit – stinking and hard. He couldn't communicate at all, he didn't say anything anymore, and turned to look out the window.

The world outside the window, the sun is shining, the blue sky is like a wash, the bustling streets, the lively shopping malls, the tourists are weaving. Twain can even see tourists from China on a taxi. Under the sunshine of the 21st century, can you imagine that there are places like slums?

But it is indeed true here, in this city. The scenery outside the window gradually changed, and from the outskirts of the most splendid residential area, Twain could also see the £1 million villa in the iron carved railing. It used to be a textile factory and warehouse in Nottingham, with a very nice name "lace market".

Such a place, even Twain, is a professional Club Manager that can't afford it. The place where Twain now lives is the most common residential area in Nottingham. The place where ordinary people and working class live is no different from the ordinary residential area of China except for the second-floor small building.

United Kingdom has poor people, but in a high-welfare society, their lives are not too sad. It’s also very leisurely to save money. The town of Sinton where George Wood's home is located is not a poor neighborhood, saying that "extreme poverty" is about the same. In the United Kingdom, wherever colored people and illegal immigrants gather, no exception is the “slum area”. Now Manchester has the largest slum in Europe. It is better for the poor to be poorer than the colored poor because it involves racial discrimination.

George Wood is a mixed-race, also a colored person. It is not surprising that he lives in a place like Sninton.

In Nottingham, the slums are not only poor, but also mean “chaos”. Security is the biggest headache for the local police station in Nottingham. You can see the shops selling publicly sold firearms and ammunition on the street. A group of people roaming around the streets, looking at each person passing by, robbing, stealing, drugs, prostitutes, violence…It is the business card of this place. They are the gray areas of the city, and are the restricted areas where many people want to hide farther and farther.

The gorgeous upscale residential area has passed and the taxis are obviously bumpy. The splendid buildings outside the window were also missing, and replaced by the dilapidated The Reds brick house, the smashed wooden window frame, and the mottled wall. As the car went deeper, more dilapidated houses were getting more and more, and the dangerous people who wandered around were getting more.

The niece who dressed herself with cheap jewellery and powdered powder, but could not conceal the tired crow's feet, leaned against the door and smoked. Wearing a black jacket, the thick arms of the man with a vulgar tattoo and a poor expression (or a boy?). Bowing down the road, the passers-by are rushing. Three or five groups, chasing the children who are playing. A piece of asphalt is covered, and the patch is like a narrow road with unevenness. The colorful plastic bags and newspapers discarded everywhere were swept by the wind and flew over the top of the people's heads. The people here live like these colorful rubbish, and when they are blown up by the wind, they numbly follow the fluttering, and finally fall into a stinking ditch, forgotten, no one mourns.

Twain is looking at the world outside the car, and people in that world are staring at him with no good intentions. It looks like they are seeing a pile of pounded pounds or buttered bread.

Wood directed the driver to park the car in front of a red brick house and Twain paid the car. The driver quickly drove off the car. Just after stopping, there are already a few children who are constantly taking pictures of his car. He was afraid that if he stayed for a while, what would happen?

For Twain, he also followed himself, and Wood was surprised. "I thought you would go straight by car. ”

"I thought so. practicallyI used to get off when the car stopped. ”Twain is hiding from the dirty hands of the children. They are looking for their own money.

Mr. Give one pound, one pound! ”It is estimated that only five or six-year-old children shouted in a snot.

It wasn't Twain who had no sympathy and gave him a penny of cash in his wallet. He now has about fifty pounds of change, which is his toll. Given these children, what should I do?

Just as he was in trouble, Wood waved his fist at the group of children: "Roll!"

The children made a grimace to him, cocked his middle finger, and then dispersed.

To be honest, Twain didn't expect Wood, who was in the slums, to be so unfriendly to the children. "You are really unfriendly. ”

"They are not friendly to me."I found Twain standing around the street and Wood stopped. "Nothing looks good. This is where I live." Must let you open your eyes? ”

Twain looked back at the youngster and grinned. "It's okay. Can you take me to your home to sit? ”

Wood nodded and pulled out the key to open the door.

This is a two-story brick house. The entrance is a narrow corridor and stairs, and Wood goes straight up. Twain also said at the door: "Excuse me."

"The first floor is another family, my home is on the second floor."Wood looked back at Twain strangely. "The family came back very late."

Twain licked his nose and walked upstairs with Wood.

When I heard the footsteps, a woman’s voice sounded: “George?”

"I am back, Mom."

Twain whispered in the back: "What about your father?"

He died.Wood head walking in front does not return.

UhWe are sorry

“Is there a guest?”Twain heard a woman ask.

"A football coach."

Q&A, Twain They have already reached the door of a room on the second floor, which seems to be a restaurant. A brunette woman sitting at the table and cutting potatoes. The curtains were closed and there was no light. The room was a little dim. Twain felt that the woman was the only flash in the room…Because it is very beautiful. To be honest, when I saw the face of George Wood, he did not expect that the mother of this child would be so beautiful, so young, how hard it is for such a weak woman to raise a child in this chaotic place, raising her children alone? He has some sympathy for this woman to come.

Petite, pale, seems to be sick. But this has brought out a pathological beauty. And this woman looks like a mixed-race. How do you describe it all…Twain has been devastated since entering the slums, and the world seems to be dominated by gray until the woman is seen. She is the only light source in this simple room, the only color in the world…

Godfather Of Champions

Volume One Sleeping Forest Chapter 12 George Wood Family (on)

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