Godfather Of Champio Chapter 48: George's Fans Part 2

Chapter 48: George's Fans Part 2

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On the way back, Tang En chose to go through the fans' area, because that was the only way he could pass by the second court. He was still worried about Wood and decided to check out how this kid was doing.

It turned out that when Tang En arrived at the second training field, he saw a small child clinging to the wire mesh, looking at the field with his full attention. He was so focused that he did not even notice Tang En and Morgan approaching, until he realized that the sky suddenly turned dark.

He raised his head and looked up in bewilderment. The skies were blue and the clouds were white. The weather was still great.

Tang En was amused by this cute child, but he purposely made a stern face and spoke in a deep, gruff voice. "Hey, kid! Who let you in? Do you know that this is a restricted area? For trespassing, I'll let the security arrest you!"

Who would have thought that the small child would be pletely unfazed? He didn't even look at Tang En and continued staring at the training field. He also replied in a deep voice, "Manager Tony Twain, do you intend to make the headlines in The Sun for threatening a small child?"

Morgan, who was standing behind the two of them, could no longer hold it in and burst out in a laughter. In fact, his laughter grew louder by the second. Tang En turned around and looked at this person. His previous impression of this black man made him assume that Morgan did not know how to laugh at all. Seeing that Tony Twain was looking at him, Morgan frantically covered his mouth. "Sorry, Sir."

Tang En curled his lips, indicating that he did not mind. After which, he turned his head around and continued to tease this child. "Erhem. Alright, boy. Tell me who your dad is. At this time, you should still be at school. Truancy is not good. I'll have your dad spank your butt back at home."

The small child did not seem to care at all. Morgan saw that this kid's expression was one of nonchalance. The little kid replied," Who are you trying to fool? I've ended school a long time ago!"

Tang En did not expect this child to be so smart, leaving him speechless. Right at that moment, a familiar male voice was heard. "I seem to have heard someone threatening my son. Is he tired of living?"

"What terrible luck! Michael, you actually have such a smart and cute son. I'm too shocked!" Tang En stood up and looked at the man in front of him. It was indeed the fan, Michael Bernard, who got into a fight with Tang En at the Forest Bar, an exemplary case of "no discord, no concord."

Bernard's hand was holding a can of coke. It was evident that he had just returned from getting his son a drink.

"Should I take it as a pliment for my son, or are you insulting me?"

"Either one is fine. It's up to you." Tang En blinked his eyes. "You brought your son here?"

Bernard nodded his head, before handing over the coke to his son. "I picked him up from school, and he said that he wanted to e here and take a look, so I brought him here."

"But the rest of the youth team is training at the first training field." Tang En thought that it was weird, as young kids tended to like those famous football stars instead. ing here instead of going to the first team. On top of that, he was not looking at the first training field. What exactly was he looking at?

Bernard pointed at the training field. "Two weeks ago, my son declared during dinner that he had bee this person's fan."

Tang En looked in the direction that Bernard's hand was pointing. George Wood was doing some header practice in the empty training field. Wood specifically had a manager to acmodate him. The manager threw the ball to Wood, and Wood jumped up to head the ball back. After looking at it for around half a minute, he was merely doing the same old repetitions of the same action, which was very dull and dry.

It seems like David also regards this kid highly, to actually get a manager to train him personally... Tang En touched his chin. I was almost fooled by that guy.

However, Tang En still did not understand why a small child like this would bee Wood's fan. He did not have beautiful techniques, nor did he have any fame. In fact, he did not even participate in matches very often, and was repetitively practicing the fundamentals, which the audience would find boring, daily. Therefore, Tang En asked, "What do you like about him?"

"He is very strong!" The small child revealed his own arm and gestured with it.

Strong? Tang En turned his head and shot a look at Morgan. After which, he said to the small child. "This guy over here is also very strong."

The small child raised his head and looked at Morgan. Morgan bent over slightly, intending to leave a good impression on the small child. Unexpectedly, the brat pouted and said, "But he's not handsome enough."

This time, it was Tang En's turn to burst into laughter. The tank man's gloomy face was really too funny.

Paying no heed to Tang En who was almost rolling on the ground in laughter, the brat continued, "I've been observing him train for a very long time, ing here daily after school. Then, I found that he," The brat pointed at Wood and said, "is always doing the same thing. At the start, I found it to be very boring and not fun at all. Then, I thought I would see if he would also find it boring and stop training. So, I secretly made a bet in my heart with him, and I bet that he would definitely give up. And I e here to look every day. Later I discovered that he was like a robot, never getting tired, never resting, even that person… " He pointed at that coaching staff. "Even if that person went to take a break, and he was still training. I deeply respect him, because he defeated me! I've decided to bee his fan!"

After hearing the small child's words, Tang En looked at Bernard and said, "Michael, you have a genius son. He is very impressive. This is not out of politeness. I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

Bernard nodded his head. "Is there even a need for you to state the obvious? My son's the best!" Although his tone was tough, his gaze toward his son was filled with love and pride.

Who would have known that the fan who was always shouting, and even had a fight with him, would have such a tender side to him? It was an eye-opener for Tang En. He then turned to look in the direction of the training field, observing Wood, who was still doing his header practice. Tang En had been thoroughly touched by this kid.

Perhaps because he had really heard Tang En's words in City Ground's changing room, he decided to plunge himself in training now, threating 24 hours as 72. It was true that he did not know football. It was true that he was a newbie that had only been in contact with football for three months. It was true that his family was poor and had no means of providing better living conditions for him. It was true that he shouldered a burden that peers of the same age would be unable to shoulder. But he did not play tricks and treated this "job" seriously. He trained hard and dedicated effort and sweat that was too difficult for others to imagine. He believed Tang En's reputation was "guaranteed by the banks