78 The New Manager Part 1 (1/2)
Chapter 78: The New Manager Part 1
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Twain stood outside the gates of the Wilford training base. Ian MacDonald noticed that he had stood outside for several minutes, but had not come in.
”Tony?”
Twain turned to look at the old guard. ”Evan's not here yet?”
MacDonald shrugged and shook his head. ”It is only eight o'clock, he won't be here this early. He's been coming in at nine o'clock for the past week or so.”
Twain nodded and walked towards the guard's room. ”Do you mind if I sit here a while?”
MacDonald opened the door. ”No, I don't mind at all. Sometimes it's pretty boring to sit here alone. It will be nice to have someone to accompany me and chat with.”
Twain stood at the door and looked at the small guard room with a chair, a table, several spread-open newspapers, an antique-looking radio, a water glass, and a kettle. The room could not sit two people at all; there weren't even enough chairs.
He simply leaned against the door frame.
MacDonald looked at Twain. ”Tony, you know about... the matter?”
”Which matter?” Twain was a little distracted. He leaned against the door frame, but his gaze was on the small white building inside the gate.
MacDonald glanced back at the newspaper that was on the table. It was no wonder Twain had responded this way.
Ex-Forest manager was suspected of kidnapping an underage girl!
Manager Tony Twain was going to face charges!
Collymore talks about the new season: I'm back to lead the Forest team out of this quagmire!
Polls: 46% of the Forest team fans support Collymore coaching the team, 42% are against and 2% do not care.
Both of those major events were headaches for Twain.
Just as MacDonald was hesitating whether to repeat his question, Twain spoke first instead. ”Ian, do you like Collymore?”
MacDonald did not expect this question, and did not know how to answer. Twain could clearly see that he was in a predicament. So, he gave him a smile and said, ”It's okay, Ian, tell me what you really think.”
”Umm… How I should say it? I think most of Forest's fans will love that guy, even though his behavior outside of the field was embarrassing… It's complicated.” MacDonald had finally given his opinion of Collymore. ”We have complicated feelings about that guy.”
”Love and hate?” Twain asked.
MacDonald nodded. ”Yes, we miss the glory days when he played for the Forest team, but at the same time we don't like the scandals he made outside the field.”
”Well, in that case, do you think he can lead the Forest team back to the Premier League?”
MacDonald pondered Twain's question for a long time. Looking at the old guard's awkwardness, Twain knew he did not need an answer.
He picked up the newspaper on the table and looked at the three poll figures. As if talking to himself, he said, ”Well, I'm happy that at least 42% of people support me. Bye, Ian.”
Twain went through the gate and walked to his office—If it still belonged to him.
When he heard Twain's tone, MacDonald suddenly felt a trace of unease. ”Tony! You will stay on for the Forest team, won't you?”
Twain looked back at the white-haired old guard and smiled. ”Maybe. No one can predict the future, Ian. You know me… the man who never makes plans for the future. So…”
MacDonald nodded. ”I understand. Good luck, Tony.”
”Thank you. And good luck to you too, Ian.”
After leaving MacDonald, Twain turned and continued ahead. Just then, he heard the roar of the engine coming from behind, and the clatter of iron gate opening. Without turning his head, he knew who was coming.