97 The Idiot Collymore Part 1 (1/2)
Chapter 97: The Idiot Collymore Part 1
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The referee finally blew the end of the match whistle. The Arsenal players were mostly slumped in the mud, and the Forest players hugged to celebrate their hard-won victory. They had defeated the favorite Arsenal youth team and advanced into the fourth round of the FA Youth Cup!
Fàbregas, who had lost, leaned forward and stood in the rain. He put both his hands on his knees and was panting heavily. The final 25 minutes of the second half were much more tiring than the entire 65 minutes before. There were fatigue and failure, and these were served up to him by that Number 55.
He looked up at Number 55, who was surrounded by his teammates, and was at a complete loss. He was a rookie!
I was actually rendered useless by a rookie for more than 20 minutes! I will never forget this humiliation! Someday, I'll get you back! If we have a chance for another match…
He suddenly straightened himself up and walked off the field with his head held high. He did not give another glance again to the Forest players and that Number 55, who were wildly celebrating their victory on the field.
Despite losing the match, Brady was still gracious. He took the initiative to shake hands with Twain, and Wenger was at his side.
”As I had said before the game, this was indeed a good match.” Having lost the match, Brady appeared to be convinced.
Tang En was in a good mood, and his words were not harsh. ”You were excellent, too. You just had a little bit of bad luck.”
Brady did not say anything else to him. He just smiled and walked away. Wenger, who was holding an umbrella, did not follow suit. Instead, he stood before Twain.
Tang En knew that this Frenchman had something to say, but he would not ask first. It would make him look too anxious. He was the winner, so he must maintain a certain reserve.
As a result, Wenger stood in front of Twain with an umbrella, and Tang En stood in the rain in front of Wenger. The two men did not open their mouths to speak. Finally, unable to bear being drenched any longer, Tang En changed his mind and gave in. ”Mr. Wenger, may I ask what you want to see me about? If there's nothing, then I have to head back and change my clothes.”
Then Wenger gave a triumphant smile. ”Mr. Tony Twain, I have come to congratulate you. You did a great job, and your team deserved to win the match.” Le Professeur's gentlemanly praise of Twain made him looked more like a victor.
Compared to this authentic gentleman, Tang En appeared somewhat uncouth. Yes, in front of this Frenchman, who did not even have a drop of mud stain on his trousers, the rain-drenched Twain looked like a country bumpkin.
”Ah, thank you, Mr. Wenger. Is that all?” Tang En suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that there was another man at Sophia's side. And that person, wearing a purple suit with a pink shirt collar poking from underneath, was definitely not Wood. He was standing in front of Sophia and seemed to be saying something. Because it was sheltered by the umbrella, Tang En could not see Sophia's expression and reaction. But he was a little worried. He wanted to end this conversation with Wenger as soon as possible and hurry over to take a look.
”Oh, it's like this. I want to ask about that number 55...”
Tang En had already guessed what Wenger meant even though he had not finished his words. When this lethal-eyed Frenchman asked about a young player, it was because, nine times out of ten, that player had caught his eye. So, he shook his head. ”I'm sorry, Mr. Wenger. Wood is not for sale. I will never sell him to anyone.”
Looking at Twain's decisive and firm attitude, Wenger nodded. ”I understand. In that case, goodbye, Mr. Twain. I hope the next time we meet and chat, it will not be in such a place.”
”Of course. I hope so, too.” Tang En knew what Wenger meant, and he wanted to say, ”I'm sorry, Mr. Wenger. I think there's something I need to deal with now.” He had already seen Wood run to his mother out of the corner of his eye. Regardless of who was next to Sophia, or what he was doing, he was going to be out of luck! He had to stop him before Wood caused any trouble.
”Very well, good luck to you, Mr. Twain.” Wenger had not finished speaking before Twain turned and ran off, moving as if he were a professional footballer.
”What an interesting man.” Wenger shook his head and turned to leave the place.
Sophia, who was holding the umbrella on the sidelines, saw Wood surrounded by his excited teammates. She was pleased with her son's performance and acceptance by the team and felt warmed by Mr. Twain's meticulous care.
To come watch her son's game, Sophia specially put on makeup and dressed up before she went out. She looked 10 years younger with her raven black hair put up with a white hairpin on top of her head, her white turtleneck sweater with blue floral print over jeans, and a lovely little bag in her right hand. Standing in the rain with the umbrella, Sophia looked like a flower moistened by raindrops, gently swaying in the wind and rain.
Collymore stood behind Sophia and was completely captivated by this quiet woman. He even forgot his purpose in his coming there. The shouts of the men around him were clear and audible, making him feel even more that in this noisy and cold world, what a wonderful thing it was to have a delicate flower suddenly appear.
The only pity was that the large black umbrella in the woman's hands did not match her appearance. Such a lovely woman should be carrying a delicate red floral umbrella, looking slender and elegant in the drizzle. Well, of course, today's rain was a little too much.