103 Walker’s Farewell Part 1 (2/2)

Storey-Moore saw a young man headed toward him, with his hand extended and a face full of smiles. Was it an intention to shake hands? Storey-Moore also extended his hand.

”Mr. Storey-Moore, pleased to meet you. I am Tony Twain, the supervisor of the youth team,” Twain introduced himself.

Moore nodded his head and said slowly, ”I've heard of you, Mr. Twain.”

Storey-Moore, who was 58 years old, had a head full of white hair. The crevices on his face intersected, and the pair of eyes that had discovered countless youth talents were buried deep within his eye sockets. In the dusk, they appeared to be not very clear, but Tang En was still able to see a glimmer of light flash past amidst the darkness.

”Can I help you?” Moore asked slowly.

Tang En smiled. ”It's like this, I would like to engage Mr. Moore's help with finding someone.”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Moore shook his head and refused his request. ”Really sorry, Mr. Twain. I've already decided to retire.”

”What?” Tang En thought that his ears were playing tricks on him.

Walker walked up from the side and sighed. ”Mr. Moore came to find me to talk about this matter. I wanted to persuade him to change his mind, but from the looks of it, it seems fairly impossible.” Walker shrugged his shoulders with resignation.

”But…” Tang En looked at Storey-Moore from head to toe and said, ”But your body still appears to be in a great shape and can even rival those professional players!”

Moore smiled and said, ”Thank you Mr. Twain for your compliment. If you are referring to those players over there,” he pointed in the far direction at the group of Nottingham Forest players who had just exited the changing room and was walking toward the car park and said, ”I think I am even better at running than them. But this part of me,” he pointed toward his heart and continued, ”is tired.”

Tang En understood. It was yet another person that had been knocked down by Nottingham Forest's consecutive disastrous results and the bleak future of the team. Faced with an old man like this who had dedicated 30 years of his life to the club, what more could Tang En ask for? Could he say, ”Don't worry, Mr. Moore. I will soon become the master of this place. When that time comes, Nottingham Forest will have a bright future”?

He could not, because even he himself did not know what would happen in the future. No, perhaps it should be said that even though he knew the fates of a few people and the occurrences of certain events over the next few years, he did not know his own fate in the future, not even his fate for the next day.

”Did Mr. Chairman agree to it?” Tang En did not want such an experienced veteran scout to leave just like this. He wanted to personally persuade him to stay.

Moore nodded his head. ”Yes, he has agreed to my retirement.”

What is that b*stard Doughty doing! This kind of person is the wealth of the club and should be held on to firmly. How could he let him go? Tang En scolded in his heart. Afterwards, he raised his head and looked at Moore, unwilling to give up just like that.

”Mr. Moore, although you've already decided to retire, can I ask for a personal favor from you to find a person?”

Moore looked at Tang En before replying, ”A person that can make Mr. Twain so persistent… I would also like to meet him.”

This is considered a yes, right? Tang En smiled. He whipped out a piece of paper that contained the name of the person he wanted to find, and passed it to Storey-Moore.

”Eastwood?” Moore read out the name written on it. ”Only this? Nothing else? Is this a surname or a name?”

”It's a surname… Erm, I don't quite remember his name anymore.” Tang En was not lying. He had only remembered this person's surname as it could be easily translated into Chinese: 东木头—Eastwood. As for his name, he really could not recall.

”Mr. Twain, there are more than 10,000 people in the whole of England whose surname is Eastwood—men, women, adults, children, old people… even your hometown is called Eastwood.” Moore shook his head. Searching for this person was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack, and he was slightly inclined to refuse this request already.

Tang En quickly added, ”I still have some other information regarding him. I believe it will prove useful to you, Mr. Moore. He used to be a player of Westham United's youth team, and should have still been there until the last season. I've tried searching him up on the internet, but Westham currently doesn't have such a person. I don't know where he went.”

Tang En knew this person even before he time-travelled. However, that was only because of a coincidence, and he had not heard of him before that. When Tang En searched Gareth Bale's football videos on Youtube, he found a video compilation of several young players with a lot of potential called ”Best Young Players Outside the Premiership.” This person was one of the players in the video. After that, Tang En specifically went to look for his stats in FM07. What he found shocked him, and was completely beyond his expectations. That kid was very, very outstanding, and the few crucial statistics for the striker were all above seventeen. The maximum points for any statistic in the game was only 20!