834 Behind a Successful Man (2/2)

Shania continued laughing as she shook her head.

”The eggs are burnt, right?” Twain asked.

”Mm, burnt,” Shania replied as she glanced at the dustbin by her feet. The pitch-black fried egg was quietly lying there and she started to laugh even more.

”Let me do it,” Twain said as he prepared to do it himself. Shania stopped him.

”Let me do it Uncle Tony. But this time, you must behave yourself,” she said.

Twain shrugged innocently and said, ”I was only hugging you.”

Shania gave a stern look and pointed at the dining table saying, ”Now, sit and prepare to eat!”

Twain sat in front of the table like a good boy with a knife in one hand, a fork in another as he waited for his meal.

Only then did Shania smile and turn back to continue making her fried egg.

Both of them enjoyed a night like this.

With Shania back in England taking care of Twain, when he went to the training grounds the next day, Twain had a smile on his face and greeted every reporter that he met. Everyone felt that something was strange. The team was going to visit the Emirates Stadium soon. Was he putting on a show to show Arsenal that he was full of confidence?

Or maybe he really had a way to ensure victory?

The reporters would probably puke blood if they knew the truth.

Pierce Brosnan understood Twain the most after all. He specially researched the love story between Twain and Shania when he was writing Twain's biography, that was why he knew the reason. He asked Twain when he greeted him, ”Your wife's back?”

Twain nodded and took his leave with a smile.

Pierce Brosnan stroked his chin and thought for a while. The people around him asked him what was he thinking of, and he replied, ”I'm thinking that the element of uncertainty for Forest has been solved, Arsenal might need to take care at their home ground…”

The people around him could not understand what he was saying. Brosnan did not explain either, they would know during the weekends anyway.

The next day, an entertainment magazine from London, England, took a picture of Shania shopping outside. Shania was dressed rather normally in the picture, without the model's disposition on the runway at all, and her clothes were not very fashionable either.

The editor of the magazine even mocked her saying,”…Shania was dressed like an old lady from the countryside. This would have displeased the various fashion sponsors she has as it was as if she was dressed in cheap clothes bought from the market in public. Those fans who loves her would be very disappointed to see these pictures. The superstar in their eyes did not have any branded clothes in her hands, instead, she had bread, cheese and egg. She's just like a housewife…”

In the pictures, other than a pair of sunglasses, Shania did not try to hide her identity at all. And it seemed like she did not know she was targeted by paparazzi. She drove to the supermarket and came out with bags full of food and necessities. Later, she called someone and the magazine editor gave her the lines, ”Tony, what do you want for dinner?”

They were actually quite accurate. Shania was indeed giving Twain and call and she did ask this question indeed… Twain was thinking about the Arsenal match then and was a little absent-hearted in his reply, ”Don't burn the eggs again.” This made him apologize to Shania for a very long time before he could eat dinner.

As everyone can see, Tony Twain did not have many friends in the media, and as his wife, it was natural that she would be mocked by others.

Later, when Twain brought the team to north London and prepared for the match with Arsenal, he found a few reporters for entertainment papers in the crowd.

The questions posed to him were naturally related to Shania. Twain felt weird that the media would suddenly ask about Shania.

”This has nothing to do with this match, right?” Twain said. He was unwilling to answer personal questions during work.

”Will she come watch the match?” A reporter asked a question which he thought was relevant to the match.

”Is it any business of yours whether she comes?” Twain said with an unfriendly expression, unwilling to cooperate.

In fact, Shania would come watch the match. Ever since Twain had a heart ailment, Shania would come watch the match whenever she had the chance. That way, she could be closer to Tony and had a better sense of security.

Wenger had to cool the situation down, ”Please do not ask any questions that are not related to the match, we have limited time.” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Without asking these gossip questions, they could only ask some very boring questions. For example, ”How confident are you of beating Nottingham Forest at home?”, ”Would Van Persie's injury be a great blow to the team?”, ”Would two away games in a row make you feel that the match is difficult?”, ”Is there really no issues with the team's physicality?”

There was no conflict during this press conference. Twain behaved properly.

The media left unhappily.

After the end of the press conference, Twain specially thanked Wenger for helping him out earlier.

The cordial atmosphere between the two made it difficult to tell that they were going to be engaged in a battle to the death here soon.

Wenger smiled and said, ”I don't want them to anger you. Who knows what you'll do when you're angry.” He put out his hand, ”I hope you'll be in the mood for a drink after the match.”

Twain took his hand and said, ”I don't drink, Arsene.”

”Juice would do too, as long as you are in the mood.”

”Why not?”

After saying goodbye to Wenger, Twain received a call from Brosnan. The mysterious tone that the reporter used on the phone made Twain think that he was very annoying.

”Hey, Tony. Um… Is Jordana's return beneficial to your final sprint?” He asked.

”Is this an interview?”

”Oh no, this is definitely not an interview, nor would it be publicly posted. I'm just a little bit curious…”

”Since when did you become so interested in gossip, just like those entertainment reporters, Mister 007?”

”He he…” Brosnan could only give a wry laughter.

Twain sighed, it was not a big secret anyway, ”Yes, are you happy now Mister 007?”

”Ah…Thank you! I understand now!” Brosnan hung up excitedly.

Twain shrugged as he looked at his phone.

Even though Shania was not technically a ”good wife”, he still needed his wife to give him a push at the back during the sprint…

At home, Shania always liked to lie down in his arms, but during the sprint to become champions, he felt a gentle but firm person behind him. As long as that person was there, he felt like the road filled with thorns was flat and smooth and there was good weather ahead.