Chapter 906: The Two Buddies’ Troubles

Evan Doughty would definitely begin to miss the days when Tony Twain was still around from now on.

Because he realized that facing the media all the time was not an enjoyable thing.

When his car drove to the gate of the Wilford training base, a large group of reporters completely blocked the area, and his car could not move at all. Just like what happened last night, a large group of reporters pounced when they saw the dark red Audi A6, as if they were sharks which got a whiff of blood. Those bright white flashes were like the sharks’ giant teeth, which radiated cold light in the early morning sun.

They asked the same questions as yesterday, but they were even more aggressive. Evan believed that if he could not give them a reply, he would not be able to enter the gate of Wilford.

He opened the car window and the microphones immediately slithered in like snakes.

If he had just put his face in front of the car window, he would have been poked in the face by these stick-like objects….

“There will be a press conference in the afternoon, gentlemen. If you have any questions, please save them till then!” Evan raised his voice and shouted with none of the club chairman’s bluster. He was completely overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty paparazzi.

“And can we ask any questions?” A reporter inquired.

In order to get rid of these people, Evan Doughty had to nod and agree,, “Any question is fine!”

“Well, how about Tony Twain’s open letter… Can I ask about that?” The reporter did not want to let go of such an opportunity.

Evan Doughty did not answer the question. He pushed the microphones out and then closed the car window.

The Audi made a grueling drive through the crowd, inching forward bit by bit. The dissatisfied reporters were still filming around the car. People even hit the car windows and doors and shouted, hoping to get the people inside to come out and answer questions.

Security guards from the entire Wilford training base gathered here to escort their boss. Even so, he still appeared hassled under the impact of the reporters.

When Evan finally arrived at his office after much difficulty, Allan Adams was already waiting for him inside.

“Those reporters are really crazy!” Evan complained bitterly. A reporter appeared near his home last night. It seemed unlikely that he would have a peaceful day.

“You have to be thankful that they’re just reporters, and not crazy football fans. Or else you’re going to be flipped over with the car.” Allan said with a laugh.

Speaking of the football fans, Evan became wary and asked, “What?”

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“Protesting fans have already appeared outside the training base. They’re holding a banner. The words on it are … all curses at you, Evan.” Allan gave him the latest update. In fact, he came to him this time for this matter.

Evan was taken aback for a moment. It had finally happened. And there would be more violent storms in the future.

“The fans need to be appeased.” Allan said.

“How to appease them?”

“We need to find a new manager as soon as possible, get the team back to normal, and let the fans turn their attention to the transfer market … Then hurry up to buy a superstar player with enough weight.” This was Allan’s plan.

“Here’s the problem, Allan. Do you have a candidate for the new manager in mind?”

Allan was stumped by his question. At this time, there were too few good managers left on the market and they were not interested in the managers who were not good enough. The goal that the club set for the team was to continue to reach next season’s Champions League and at least guarantee one championship title. They could not casually find a manager and be expected to fulfill such a demand.

Both men did not make a sound and the office fell into an awkward silence.

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The Nottingham Forest players were training on the training ground under Kerslake’s guidance, but they all appeared to be preoccupied. Everyone’s eyes would unknowingly glance outside.

A large number of fans gathered there, but they did not come here today to watch the team train and then look for the opportunity to ask some of their favorite players to sign autographs. They hung the banners which they brought on the wire fence, in which the following words were written:

“Who’s the culprit who made the team a joke? Evan Doughty!”

“Evan Doughty needs to go! Give us back Tony Twain!”

“The perpetrator must be punished. Evan Doughty must step down!”

“We have a right to know the truth about Tony’s departure!”

“Die, Evan Doughty, die!”

There were no less than ten such banners, densely packed as they hung on the wire fence. They fluttered in the wind and were attention-grabbing.

If the reporters could come in, they would be filming and snapping away in a frenzy around the area.

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