Although it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, the world outside the car window was gloomy as if it was dark, and the oncoming headlights were still dazzling. The dense raindrops hit the window glass and made continuous crackling sounds. After the wiper stopped for a while, they had to start cleaning the front windows that would affect the driver's sight.

"That's why I hate this country," Evan Doggetty said to Tony Donn, who was sitting in the passenger seat while driving.

"What?" Tang En didn't understand.

"Fried fish, chips, tea, ghostly weather and rotten food in the UK." Evan smiled, his tone full of disdain, "In winter, Britain is like a cardigan brought out from a drum washing machine, not dry."

When he got in the car, he found that the person driving for him was Evan Dogerty, the son of the Chairman. Tang En was a little flattered. However, the contact along the way made him realize that this middle-aged man was actually the same as himself. Maybe he also had his own industry in the United States, but it was not very scary and would occasionally make harmless jokes. For example, the joke just now.

Don An laughed loudly, he thought the metaphor was very vivid and interesting.

"Mr. Doggetty..."

"Just call me Evan. My father is not here."

"Uh, Evan...I think you're interesting," said Don.

Evan shrugged very American, "I'm not the same as those old-fashioned British people."

"Aren't you British?"

"No, I'm an American. Do you want to see my passport?" Evan spoke in American English. Don't know what the so-called "London English" is because he has a backdrop of Chinese education. "But I am different from those native Americans. At least I can tell 'football' (in the UK, in the US, in the US, in the US) and 'soccer' (in the UK, in the US, in the US). I left Nottingham and went to Houston at the age of six. My aunt was there, and I like the sunny beaches of Houston." Don't know for the first time that Evan Dogerty was so good at talking, and he could hardly stop even if he opened his mouth.

"Palm trees, bikini, bright sunshine, white beaches... Well, you will never see such a place in the UK. What are the beaches in the UK? Dirty sludge, cold wind, big waves, strange rocks, and black households picking up shells there. So, I left here at the age of six, went to school there, started a family, and only came back on holidays, and I rarely went back to England in winter... That was a nightmare!"

Don Evan couldn't help laughing again: "Evan, I don't think you look like forty-five at all, you look like twenty-five."

"Thank you for your compliment. Actually, I was just suppressed because I stayed with my rigid father for a long time..."

Tang En deeply agreed with this, but he didn't say it out. He thought of Mr. Main Line calling him specifically to remind him to pay attention to the traditions of the locker room. The British were stubborn and conservative. No matter how they looked unique, they still paid attention to tradition in their bones, and this was even more so for the older generation of British.

They are very proud of their history, whether it is football or anything else. In fact, for Don En, this pride has long disappeared. Because he comes from a country with a history of 5,000 years. Whether there were British people five thousand years ago was still a question...

In comparison, because Americans who lack a long history are more pioneering than British people, Evan is indeed very consistent with the image of Americans.

Don Neng thought of a question: "Evan, you said you rarely come back in winter, why are you here this time?"

Evan glanced at Tang En, "Occasionally I will come back in winter..."

This is an obvious excuse. Don Eun does not believe that Mr. Chairman would be kind enough to let his son drive him. Let a son who grew up in the United States meet with a member of a professional football club in the United Kingdom not be to satisfy his son's curiosity. Since he was unwilling to say it, Don Eun stopped asking.

Tang En didn't speak and turned his head to look at the British countryside outside the window. It was a mess, but he was not interested in coming to save him. Now he has to think about how to deal with the guys from the FA.

Evan seemed to see Don Eun’s thoughts, and he shook his head gently and said, “Don’t worry, the club has hired a lawyer for you, and you can leave everything to him.”

"Thank you." Tang En expressed his gratitude politely, and the carriage returned to silence.

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The dark red Audi A6 drove rapidly on the M1 expressway, leaving all the British countryside and hills behind. Two hours after leaving Nottingham, Donn and his team arrived in London, the top ten international metropolis in the world.

Instead of driving the car directly to No. 25 SOHO Plaza, the location of the FA England, Evan opened to a cafe.

"Attorney Randy is waiting for us here."

Jack Randy is forty-six years old and is an unknown lawyer in a small London firm. He wears a pair of black-framed glasses, his hair is meticulously combed, and he is wearing a beige coat and a black briefcase. He sits upright in the cafe. When the employer walks in front of him, he gets up and welcomes him.

"Good morning, two gentlemen." Although they are just small lawyers in a small firm, they are still very stylish, and just a move to reach out makes them look superior. Lawyers are basically in the upper class abroad, and even more so in a conservative country in the UK. They still retain the habit of taking a wig when they appear in court.

Tang En disdains this. What's so awesome about a broken lawyer who has not made any name for himself? He has never had much contact with lawyers in China, but Randy's performance makes him have no good feelings for lawyers. He shook hands with the other party very perfunctorily.

Evan saw what Tangen was thinking and patted Tangen on the shoulder: "Okay, let's sit down and talk. I've given lawyer Randy a copy of all the materials about this matter."

Although Don Eun doesn't like the lawyer the club has found for him, he still has to admit that Randy's professional attitude and professional ethics are very good.

Randy took out a stack of materials from her briefcase and placed it on the table. "Mr. Done, please be honest. The last sentence of your words at the entrance of the Royal Hospital of Nottingham on January 5 is very unwise."

Tang En himself didn't remember: "Which sentence?"

Randy looked up at Donn: "You said 'Some people want the super team to advance, not us who have no money or power'."

Tang En nodded vigorously, and he remembered that he had indeed said. "What's wrong?"

Randy simply pushed the information aside, then looked at Don En very seriously and said: "If Don En, you only talk about the suspicion and accusation of the referee before, it is just a normal complaint after a head coach's loss. But if you add that sentence at the end, it becomes a doubt about the transparency and professional character of the FA. For the FA, this is the point that annoys them the most, and it is also a sentence that makes the whole thing tricky."

Tang En shrugged: "If it's not difficult, why should we invite you, Mr. Lawyer?"

Randy was stunned for a moment, and then found that Tang En was right. If the other party could solve it himself, would he still need him? You must know that this job is not easy to get. Not everyone will call a lawyer when attending the FA hearing.

He coughed, pretended to take a sip of coffee, and relieved the nervous atmosphere a little. Evan didn't speak next to him, but watched the two people quietly.

This pause can allow both parties to reopen the topic without continuing to get entangled in the previous uncomfortable topic.

"Well, Mr. Done. I believe the FA will ask you to explain that at the hearing, and if you don't want to get a more severe punishment, you have to convince them that you are not targeting the FA."

"I have never targeted them in heaven and earth."

"You have no use to say to me here. You want to make the FA believe it. The problem is here, and it is not easy to make them believe it. Let me tell you some background information: The declaration of the CEO of the FA, Mark Palios, to take office, is to crack down on scandals and abnormal phenomena in English football. And Mr. Don, your words just gave the public a signal: the FA is not as clean as they advertised." Randy saw that Don seemed to be trying to defend himself, and he reached out to stop him, "Leave your words to the FA. Whether you have that meaning or not, after the media exaggeration, everyone believes that you mean that."

Tang En finally realized the power of the English media. He scratched his head with both hands and muttered in a low voice: "That bunch of bastard media!" A few days ago, he was complacent about becoming a media figure.

Seeing him like this, Randy shrugged: "Did you know until now? But your identity is good and bad for handling this matter."

"What is my identity?"

Randy glanced at Evan and said to Don: "Nottingham Forest is no longer the forest team in the late 1970s and early 1980s. You have no influence in football. As the acting head coach of the Forest team, you are a little slight."

Don and Evan nodded at the same time. They actually don’t have much affection for the Forests, so they don’t think there is anything wrong with Randy saying this. That’s the case.

"What then?" Tang En asked.

"If you are so mean, you can make the FA not take you seriously and take it lightly. You can also let the FA take the opportunity to severely punish you and give Palios a chance to establish his authority."

Don Edward understood. If he was a person like Sir Ferguson, the FA would probably have to take into account the influence of Manchester United club's English football and let the punishment be left unresolved. At the same time, even a big-name coach like Mourinho has repeatedly made the FA the target of establishing his authority. There are both pros and cons.

Randy said this, and Tang En knew in his heart what he should do today.
Chapter completed!