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Hi! Just based on his voice, Woox seemed to be in a good mood.

Mr. Woox. Twains mood was not as good, and he felt worse especially after hearing such an upbeat voice.

Ah, Mr. Tony Twain. Is there anything I can do for you?

Twain could make out other voices in the background. He listened carefully and asked, Well, Mr. Woox, youre not in England now, are you?

Thats right, Im in Spain. More accurately speaking, Im on the beach in Barcelona, Spain. Its the start of the rainy season in England now, and I hate that kind of weather.

Twain cleared his throat and decided to cut to the chase. Mr. Woox, I read in the papers that you recently accepted an interview with The Sun?

Yes, a phone Interview.

Well, the thing is, I would like to know your thoughts, Mr. Woox, Twain said.

It sounds like you want me to explain that interview. I didnt lie. After your game with Real Madrid ended, I accidentally bumped into the Real Madrid president, Mr. Florentino Perez.

Twain sneered. That accidentally was questionable.

He is very interested in George. Everyone is criticizing Real Madrid for their lack of a good defensive midfielder. After seeing Georges success in England, he communicated his idea to me. He wanted to know if George would like to join Real Madrid.

Twain did not interrupt. He just listened quietly to the story.

I didnt answer him yes or no. I just told him that I would convey his message. Its that simple.

Wood had been somewhat quiet during training recently. Twain suddenly wondered if it were somehow related to this. If Woox had told the truth If Real Madrid wanted Wood, would he be able to hold them back? He was worried that Wood would let his imagination run wild after that substitution. He suddenly regretted it. Would it be better if he had looked for Wood to have a chat sooner? A lot of misunderstandings were caused by poor communication.

In that case, did you convey Florentinos intentions to him?

Not yet.

When Twain heard that, he did not know what to say. Was this how an agent should act?

He rolled his eyes. So are you going to tell him?

Well, of course. But I know what youre thinking, Mr. Twain. Youre worried about George leaving the Forest team, arent you?

Twain just gave a grunt. He did not answer.

Woox laughed on the other end of the line. Mr. Twain, if you want to know whether Wood will leave the Forest team, why not call him directly? Do you need me to give you his cell phone number?

No, thank you. I have it!

Twain abruptly hung up the phone. Thats right, why should I call this annoying agent first? He had used to talk directly to Wood. How had he made a habit of contacting the agent first?

Shaking his head, Twain dialed Woods cell phone number.

Wood, who came home at noon to accompany his mother for lunch, received a call from Twain. He glanced at his mother sitting opposite him and then got up to walk out of the restaurant.

George! How have you been lately? Twain started making small talk immediately.

Whats the matter, chief?

Twain had a bad feeling when he heard Woods chilly tone.

Um, its this I heard a rumor that Real Madrid was interested in you. Did your agent, Woox, tell you?

No, he didnt.

It seems Woox didnt lie, Twain thought.

Well, ifI mean if hypothetically if Real Madrid really had interest in you, would you like to go?

Wood kept quiet on the other end for a while. The Real Madrid that we just defeated?

Yes, that Real Madrid. Do you want to go?

Wood looked over to his mother eating in the restaurant and then shook his head, I dont want to.

Twain should have been happy, but he cocked his head. Is it because of your mother?

Wood wordlessly agreed.

Lets put the matter of your mother aside. Do you want to go?

His answer was still the same. No, I dont want to go.

Oh. Can you tell me why?

No particular reason. Im just not interested.

This kid, does he not even have a professional players awareness?

But Twain felt relieved.

He intended to clearly explain the substitution to Wood. Who knew if he would still have any ideas in his head? Communication was key.

Um, George. Theres still one more thing During the game with Real Madrid, you were replaced Oh, yes, what do you think of Zidane?

Wood frowned. He was reluctant to recall that nights failure. However, the scenes from that game would unconsciously emerge in front of his eyes and come to his mind over the past few days, lingering. Although the Forest team eventually won that game, Wood personally felt that he had failed.

Hes very powerful.

He was selected by the UEFA as the best player in fifty years, surpassing a number of predecessors in history. Of course, hes powerful. Do you want to beat him?

Yes. He did not hesitate this time.

But Ill tell you the truth; youre not likely to beat him now.

Woods reaction to that remark was silence. Twain did not know if Wood was displeased with it, but he had to say it for the sake of Woods future development.

Do you sometimes feel that youre not motivated? Besides your mother, do you ever long for anything else? The media are all upset that youre not on Erikssons national team, but you dont care about that. You train and compete every week Do you have any other desires for football that you want to pursue?

Wood remained silent. He did not know what to say.

To become a champion? Victory? Glory? Dont many players want that? If you cant answer, it doesnt matter. If youre not sure what you want, let me give you one first. Use Zidane as your target and redouble your efforts.

Beat him or surpass him one day. Both work, its all up to you. Well, thats it. What do you think?

Wood thought about it, and then said, Not bad.

Back in the restaurant for his lunch, Wood was greeted by his mothers inquiring gaze.

The agent called, said Wood. He said that the Real Madrid club was interested in me and asked if I would go.

Real Madrid? Is that the team you just defeated in Spain?

Wood Nodded.

Going means a transfer to Spain?

Wood nodded again.

Sophia thought for a moment and asked, Did you say yes?

This time, Wood shook his head. No.

Is it because of me, George?

Looking at his mothers gentle smile, Wood continued to shake his head. No, mom. I like this team and I want to stay here.