While the outside world was abuzz with the news of the revival of the football hooligans and the death of an innocent boy, George Wood was still doing the repetitive and boring basic training, day after day, on the second field at the youth team training ground. It was as if he and the rest of the world existed on two different planes. He was unconcerned with and uninterested in any news from the outside world. He had only one thought in his mind: to reach the goal set by his manager, to play in the matches, and to earn money for his mother's medical treatment.
Twain, dressed in all black, appeared on the sidelines and called out to Wood's coach. The two men spoke a few words to each other in low voices. Then the coach left, and Twain walked out toward him. Although Twain wore black clothes all the time—black trousers, black leather shoes, even sunglasses on cloudy days—he seemed different to Wood today. His black suit was newer, stiffer.
