Having just finished a fierce derby, the head coach was not as strict with the players as he used to be. Everyone needed to relax, whether a player or a coach. So Chen Jian could dress neatly to go meet Twain, enjoy the night with him, and experience Spain's colorful nightlife.
"Is it time for me to congratulate you on the draw at the mighty Barcelona, or regret that you didn't finally win the game?" Twain said to Chen Jian with a smile.
"Regret," Chen Jian replied.
Looking at the man before him, who had more gray hair than before, Chen Jian could not help but feel how time flies.
When he first met Twain, he was in high spirits. He was in his peak and it seemed like he could never tire, but now, Twain was almost like an old man.
Xia Yang became obsolete. Tonight was a conversation between Twain and Chen Jian.
"Well, I didn't think I'd ever ask you to return again when you got out of Nottingham Forest."
