As he brought the three kids through Wilford Lane, Dunn returned to the youth base where he had not been for some time. New buds sprouted on branches bare from winter, and the greenery flooded the deserted training base. He used to be familiar with everything after working there for ten years.
After he briefly introduced the training base, Dunn took them to the office of the youth-development manager, Ian Greenwood.
Greenwood had waited there for a while. He was really waiting, unlike Twain who had played Minesweeper.
"Aha, nice to meet you, boys!" Greenwood looked happy to see the three kids. The smile on his face was from the bottom of his heart, which felt much warmer than Twain's pretense. "I'm Ian Greenwood, the head of youth training at Nottingham Forest."
"Hello, Mr. Greenwood!" The three people politely replied.
"Thank you for your help, Dunn." Greenwood nodded and turned to Dunn.
