Dawn felt the back of her head, where it still ached.

***, sneak up on me! Hit me behind me!

He bared his teeth and swore.

As a football fan, he likes to have a drink and watch the game in a crowded place like a bar...In recent days, his favorite team has been on a losing streak.He was in a bad mood was excited by two opposing fans, wine and anger, both sides on the hand, he to two, not afraid.But the other side play Yin, one in front to attract their attention, another secretly around his back to give him a bludger.

Then he opens his eyes to find himself in a noisy environment and is knocked to the ground by a black man.The others spoke in words he could not understand -- he understood every word, every word they said, but he could not make sense of it.He felt as if his brain had been torn, split between those who were familiar with the situation and those who were overwhelmed.

"What's my name?"He muttered to himself, then suddenly covered his mouth.Only then did he realize that he had been speaking the language of birds -- English.

"***, how did this happen?"This time it popped up in his native tongue again.

Dawn looked back at Des blankly, a look that made him shudder. Now the sun was shining golden above them, but he couldn't see any light in those eyes.

"Tony, where are you going?"Des repeated.

"I...I don't know, maybe...Is home..."Dawn muttered, trying to free herself from Des' grasp.

Fleming came running from the side. 'Tony, you can't go home now.We're playing, you're the coach, you're directing the team!"

The trio's tugging at the entrance drew attention from both benches, the stands and even the players on the court.

Dawn suddenly smiled. "I'm the coach?"This is ridiculous, how can I be a coach...I'm a football fan and I play football manager a lot, but how can I be a coach?This must be a dream, or a fucking nightmare!"Good......Well, you are...""He said, looking at Des.

Fleming said as if he had introduced them for the first time: "He's Des, Des;Des' Walker.The former England international, centre-back, who retired from football at the end of last season, is now your colleague and assistant.

Dawn nodded, then said to Dez, "Okay, now you call the play for me, and I'm going to rest."With that, he released Dez's hand, ignoring the loud boos and two dumbstruck people behind him, and walked down the aisle.

'But his life might even be in danger!Fleming, furious at the referee's indifference, yelled at dawn, who was still lying on the ground.

"Then you call an ambulance, I'm just the referee!"The chair umpire shot back, "And he didn't seem as dangerous as you said."He pointed behind Fleming and ran back onto the field.

Fleming turned back to see Dawn shuffling to her feet, touching the back of her head. He rushed to help him."How do you feel, Tony?"

Dawn asked blankly, "Where is this?"

Fleming turned to swear. It's been a bad time lately."Des, Des, come here!He beckoned to a blond man from the dugout.

The man called des came running up."How's Tony?""He whispered.

"Terrible.He even asked me where I was just now."

Des's reaction was the same as Fleming's, and he turned around and swore, too.

"I suspect it was the result of hitting the back of the head when he fell down."

"Is it bad, Gary?"Des bit his lip, his face grave.

"I don't know, maybe good, maybe bad."Fleming shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

Unlike forest's nervous players, most of their opponents stood inside the stadium watching the play with their arms folded, while the curious ones took on the role of team scouts, running to watch and then running back to share what was happening in the crowd with their teammates.

The Forest fans, seemingly unconcerned about their manager's fate, took the opportunity to curse at their team's poor performance, with words beginning with "F" and "S" and "0-2" highlighted on the screen by the number of middle fingers raised high.

Forest team doctor Gary;Gary 'Fleming was still doing his best. He had clearly seen Tony's eye move a moment ago and had not responded.

He patted Tony;Dawn's face, still unresponsive.The team's acting head coach lay on the ground like a wax figure, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide as if he had seen something very surprising.

The blue sky, the white clouds like cotton candy, the faces with different skin colors and different expressions, the noisy environment, all of which are very familiar, but so strange, as if they are thousands of miles away from their own.

This......What the hell is going on?!

"Ow!Wait, let's see what's going on on the sidelines?"The commentator on the live show suddenly became excited. He stood up and looked down from the top stand.David Johnson was thrown into the dugout in a struggle with an opposing player, poor Tony;Coach Dawn was standing on the sidelines calling the play...Oh!Look at the carnage on the ground, this is really a Mars impact!This is more fun than a boring game!"

Dawn lay on the ground, his light gray suit sodden and crumpled with grass and dirt, looking like a freshly used rag.

A man with a big nose, black beard and a resemblance to Super Mario Appears in his view. He quickly pulls white gloves out of a colored leather bag he is carrying and starts examining Dawn.

"Do you have any obvious pain in your ribs?"He pressed his hands on Dawn's chest."Chin...Well, some bruising, loose teeth?"He opened Dawn's mouth again and looked at her with a tilt of his head.Although he kept asking questions, it was clear that he did not expect an answer. It was his habitual soliloquy."And then...Eyes."His eyes fell on Dawn's eyes, and he noticed a problem: Dawn's eyes didn't seem to move or blink once, her expression was dull, she didn't frown or cry out in pain, she was as silent as a dead man...

The dead!

Damn it! Looks like he landed on the back of his head!

"Hey, Tony, Tony?Can you hear me?"He waved his hand in front of Dawn's eyes, his voice clearly more anxious than before.

Dawn's eyes moved at last. He focused on the man's face, strange but familiar...

Dawn could not help narrowing her eyes, but the white light did not disappear, but spread to the whole world.

What the fuck is going on here?Am I at a rock party?

Dawn cursed and opened his eyes, only to see a large, frightening face.His face was black with sweat, and the heat from the two black holes beneath his broad nostrils seemed to have touched it.The white teeth in the gaping mouth were as frightening as the wild animals, and of course the bad breath that came out of it.

What followed was a violent, head-on collision.Dawn felt as if she had been punched in the jaw and fell backward.

Hua!They knocked over a case of water bottles sitting behind them.The weight of the two men fell on those poor plastic bottles, and they collapsed under the weight.The white water splashes out, and there is even a column of water from the mouth of a bottle, directly shot to the back of the "pond fish" face, other "pond fish" as if frightened sparrow skyward.

"Damn it!

"Damn it!

"What is this?!"

"Team doctor, team doctor!

"How did you do it?"

"I was pushed here by that damn number 14...I didn't mean to..."