226 The Chief Part 2

The Chief's dead? How can that be? Back in May, we were still drinking and chatting... how can he die just like that?

He was roused by the whistle, looked at the team still in training, and walked over.

"David." He waved to his assistant manager.

Kerslake ran over. "Tony, what did Mr. Chairman want you for?"

Twain did not answer Kerslake's question. He just looked at his assistant manager and looked at the players, who were still in training and knew nothing. His eyes were unfocused.

Kerslake noticed that his partner was acting abnormally. He followed Twain's gaze and turned his head. The training was progressing normally.

"Tony, what's the matter with you?"

"Uh… David, tomorrow… tomorrow's training, you'll be in charge. I won't be here."

"What happened, Tony?" asked Kerslake; he sensed that something strange was going on.

"I'm going to attend a private funeral, and I think I have to go."

"A funeral? Whose?"