Godfather Of Champions

Even when he represented Nottingham Forest in a formal league game for the first time, Aaron Mitchell did not feel that he was so valued.

In this week, the tactical training, technical training, positioning ball training on the field, strength training and physiotherapy off the field have all attracted much attention. This kind of attention is not about the naive question of whether the coaches came over amiably and asked him whether he was happy. But the training intensity increases, and a little mistake will be reprimanded by the coaches.

Take strength training as an example. From the day he was transferred to the first team, he was told that he needed to strengthen strength training to enhance his confrontation ability. But this week the coaching staff's requirements have become stricter. Fortunately, the physiotherapy after each day is also supplemented, otherwise he really doubts whether he can stick to it.

This situation suddenly improved two days before the midweek Champions Cup game. When he planned to go to the gym to increase his strength after training, he was stopped by Tang.

"There is no need to practice strength today, Mitchell."

"But I'm fine, I think..." Mitchell was a little surprised, he hadn't reacted yet.

"There is no need to practice more tomorrow." Tang smiled at him, "You have to rest well these two days."

Mitchell was at a loss. He found that although the Chinese assistant was speaking in English, he could not understand the meaning at all.

Don looked at Mitchell with a confused look, a little embarrassed. It stands to reason that without Tony's approval, he cannot reveal the starting list to the players in advance. But this kid is really cute, and he has completed the hard training these days. Perhaps as a bonus...nothing?

"Well, Mitchell. You will start the game the day after tomorrow."

Mitchell nodded, seemingly not surprised. But then he reacted. He almost jumped up and stared at the assistant coach in front of him. "What are you talking about, Mr. Tang?"

Tang stopped talking, just looked at him and smiled.

"I'm not dreaming, Mr. Tang?"

Tang shook his head: "Take a good rest these two days. Also don't tell anyone."

Mitchell immediately made a gesture of covering her mouth and nodding. Thanks to Tang, he ran away happily.

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Aaron Mitchell’s father is an ordinary worker and a loyal fan of Nottingham Forest. So he sent his son to the Forest Football School. When his son was chosen by Dun En to be selected to the first team, he was happy for many days. Everyone said that his son was a star. On the contrary, his son is not so excited himself, he is very clear about the competition in the team, and he always pours cold water on his father so that he does not expect too much. Whenever this time, the father will take out the majesty of his elders and raise his slap to scare his son: "You give me something! Players who don't want to be stars are not good players. Which French **** is talking about this?"

Compared with the excited father, the son seems to be more mature. But today this situation has changed.

From the moment he walked in, there was a deliberately hidden smile on his son's face.

"Good afternoon, Dad!"

"It's almost evening, good afternoon?" Father replied without looking up while doing carpentry work in the garden. "Is the training hard?"

"not bad!"

"Don't keep saying that, I thought you didn't train at all in the team." Biting a nail in his mouth, it is a bit inconvenient to speak, but a son can understand it.

"well!"

"That's right..."

"Where's mom?"

"I'm making dinner."

"Hehe." Mitchell laughed suddenly, his father's hand shook in fright, and the hammer fell and almost hurt his finger.

"Hey! You kid!" Dad was about to show his father's majesty, only to find that his son had disappeared. He stood there for a while, "Did this kid get any stimulation today?"

At dinner, the father and mother did not put their energy on the dinner, but stared at their son in a daze.

In the end, the father's opening broke the strange silence.

"Aron, do you have a girl you like?"

Mitchell wondered why his father suddenly wanted to ask such a question. He shook his head: "I haven't been there, don't you know, Dad? I'm not easy to find my height..."

The height of two meters and two is really difficult to find a normal girlfriend. When a girlfriend wants to kiss him, he finds that oral **** is more convenient. What an embarrassing thing... So the father used to make fun of his son and said that if he really wanted to find a girlfriend, he would only I can go to the women's basketball team to find it, but the members of the women's basketball team are all a little bit...not satisfactory.

"That's weird. You don't have a girlfriend, so why are you giggling?"

"Ah! This is because..." Mitchell almost told his parents the news that he was about to make his debut in the Champions League, but it suddenly occurred to him that when Tang told him the news, he asked him to Keep it secret. So he changed his words temporarily, "It's nothing, just happy. By the way, Dad, the Champions League game, will you go to the scene to watch it?"

"How long did your dad go to the City Stadium to watch a Forest team game? Are you questioning my loyalty to the Forest team? Kid."

"Hehe." Mitchell made the same laugh that made his father feel uncomfortable. "That's good, that's good."

"Mitcher! Stop laughing like that, you are not a girl! You laughed so much that I have no appetite to eat!" The father keenly felt that his son had something to hide from himself, but he couldn't The son was forced to say that the father's majesty did not work at this point. This is really unpleasant...

"Okay, okay, all have to eat." Mom came out to ease the atmosphere.

Little Mitchell didn't care if his father was blowing his beard and staring at him, his mind was not at all what his father would react. He is now full of Champions Cup Champions Cup!

The music of the Champions Cup sounded in his ears, and he only felt blood boiled, and he got goose bumps with excitement. Tens of thousands of people chanted their names and played against the strong European teams instead of only appearing in the tasteless time of the tasteless game. When he was a child, he had the dream of climbing to the top of Europe in the red shirt of the Nottingham Forest, but now he is not far from being realized.

Mother was also a little worried watching her son's performance. Recently, the team seems to increase the amount of training. The son always said tired when he came back a few days ago. She was afraid that Aron was too tired.

"You better rest early, Aron."

"Okay, Mom. I'll go to rest after dinner."

Aaron who had finished dinner pushed the tableware, got up to say goodbye to his parents, and went upstairs.

Leave two adults, you look at me, and I look at you, wondering what's going on.

The father feels a little frustrated and doesn't know what the child is thinking, which makes him feel frustrated in front of his son.

The wife laughed when he saw him like that: "My son is older and he has a little secret."

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Mitchell lay in bed and forced himself to sleep, even though it was only less than nine o'clock in the evening. He couldn't sleep because he was so excited. Even at twelve o'clock, it is estimated that he will not be able to sleep.

Until now, he still occasionally wondered if he had a dream or had hallucinations at that time... If it weren't for Coach Tang and replaced by Chris Lak, he might really think that the other party was joking with him.

Playing in the Champions League... what does it feel like?

He has watched the Champions League matches on TV and live countless times, but has never played in person. Watching and playing football are absolutely two completely different feelings. What will you play when you do? Too nervous makes half of the original strength unable to show; or too excited makes half of the original strength unable to show...Oh, don't think about this bad possibility!

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"...The fourth official raised the sign of injury stoppage time on the sidelines, three minutes of stoppage time! The City Stadium made a huge boo, and the second half was frequently interrupted by fouls and substitutions, and only three minutes of stoppage time! This is true! It’s hard to understand."

"The score is now 0:0. If this score is maintained to the end, then Barcelona will successfully advance. This is obviously not what Coach Tony Dunn wants to see. He is standing on the sidelines and is constantly asking the team to press On offense. Only three minutes are left for him. Can his team perform miracles?"

"Nottingham Forest got a corner kick, and even goalkeeper Akinfeev rushed to Barcelona's goal. This may be the last time the Forest team attacked! Aaron Mitchell was closely guarded by three opposing defenders. As the tallest on the field, his height and header are an important part of Nottingham Forest's set kick tactics."

"A corner kick was taken... Aaron Mitchell jumped! No one was able to stop him, and the energy of holding a game burst out at this moment. He is taller than everyone! More than Valdes' hands High! Header!"

"GOOOOOAL——GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL——GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!! GOAL!!!"

Mitchell jumped up from the bed and ran around the room with his arms open. He hadn't forgotten to jump up a few times from time to time, stomping his feet vigorously, and "GOOOOOAL" in his mouth.

"Aaron Mitchell——!!!" There was a quick slap on the door and his father's furious yelling. "What are you doing! The ashes on the ceiling made you shake in the soup! Do you need me to call you to the hospital?!"

Mitchell turned a deaf ear to his father's slap shots. He is now on the city stadium. At the last minute of the game, he used a heavy header to pull the team back from the abyss of hell, and by the way kicked Barcelona to replace the vacancy of the Forest team. Now he hugs his teammates around him, hugs Assistant Coach Tang who brought him this good news, hugs everyone around him, and expresses his emotions. He became famous at this moment!

With a "bang", seeing that there was no sign of stopping there, his unbearable father slammed open the bedroom door and appeared in front of Mitchel. He was about to yell at him, but unexpectedly his son rushed forward, hugged him tightly, and yelled in his ear: "Barcelona is going to die! We are promoted! We are promoted! I am a hero!!!"

"You just die for me!" The father, who was so irritated by his son, slapped him on the back of the head.

Mitchell, who was awakened by this slap, looked a little surprised at his father who was in his arms: "Huh?"

"Do you think you are holding a big breasted beauty?" The dad in his arms showed a shuddering smile, he knew he was going to be unlucky...

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During training the next day, Dunn found that Aaron Mitchell's energy was not very good, and he was not very focused on the training ground. He thought it was strange. Mitchell's previous performance was not like this, he always worked hard and earnestly during training. Otherwise, Dunn will not arrange for him to play in the second round against Barcelona. At the very least, the attitude of someone he can admire must be fine.

Now Mitchell's attitude has gone wrong, and it's still overnight... He felt it necessary to find a separate talk. Another important reason is that if Mitchell is allowed to continue training on that field in this state, he will definitely sprain his ankle before long, and Dunn's plan will be completely ruined.

So he walked to the sidelines and called Mitchell alone, intending to ask what happened.

"Mitchell, did you not sleep well last night?" Dunn noticed that Mitchell's eye sockets had more bloodshot eyes than usual.

"Uh, yes, boss." Mitchell didn't dare to lie when facing Dunn.

"Can you tell me why?"

Mitchell glanced at Don, who was standing beside his head, expressionless, wondering whether to tell the truth. Although Coach Tang told him not to tell anyone. But the boss is the boss of the coaching staff. The news that Coach Tang told him must have been from the boss... No, maybe the boss told Coach Tang. So telling the boss should be fine, right?

"Um... Coach Tang told me yesterday that I will start the game against Barcelona..."

Dunn looked back at Tang, this guy was still expressionless, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

He decided to clarify the words to Mitchell first, and then settle accounts with Tang.

"Yes, you are indeed on the starting list by me." He immediately made a hand-pressing action, "but don't be too happy too early. Look at your performance just now, you thought it was based on this kind of stuff. Will you be able to start? Now there is still a day and a half before the start of the game. I can revise the starting list at any time."

The excited smile that Mitchel had just shown disappeared from his face again.

"I don't care how you look forward to the game tomorrow night in your heart, but now you'd better return me to the training ground and re-invest in training, give me 100% input!" The expression on Dun En's face was serious and terrible. "If you are still so absent-minded, once you get rid of your feet, you will just completely die of this mind."

This sentence woke up Mitchell. It’s a dangerous thing to be distracted while training on such a venue.

"Have you told others about this?" At the end, Dunn asked.

Mitchell shook his head quickly. Yesterday, when faced with his father's "severe torture", he was stunned that he didn't tell the truth, even his closest family members, not to mention that he was not someone who liked publicity.

Dunn smiled and slapped his chin: "It's great, you have now avoided the possibility of losing face in front of your friends."

Mitchell only felt the chill behind his spine, he knew the boss was not joking. If you do not perform well in training, you will definitely be taken off the starting list.

So he ran back to train again, never daring to have any messy thoughts anymore.

After solving Mitchell, Dunn turned his head and looked at Tang again.

"I think about it as a reward for so many days of hard training..." Tang knew what he wanted to ask himself, so he said first.

"But you almost hurt him." Dunn's expression continued his seriousness to Mitchell.

"Sorry, I don't know..." Tang also felt wronged. Mitchell's performance is obvious to all, and it is indeed because of his words that such a change has taken place.

Don't be harsh on his partner. After all, Tang always did a good job most of the time and never made a mistake. It's just that sometimes my heart is a little soft... really like a maiden.

He comforted: "But it's okay, this matter is a precious experience for him. His mentality is much better than before. This will be a good help for our game." He looked at Mitchell who worked **** the training ground said.

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