Godfather Of Champions

On April 22, the sky over Nottingham, which had been cloudy for several days, finally cleared. Barcelona used to worry about rain, and now they can take a breath. God is beautiful, the death time of Nottingham Forest is here!

"The English are good at rain warfare because it is always raining on their heads." Catalan journalists like to make jokes like this when chatting with each other. Compared with sunny Barcelona, ​​the weather in England is enough to make people moldy.

"As long as the weather is good and the venue is good, victory will definitely belong to us!"

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When the sun appeared in the middle of the city stadium, Thompson Isaacson, who had been busy all night, was sitting on the coach's bench to rest. As an old man over 60, staying up all night to work is a great burden on his body, but he and his team finally completed the task given by Tony Dunn on time.

His old partner, old buddy Glenn Shervey stood by the side of the field, looking at the stadium that they had cleaned up after a night of work.

"I thought I had never had such an experience-messing up a good course and still having a sense of accomplishment."

Isaacson sat behind him and smiled.

"Sometimes I really don’t know how Mr. Tony Dunn’s brain is made up. He can always come up with a lot of this kind of shameless method. Make the stadium like a rotten vegetable field, and then let everyone in this venue Going to the game...I’m afraid the world can’t find a second coach who will do this."

Shervey said a lot of things to himself in front of him, but Isaacson didn't answer him. He pointed to sitting in this special position to rest while enjoying what it's like to be a coach.

Sherway looked back at him and saw that his old man was enjoying his face, and then he also noticed the position.

"How does it feel to be Tony Dunn?" he asked.

Isaacson shrugged: "There are no fans who are whistling and tsunami, and there is no team for me to command... It feels far away."

Sherway smiled and patted Isaacson on the shoulder: "With those things, your heart can't stand it!"

"That is, the head coach is under too much pressure. In the Champions League, when I saw Mr. Dunn arguing with the fourth official on the sidelines, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart..." Isaacson touched On his left chest, "I really admire Mr. Tang En, he is a person who has had heart surgery."

After talking about such a few things unrelated to work, Isaacson stood up and looked at the venue, nodding in satisfaction. "I promise Mr. Dunn will be satisfied with this place. Let's call it a day!"

"Come on!" Sherway yelled to the other workers, then he turned to ask Isaacson next to him. "Are you going for a drink, old man?"

Isaacson waved his hand: "You go with them. I have to go back and have a good night's sleep, and then watch Barcelona's wonderful performance on our field in the evening."

"what!"

The two smiled at each other.

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Aaron Mitchell got up early in the morning. Although there will be no training on the day of the game, the team must gather in Vilford in the morning, then take the bus to the hotel and rest until the game Go to the City Stadium in an hour.

During the meal, Mitchell found that his hands were shaking slightly, too excited or too nervous?

He quickly found an excuse to go to the bathroom and flushed his head with cold water.

After rushing his head, he looked at himself in the mirror as if he was a chicken, and said over and over again: "Aaron Mitchell, this is just an ordinary game. Yes, all games are an ordinary game. The game is only, what are you nervous about?" He clenched his fists desperately, trying to see if he was still shaking.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with all his strength, and stared at the man in the mirror as if he was looking at killing his father and his enemy.

After a while, when he felt that his body no longer trembled slightly for no reason, he wiped the water marks on his head and walked out.

Father and mother looked at their son strangely, and felt that the boy's mind became more and more difficult to guess.

But today is the day of the game, it is difficult for parents to use too many questions to interfere with their son's mood and state. As my son often said-"The state is something that is unclear. It may come inexplicably, or it may run away inexplicably."

It wasn't until Mitchell ran out that the parents looked at each other.

"I always feel that my son is a little abnormal these days."

"It's game day, is he a little nervous?"

"He's not playing, why is he nervous?" Although the father always has hope for his son, he is also a clear-headed fan. He knows that Tony Dunn cannot give his son in such an important game. what chance.

"Does puberty just come now?" the dad finally muttered.

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When Mitchell rushed to Vilford, the teammates on the roster were almost there. Seeing Mitchell come over and joking with him: "Did you not sleep nervously last night, Aron?"

"I slept well, Freddie!" Mitchell shot back.

Seeing his serious expression, everyone laughed. If you are not nervous, you won't have this expression.

"Hey, relax, Aron. The game hasn't started yet!"

"Don't take Barcelona seriously, he is not as strong as your opponent in the training match!"

"Are you saying we are strong?"

"Of course! Nottingham Forest is the strongest!"

"Remember how you felt during training? That's how the game was!"

"It's only the quarter-finals of the Champions League! I play this kind of competition every year..."

"Stop bragging, Freddie. We missed the quarter-finals for two years."

"Hey, Aron. Imagine that the tallest central defender in Barcelona is Piquina, but he is still a head short of you! You won't be afraid!"

"Are you talking about Piquet? Ah, that kid is familiar to me." Pepe, who had just arrived, intervened. "His physical fitness is very good, but his skills and consciousness are still almost. Not as good as me! It's a pity, if you keep following me, he will definitely improve quickly, but he went to Barcelona..." He shook his head with an expression of regret.

"I think Aaron will definitely be targeted by Pikwe. If you go head-to-head with him... honestly I don't think you will take advantage, Aaron." Then he confronted Mitchell as Pikwe's partner. Advised. "I think you should try to use your skills..."

"But the boss doesn't let me rely too much on the technique under my feet..."

"Idiot! Skills are not just footwork. Your consciousness, your running positions are all skills!" Peppa couldn't wait to give Mitchell a K on the head.

"The advanced skill of deceiving the opponent's defensive player with running position can only be mastered by a super shooter like me!" Freddie Eastwood pretended to be an expert in front of everyone, and was mercilessly despised by his teammates.

Everyone rushed to give Mitchell this idea, but he was not nervous. Of course he will think about the night game in his heart, but he has no other emotions other than anticipation.

He was sure that he was really ready this time.

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"The world is in our hands! The world is in our hands! We are invincible and invincible... Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest!"

When Hua Deng first came on, a large group of fans sang outside the window.

Mitchell's father said goodbye to his wife at the door, then hung the forest team scarf around his neck and walked out. After he greeted several familiar fans, he joined the red crowd. As they continue to pass by the houses and roads, more and more people join them. It is like a turbulent river, engulfing everything along the way, rolling forward to the sea.

They sang Nottingham Forest's team song while marching towards the city stadium.

On this night, there are countless such teams flocking from all directions to the brightly lit city stadium. They don't know each other, but at this moment they are comrades fighting side by side.

The Barcelona fans, under the heavy protection of many police-or surrounded by them, gathered outside the city stadium and waited for admission. They are also singing the Barcelona antithetical song, "Barça! Barcelona! Barça!" The shouts can be heard from far away. There are not many people, and the momentum is not small.

They are more optimistic. In an interview with the media before the game, they all confidently stated that Barcelona will win this game. "We have Messidona! We also have Harvey and Xiaobai! We have Bo Yang! We are the best in the world! What is there in Nottingham Forest? Tony Dunn, Tony Dunn, Tony Dunn... Now he Where? In the stands! Hahahaha!"

As a counterattack, fans of Nottingham Forest began to become experts in the history of the battle between the two teams in front of TV cameras, telling the Catalan media that in addition to the 2006 finals, Barcelona encountered Nottingham Forest twice and was eliminated both times. Out. "Champions? We don’t think about that kind of thing. We tell you, tonight we just want to watch Barcelona cry and go home to find our mother! All champions have to bow their heads when facing Nottingham Forest, Inter Milan I just lost, and Barcelona is no exception!"

"Although the game has not yet started, I still want to say...this is really a fierce game!" A BBC reporter sent a report from the scene, and he finally said.

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The buses from Nottingham Forest and Barcelona arrived at the same time, and the distance between the two cars one after the other was no more than 20 meters. With the help of police cars clearing the road, they all entered the stadium smoothly on the crowded Trent River.

The players filed off from the car, and some people were in the mood to wave with the reporters and fans around them, showing confident smiles.

Tony Dunn is also in the crowd, but he can't follow the team to the locker room. Two supervisors sent by UEFA looked at him at the entrance.

"Hey, Mr. Dunn! Can I take an interview?"

"Coach Dunn, I have a problem..."

Dunn glanced at the two supervisors standing at the entrance, smiled at them, stopped here, and began to accept interviews with reporters.

"I'm happy, do you have any questions?"

"For a game like Barcelona, ​​you are banned and you can't even enter the locker room. Does this have any adverse effects on your team?

"There is no adverse effect. My coaching staff are very good, and my players know what they are going to do. This game I will watch in the stands like an ordinary fan." Dunn opened his shirt collar and said Numerous media showed his special dress today-there is also a red Nottingham Forest home jersey in the shirt!

He also took out a scarf from the Nottingham Forest from his suit pocket, which was also red. He hung it around his neck, and it looked no different from ordinary fans outside.

"Guardiola said in an interview before the game that he is very happy that you can't conduct the game on the sidelines. What do you think?"

"Is he complimenting me?" Dunn laughed. "The enemy's fear is my glory. But what I want to tell him is that he can laugh as much as I want, because I'm afraid he won't be able to laugh at the end of the game!"

"It looks like you are very confident to win this game. But where did your confidence come from, Mr. Dunn?"

"My team." Dunn had a proud look on his face when he answered this question, "They are the best team in the world."

"All husbands think his wife is the best, don't they, Mr. Dunn!" A Catalan journalist raised a different opinion.

Dunn glanced at him and noticed the Barcelona badge on the collar of his suit. He was sure that this man was a Barcelona fan.

"Oh, no, this gentleman. The most plausible saying I have heard is—wives are always good for others, and children are good for themselves."

Having said this, he stopped accepting interviews and walked straight to the two UEFA match supervisors. He opened his arms when he walked in front of the two of them. "Do I need to take off my pants?"

The two supervisors glanced at each other, wondering why Dun En said that.

"Look at whether there are any miniature microphones or high-tech things like radio transmitters hidden in my anus."

Hearing him say this, the expressions of the two supervisors were as wonderful as eating shit.

"We...we are not a prison here, Mr. Dunn." One of them replied with a disgusting heart.

"Isn't it? I think your expressions are really a bit like a warden." Dunn snorted and walked past the two people.

"Where are you going, Mr. Dunn?"

"Don't worry, I don't go to the locker room, I just go to the toilet." Dunn turned around and looked at them, "Are you going to go together? You are welcome, I will do something. By the way, you can see if I will stuff my anus. Mini microphones, satellite phones..."

"Mr. Tang En!" One of them finally couldn't bear it, "We just had dinner!"

Dunn raised his hands and made an apologetic gesture, "But I'm doing it for your own good. If I really contact the coaching staff through some high-tech stuff, it's not easy for you to explain it when you go back?"

"I haven't seen any coach who will confuse himself for a victory in a game." The other one said a bit vicious, obviously he has a lot of prejudice against Dunn. In other words, he has become a firm "Tang Enhei" just after such a short time of contact.

Dunn blinked at him and said something completely disgusting to him: "I will, Mr. Supervisor. I will do whatever it takes to win."

At the time, these two UEFA supervisors just thought Dunn was deliberately speaking angry and disgusting them, but before long, they would know that everything Tony Dunn said was true...

Tony Dunn never lied, he really can do whatever it takes to win. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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