Godfather Of Champions

When Chen Jian was still in the Netherlands and his agent couldn't tell what would happen in the future, Nottingham Forest faced the penultimate opponent in the league-Newcastle.

This game and Arsenal's away game against Tottenham were played at the same time.

Arsenal and Tottenham’s North London Derby may be Arsenal’s hardest bones in the last eight rounds of the league. Because this is not an ordinary league, this is a derby.

Dunn is also very concerned about the game. Chris Lak wears headphones to listen to the latest game information from the radio. If there is any latest situation, he will tell Dunn next to him as soon as possible.

The players of Nottingham Forest also understand what this round of the league means to them and care about the Arsenal game. It can be said that the whole team is half-hearted.

This situation is not what Dunn wants to see, so he has to constantly remind the players to concentrate before the game.

The game has entered the second half, and the score between Nottingham Forest and Newcastle is still 0:0. On the other side, Arsenal lead Tottenham 1-0.

These two scores are a little frustrating.

Dunn also felt that he was always entangled in how others treat him badly, so he got up from his seat and did not listen to Chris Lak’s "verbal broadcast", but yelled into the court to make the players cheer up. Must score goals.

At the same time, on the other side, at Tottenham Hotspur’s home stadium, White Hart Lane, although the team has a 1-0 lead, Wenger is not comfortable.

Sometimes the score does not truly reflect a game, especially in a game like Derby.

Although Arsenal led by one goal, they are now being beaten by Tottenham.

Tottenham Hotspur fans also know the importance of this game. Some people even slogans in the stands to the Nottingham Forest fighting in the north: "League is for the forest, the FA Cup is for us".

As Arsenal's mortal enemies, they don't mind pulling Arsenal off the horse or watching Arsenal lose the championship. The pain of their opponents is their greatest joy and happiness.

Wenger stood on the sidelines anxiously, constantly reminding the team to pay attention to counterattacks. His brows curled together and his expression was serious.

On the other side, Dunn stared at the court with gritted teeth, clenched his fists, and tightened his body.

As the head coach, the pressure on both of them is not light.

If Arsenal still win this game, then they basically won the championship early. Nottingham Forest is only theoretically possible-the probability of expecting Arsenal to lose 0:8 in the final round, and then the Forest team to win 6:0 is too small...

Dunn looked at his watch, and there were 27 minutes before the end of the game. In other words, there are only 27 minutes before the end of the season.

Carl Spike visited St. James's Park, where he will witness Dunn's failure.

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Dunn was hesitating whether to replace. Newcastle was determined not to allow the Forest to take the three-pointer at their home court, and basically ignored the offense and defended the entire line, making Bentley's pass impossible to pass. Should Bentley be replaced in this situation?

After another two minutes, the Forest team besieged the gates of Newcastle, but the thunder and the rain fell a little. Dun En gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He asked Chris Lak to call back the warm-up Mok.

Newcastle is now clearly focusing on defensive side passes, so give them a different change.

Mok ran to Dunn and called out: "The boss."

Dunn, who was concerned about the situation on the field, turned his head and glanced at Mork, then pulled him over, pointed to the court and said to him: "I need you to play and use your breakthrough to create some trouble for Newcastle's defense. Do you understand?"

Mok nodded: "I know what to do, boss."

"Remember, we must mess up their defense."

"Okay, boss."

"Go!" Dunn slapped Mork on the back.

The fourth official held up the substitution sign on the sidelines, Nottingham Forest requested a substitution, No. 7 Bentley went down, No. 17 Mork went up.

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At White Hart Lane, Tottenham Hotspur also changed players. Thirty-four-year-old veteran Michael Owen debuted and replaced Croatian defender Korluka.

When the 34-year-old Irving appeared on the field, there was a burst of laughter among the guest Arsenal fans.

Is there no one available at Tottenham Hotspur? A man who couldn't run was sent up.

The narrator couldn't guess what Harry Redknapp's substitution meant.

Irving is thirty-four years old. He has been injured frequently this season and has not played a few games on behalf of the team at all. What will he do with such a player whose physical fitness and form cannot be guaranteed?

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"Hey, Tony, it's changed over there." Chris Luck said to Dunn while pressing his headset.

"Huh?" Dunn didn't care much about the substitutions at Bailu Lane, he was paying attention to Mock's performance. Just now, he broke through again but brought the ball to a dead end, making him, the coach, stomped anxiously off the court.

"Tottenham substitutes, Irving is on."

This name made Dunn a little familiar, he was stunned for a while before reacting. "Owen? Michael Owen? The one who played in Liverpool and Newcastle before?"

Chris Lak nodded.

Dunn rolled his eyes. "Has he not retired? I thought he had retired. I haven't seen him this season."

"He has been injured frequently and has not played a full game this season." Chris Lak explained.

"What is old Harry thinking? Forget it..." He sighed and pointed to the mini radio in Chris Lak's arms. "Turn off your broken stuff. Don't worry about how others are doing, let's kick our own The game... is no regrets or regrets."

When I heard that the old guy Irving played, Dunn even had the idea that Harry Redknapp was going to give the championship to Arsenal. So he has decided to retaliate against Tottenham Hotspur in the FA Cup final, not only to win, but also to fight Tottenham without fighting back, making them lose face.

Chris Lak squirmed his lips and reached in, but did not turn off the radio. Deep in his heart, he was still looking forward to some miracle...

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Last December 14th, Michael Owen spent his 34th birthday in a hospital bed. At that time, he just suffered another serious injury in training, and everyone asserted that he would retire. As a result, he did not announce that he was going to retire, but said he would actively treat and recover and prepare to return to the stadium. At that time, many people listened to this as a joke.

But now, he did return to the court, although there is one game and 21 minutes left before the end of the season.

Arsenal's goal was just below the visitors' stand, and he could clearly hear the ridicule from the stand.

"Hey, old man! Why haven't you retired?"

"Can you still run, Michael?"

"Be careful not to get hurt again! If you want to fall, remember not to fall in our penalty area!"

He turned a deaf ear.

He has experienced peaks and troughs in his career, and he has seen all kinds of storms. Such provocations can no longer shake his fighting spirit.

"This is really a combination of older strikers..." The commentator shook his head vigorously when he saw this scene. "Thirty-two-year-old Pavlyuchenko, thirty-four-year-old Michael Owen. Could it be Harry Redknapp? Planning to break through Arsenal's defense with such a combination of strikers?"

Wenger turned his head and glanced at Tottenham Hotspur coach Redknapp, who was also standing on the sidelines. The old man had no expression on his face and was very calm.

He is behind, but he seems to be more calm than the leading Wenger.

Michael Irving’s appearance is that many Tottenham fans can’t understand. They think Redknapp has given up the game, otherwise, why would he switch to such an old man? Booing against Irving sounded in the stands.

For Owen, it was a betrayal... even his own people were booing him.

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Mork succeeded in breaking through the Spanish left-back Jose Enrique, who defended him. He didn't mean to pass the ball, but continued to push in, which made Newcastle's defense become chaotic.

Argentine central defender Kolocchini dropped Ibisevic to make up the defense, and Mok quickly stepped on his bike to push the football to the bottom line. Kolocchini was not fooled, but just posted it, not letting him cut inside.

Mok, with his back facing Colocchini, suddenly knocked the football from between the Argentine’s legs with his heels, followed him with Colocchini as the axis, turned 180 degrees, and slipped near the bottom line. Go in!

Kolocchini subconsciously stretched his foot to hook the ball, but in front of him he saw the football being lapped by Mork, and his leg happened to hit Mork's foot...

Next, I can think of what will happen with my knees.

Coloccini felt cold.

Mok fell to the ground with a scream.

Goalkeeper Tim Cruel hugged the football and he heard the referee's whistle.

"Penalty!" The commentator exclaimed excitedly, and the Nottingham Forest, which had been besieged for more than seventy minutes without a goal, took advantage of a breakthrough to score.

The Forest players on the field were equally excited. They rushed to hug Mok, patted him on the head, and beat his chest. Obviously these people don't know how Arsenal is still leading on the other side.

In comparison, Nottingham Forest’s coaching bench is much calmer. These coaches are people who know what happened in White Hart Lane. Even if a penalty kick is scored, as long as Arsenal continue to maintain the score to the end, the Forest team will still win. Not the champion.

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"Forest got a penalty." Wenger's assistant leaned over to him.

Wenger grinned.

Even if the Forest team won by a penalty kick, it doesn't make sense. As long as they win the game here, the champion will almost certainly belong to Arsenal. He didn't want to evaluate how his opponent was, let alone a dead opponent.

He remembered one thing. Dunn said that a goal lead is the most dangerous score in the world. Arsenal’s 1-0 lead is really dangerous. He should remind the players to strengthen their offense and try to score another goal. If they do, they can celebrate the league championship on the stadium of their rivals. There is no other thing in the world that can be more refreshing than this.

He got up from his seat, and didn't care if the forest team scored a penalty.

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"Ibisevic's penalty! The goal is scored!!!"

The commentator yelled very excitedly, but the celebration on the forest team's coaching bench was limited. They just got up and clapped their hands without even hugging each other.

But the forest team players on the field were very excited and hugged one by one, and it was almost time for another stack of Arhats.

Dunn saw the players doing this, he turned his head and glanced at Chris Lak.

Chris Lak knew what he meant, and quickly replied: "It's still 1:0 over there."

Dunn thought for a while: "Don't tell them the truth."

"If they ask us..."

"Just say Tottenham have equalized!" Dunn gritted his teeth.

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After the goal, Ibisevic broke free from the arms of his teammates and ran to the sidelines. He wanted to ask about the situation there.

"It's tied! It's tied!" Chris Lak waved his hand. "Spurs equalized!"

Ibisevic gave Dunn a suspicious look, because he didn't see much excitement on his face.

"Return to the court to continue the game! Do you care about others!" Dunn had to yell at him. "Play your game first!"

Ibisevic and the players turned and ran back to the court. Only Wood looked at Dunn and did not act immediately.

Although they were told from the coaching bench that Tottenham had equalized, everyone around them did not have any happy expressions. The Forest fans in the stands did not make any special actions to remind them that this "fact" is really doubtful.

"I think our acting skills are very poor..." Chris Lak complained and walked back to the coaching bench.

Dunn stood on the sidelines with his arms around his chest, ignoring his complaints.

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"Strengthen the attack, press on! Press on!" Wenger gestured to the players from the sidelines, "Neither Irving nor the Russian are speed forwards, so don't be afraid of their counterattack!"

Arsenal's defense is getting higher and higher, and they even forget that this is a derby.

Wilshere's pass was interrupted, Arsenal's defenders still did not return to defense, they were waiting for their midfielder to interrupt the ball, and then continue to attack.

Spurs passed the ball. Modelic made a long pass directly in the backcourt, and a white figure passed by Arsenal's defense line and caught up with the pass from the sky!

"Michael Owen?"

Even the commentator was surprised, he used a questioning tone.

Irving looked back at the Arsenal defender behind him, then turned to look at the linesman, he had to make sure he was offside. The linesman didn't say anything, but just followed him to the bottom line.

Owen turned his eyes forward again, Almunia was hesitating whether to attack or retreat.

He didn't hesitate, took his gaze back, and took the football forward!

There was a huge cheer from the stands. At this moment, everyone was cheering for Irving. Tottenham fans prayed that he could be ten years younger and become the "chursing boy" again. Arsenal fans cursed him and fell to the ground immediately.

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"Michael Owen..." Chris Lak, who was halfway there, stopped suddenly, listened carefully, and muttered.

"What?" Dunn frowned.

"He's dribbling...not offside...single..." Chris Lak muttered intermittently.

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"He's dribbling the ball! Very fast, not offside! Not offside at all! What is Senderos doing? What hand? Back to defense! This is a single move!" The commentator couldn't help complaining. "This is not at all the sprint speed that a 34-year-old veteran should have! Michael Owen! He seems to have returned to sixteen years ago in an instant..."

Irving's speed is indeed very fast, and Wenger was taken aback by the speed.

Almunia decided to attack because Irving was about to enter the penalty area.

As soon as he rushed out, he saw Owen running with a pinch of his right foot...

The football just passed over his head and fell into the goal behind him.

At that moment, there was not even a sound at the White Hart Lane Stadium.

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"Single shot... Almunia strikes... Lob shot... the ball is in!!! The ball is in!!!" Chris Lak suddenly roared frantically and jumped from the ground. "The goal is scored! Tony! Tony! The goal is scored! Tottenham have equalized! This time it is really equalized!"

He turned and pointed at the radio in his hand and shouted at Dun En.

Dunn didn't ask: "Really?" Instead, he grabbed the earphones and put them in his ears.

"...Michael Owen’s beautiful lob! Almunia didn’t react at all! It’s so pitiful, the whole Arsenal team never thought that Owen would have such a sprint speed! An oversight on their defense gave Owen this opportunity. Running for 30 meters with the ball, with a beautiful lob shot to tie the score between the two sides to 1:1! I heard that Nottingham Forest just led Newcastle with a penalty kick, and now Tony Dunn’s team is reappearing. vitality!!"

At the same time, there was a sudden burst of cheers in the stands of the visiting team. Those forests closer to the stadium waved their mobile phones and radios to the fans.

"They scored a goal! They scored a goal! Tottenham, it was a goal scored by Tottenham!"

"Tony!" Chris Lak clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and looked at Dunn. "A miracle happened!!"

Dun En's face didn't smile, he was even in a trance. Really happened? Are Arsenal really equalized? Could it be that there was a delay and Arsenal scored again after that? He looked around aimlessly and put the earphones into Chris Lak's arms. "The game is not over, it's too early to be happy now."

He turned around and yelled at the court:

"One more goal! One more goal! Get me a win! Be careful of their counterattack... Bring me up!"

This time the players of the Forest team believed that Tottenham really equalized the score, and the morale of the team was boosted. Suddenly, the Newcastle team was placed in their third defensive zone.

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"Owen! Owen! Owen!" A voice resounded from the stands in Bailu Lane.

The veteran Owen ran on the court with open arms. He hadn't enjoyed such cheers and feelings for a long time. The cool wind blew on his face, and he felt as if he had wings in his wings and was flying freely between the sky and the earth.

When he was seriously injured this season, some people advised him to retire and have a decent ending. But he said: "Injuries are like my wife. I'm used to getting along with it day and night. I won't retire because I still want to continue playing. I think I can continue to play."

At that time, everyone laughed at him and talked big.

Now, all the people who laughed at him and ridiculed him have shut up. There was surprise, embarrassment, shame, and respect on his face.

In an instant, even injuries and illnesses were defeated by this strong veteran. He slapped people who were surprised when they saw him on the court: "Is this old guy yet to retire?" It's so happy to fan...

Wenger lowered his head, no one could see the expression on his face at this moment. upset? anger? Unwilling? doubt? Helpless?

These are not important anymore.

Wenger has always believed that after a professional player is thirty years old, his career and competitive state begin to decline. Therefore, he always spares no effort to cleanse the "older players" who are over thirty years old in the team and cultivate for himself There is nothing wrong with the young talents that come out to provide room for development. Arsenal recognizes his view of club development.

But today's scene is really ironic. He was defeated by a veteran that he had always ignored. There was nothing to say about the defeat, and he couldn't even find a reason...

What can he say? What kind of expression should he make in front of the camera lens?

Only hang his head silently.

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The next day, when Nottingham Forest regained hope of winning the league title, and the news that Arsenal was tied by veteran Irving’s goal came to the press, Irving took out a postcard from his mailbox.

It says:

Your goal saved a person's life. Thank you, Michael.

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