Godfather Of Champions

When Real Madrid got a penalty kick, Shania in the Bernabéu VIP box kept her hands together, put her hands on her chest, and muttered prayers with her head down. Her beautiful face was pale, and her forehead was full of sweat. Although her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

"My merciful and almighty Lord, I do not ask you to forgive my sins or ask you for wealth. I only hope that my husband is healthy and always healthy..."

She closed her eyes and kept mumbling like this. As for what happened on the court, she didn't care anymore. She just wants her husband to finish the game in peace, and whoever wants to take the champion can take it!

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As Shania kept praying, Dunn was sitting on the coach bench, lowering his head to calm his emotions. He can feel his heart beating fast, and he has to let the frequency of this heartbeat go down now. He knew it was impossible to end the game in ninety minutes.

There are two substitutions in his hand. Now he is fortunate to have replaced Shaheen with Kompany before, forming a three-back formation. Even if Pepe was sent off, there are two central defenders, and the defense is not obviously lacking.

Real Madrid has one substitution place left, and he is physically better than them. Will the 30-minute overtime play hard to attack and kill Real Madrid, or will it fight Real Madrid to the end and drag it to a penalty shoot-out?

Dunn doesn't want to scold the referee now, he doesn't have the time-scolding is of course to be scolded, if it weren't for the referee of this dog day, now he can start thinking about how to get on stage to receive the award. But you have to scold him after the game, regardless of whether you lose or win. At that time, he won't give any face, even if Evan Daggerty comes to persuade him, he will not admit it.

Dunn considered for a while and decided to continue to look for a chance to score in overtime, and never intended to retreat. He wants to let Real Madrid know that even if one person is missing, Nottingham Forest is a tough bone for them!

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After equalizing the score, Real Madrid's morale was high, and after the game resumed, they launched a tide of offensive towards the Forest team's goal. The Nottingham Forest could only be fully recovered on the court due to one less person, and even gave the 30-meter area to Real Madrid. They just want to stay on until the end of the game.

Nottingham Forest's defense is not a blow. Real Madrid's morale is soaring, they did not get any chance of lore. The five-minute stoppage time was just around the corner, and the referee finally blew the 90-minute whistle to the end of the game.

Before the extra time, the two sides only had a five-minute rest time, and this time was basically gone when they walked back to the locker room. So everyone stayed in the stadium to rest. Players of the two teams gathered in front of their coaches, enjoying a massage and relaxing while listening to the coach's tactics for overtime.

The players of Nottingham Forest sat in a circle, and Dunn squatted in the center of the circle. He looked left and right.

The players looked a little tired, but because of the unfair treatment and anger, the performance was not so obvious.

"Seeing that you still have such an expression, I feel relieved." Dunn nodded.

He was right. If he saw a group of dejected players, it would be difficult to play overtime. He has to arrange extra time tactics. Fortunately, I don't need it now.

"We are missing one person, but it doesn't matter. This is not the reason for us to give up the game. I believe you don't want to give up this game, right?"

"No!" someone replied loudly.

"Who the **** wants to give up the game? I want to show Real Madrid something!"

"Yes. We want to show them something!" Dunn clenched his fists and waved in front of the players. "There are still thirty minutes! I ask you not to just stick to it, press it out appropriately and attack their defense. Try to get them in overtime!"

"We need to get some fresh troops up. Bentley, take a break."

Bentley, who was called by his name, was a little unwilling, but he couldn't refute the boss's arrangement and could only nod lightly.

Mork, who was warming up, was called back. This was his first time in the Champions League final. He was a little excited and he was not very honest sitting on the ground.

"Mock, your task on the field is to harass the opponent's defense and create trouble for them. If there is time in front of you after you get the ball, you just break through. If there is no time to pass the ball, you are stronger than their Marcelo Well, this is an opportunity that can be used."

Mok nodded vigorously.

Dunn glanced at him and continued: "If Mitchel is in the penalty zone and you pass the ball to him after you break through, I don't care how to pass it. In short, you have to send the football to him, either on your head or under your feet. You will."

Mok continued nodding. If he sticks out his tongue again, he will be a faithful hound.

"On the defensive line, our full-backs slightly reduced the number of assists-at least in the first half. Our plan is to continue the defensive counterattack in the first half of overtime, focusing on defense. Let Real Madrid attack first. , Drain their energy and save ours. These fifteen minutes must be held for me, absolutely must not lose the ball. This is the key, you must remember. Next, we will start offensive in the second half. Hesitate, throw in the troops boldly, and the full-backs must boldly move forward. Although we practiced penalty kicks yesterday...but I don’t want to see this scene. If you can solve them in 120 minutes, then you are welcome. !"

Dunn hit the palm of his hand with a punch.

"George and Fernando, you take turns to participate in the offense in overtime. Nouri has been replaced, and the task of organizing the offense can only be left to you and them."

"Okay, boss." Gago responded.

Wood just nodded.

The tactics were basically finished, Dunn paused, and there was not much left in five minutes.

"Okay, guys. This is the last thirty minutes, the last thirty minutes of a season. We suffered unfair treatment just now, but listen to me, the best way to avenge this injustice is not to siege on the court. The referee, instead, slapped them with victory! When we win, we can say nothing. If you want to retaliate against them, then you can win the game first!"

"If you are tired, just grit your teeth and hold on! I don't want to see anyone discouraged at this time. You must know that you are a whole, an indispensable whole. If any one of you gives up first, it will bring your teammates. Big trouble..."

Speaking of this, Dunn suddenly remembered Pepe, who had been sent off because of impulse, did he give up first?

Dunn looked at the players in front of him, some of them were already exhausted from running for more than ninety minutes. The Forest team is one less person than Real Madrid, and in the next 30 minutes of the game, it will definitely be more tired than Real Madrid. He was really worried about the team's physical fitness and collapse at the last minute.

"Uh..." He scratched his head, "Pepe's end was an accident..." He was worried that the players would put the blame on Pepe in their hearts. "An irreversible accident. Remember what I said before the game? Compared with Real Madrid, we are a whole. Now there is one less person in this whole. What should we do? It's very simple." He spread his hands. "Everyone of you who are still on the court has to run a little longer than usual, do more than usual, and accumulate every little distance and some things!" Dunn stretched out his hand as if grabbing something. , And then squeeze hard.

"We are still eleven against them!"

The blood of the big guy who said this last sentence surged upwards. Suddenly, they all regained their confidence when they felt the game was difficult because of one missing person. The boss is right. As long as each of us runs a little more than usual and does more, will we make up for the loophole of Pepe being sent off?

What is team spirit?

At this moment, they experienced it firsthand.

This is team spirit!

Dunn looked back at the hallway, where he caught Pepe's figure. Sure enough, the kid didn't go back to the locker room, he was still on the sidelines watching everything that happened on the court.

Although the team got into trouble because of his impulse, he couldn't blame him, and he had to prevent the team from passing the blame on him. The Forest team must be united, otherwise they will not be able to reach the top of Europe and achieve a great triple crown.

Chris Lak came up: "Tony, it's time..."

Dunn then stood up from the ground, "Go on, guys. Don't forget that you are now eleven...no, twelve...not right." Dunn thought about it, "Coach Xijia Those fans who are on the bench plus the stands, and the fans of Nottingham Forest who can’t come to Madrid and can only watch the game in front of the TV. They are with you. You can have far more people than Real Madrid. What else is there to be afraid of, guys? They should be the one to be afraid of!" Dunn pointed to the Real Madrid players who were also getting up and preparing for the game next to him.

The players all laughed, they really have nothing to worry about. The psychological shock of Pepe's exit has long since disappeared.

"Okay, go to the court to teach them!" Dunn clapped his hands and walked off the court.

He saw Pepe again, and Pepe was peering toward him. The rules do not allow him to return to the court, even on the sidelines, he can only be at the entrance of the tunnel, just like a thief.

If Pepe had calmed down in the first place, it would be him who did it now.

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After the start of overtime, the Real Madrid players' morale was high and they sieged the Forest team's goal. It seems that the excitement of equalizing the score has not passed. Dunn was not in a hurry, watching Real Madrid besieging the Forest team's goal from the sidelines.

This was all in his expectation. Overtime is basically this trend-you attack halftime and I attack halftime.

Nottingham Forest defended in the first half and must withstand Real Madrid's offensive, even if the scene is ugly.

During this period of time, Real Madrid's offensive was in full swing, and once kicked a football on the goal post of the Forest team and almost made it.

There was another time Ronaldo chose to shoot directly from a small angle after breaking through Rafinha. The football hit the side net, making TV broadcasts and fans think that the ball was in. There was a huge cheer from the stands and the commentator blurted out: "The ball Go in!"

At that moment, Dunn could feel his heart stop beating. Fortunately, he soon found that Ronaldo was holding his head in his hands, completely annoyed.

"Damn..." Dunn cursed weakly. "Why are you so excited about playing a side net..."

It was difficult for Nottingham Forest to score Real Madrid in the first half. Real Madrid pressed on across the board, and launched a wave of offensive to the Forest team's goal amid the shouts of the home fans and the voices of everyone.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands chanted collectively: "Lalla! Magical Juanito! Lalala! Magical Juanito!!!"

This should have been a cry that was only remembered in the seventh minute of each game, and it sounded again in the seventh minute of overtime. Real Madrid fans have obviously let go of their previous arrogance and think that getting Nottingham Forest is easy. Today they need the help of Juanito's spirit.

Juan Juanito used to be Real Madrid’s number seven. In the sluggish 1970s and 1980s, Juanito’s fighting spirit was the spiritual symbol of Real Madrid at that time. He always fights at the last minute and never gives up. In order to win, he dared to kick the linesman and punch Matteus... Later he died in a car accident in 1992, and the Real Madrid club held a grand funeral for him at the king level. In the history of the Real Madrid club, he was only great before him. Mr. Santiago Bernabeu, the chairman of the country, has enjoyed such funeral treatment.

At this moment, Real Madrid fans feel dangerous. They knew that the enemy in front of them could not be defeated by showing off their feet, passing the ball from the heels, and being an artist. The Premier League teams always have such a strenuous effort that can scare their opponents.

Real Madrid fans must let Nottingham Forest know, don’t think that we only have artists at Real Madrid, we can only play with fancy footwork, we are also bloody, we will also fight!

After Gago got the ball in the midfield, his kick was a little slow, and Higuain was immediately pulled down from behind.

Gago, who fell to the ground, raised his hands to the referee again to signal that the opponent had committed a foul. Higuain has ran back quickly, the background makes one think of George Wood-he always ignores the opponent's protest and turns and runs away after fouling.

It seems that Higuain, a good baby, also got red eyes.

The Spanish commentator also completely put aside the position that the commentator should be fair and fair, and kept cheering for Real Madrid in the commentary.

"Come on Madrid! There was a passing error in Nottingham Forest! This is a good opportunity... Oh, it's a big stop! It's a shame to be hugged directly by Akinfeev!"

"Five minutes before the first half of overtime... Real Madrid is now besieging the goal of Nottingham Forest... This is a handball! Why didn't the referee judge it? This is obviously a foul!"

"George Wood knocked Ribery down. He should have received a red card! He was sent off even if it was a yellow card! Football played in Nottingham Forest is so ugly!"

"If the Forest team really wins the championship, I can only say that such a championship is absolutely not convincing. Let's see how they perform in these ten minutes! All retreat to defense in the penalty area, should football be like this? There are constant fouls... If you want to ask me to describe this final, I can only say:'Kick the ankle, kick the ankle, kick the ankle, kick the ankle!' What else? No more!"

"Intentionally wounding people, attacking linesman, dirty and indecent tactics, if such a team wins the European Champions Cup, it is really an insult to the supreme honor of the Champions League!"

These indignant Spanish narrators almost criticized Dunn as a **** asshole.

On the other side, the English commentators were worried about the future of Nottingham Forest. Real Madrid's offensive is too strong, and Dunn is blindly defensive. If he can't defend and let the team fall behind, it will also seriously damage the morale of the team.

"I always think the Forest team should strike back appropriately, but look at them now that they can't even make it through the midfield..."

"After all, this is the Bernabéu. Dunn should not underestimate the energy of Real Madrid in this stadium. Now Real Madrid has been forced to a dead end. Listen to the shouts of Real Madrid fans in the stands... What are they shouting? Trust! This is a famous tough guy in Real Madrid history!"

"I'm worried about Tony Dunn's heart. In the face of this offensive, can he stand up?"

In fact, Dunn was not only able to stand, but also very stable. Although Real Madrid's offensive is very fierce, Dunn is keenly aware that their offense can really threaten the goal not many times. The so-called thunder is like this.

Seeing that the first half time has come to the end, if Real Madrid can not score, then they should be unlucky in the second half. They consume too much energy and their aura is gradually declining.

With a sneer on Dunn's face, he finally heard the referee's whistle.

"The first half of overtime is over, and Tony Dunn's heart can finally rest! The two sides did not rest, and went directly to the fifteen-minute contest in the second half. In a sense, this is the last fifteen that determines the title of the champion. Minutes, if both sides can’t score, then it’s a penalty shoot-out! Real Madrid was considered stronger than Nottingham Forest before the game, and the final, which was supposed to win, was dragged to the 105th minute. I admit I was a little surprised."

"I still don't like the Forest team. After fifteen minutes, how much stamina is left for the Forest team with one less person? This is a very noteworthy question. Michelle clearly saw it. Overtime in the first half. Every player in the Forest team is running desperately to make up for Pepe’s weakness after leaving the field. Nottingham Forest has not lost a ball so far, and it is also related to their players' efforts. But after all, people are not machines, so high intensity against them How long can it last? Five minutes? Ten minutes? I bet that as long as Real Madrid continues to grit their teeth in the second half to strengthen their offensive, Nottingham Forest will collapse!"

The commentators made predictions for the overtime in the second half, and no one was optimistic about the exhausted Nottingham Forest.

Even an iron man like George Wood ran to the sidelines to ask for water while the two sides switched sides. It looked like he was exhausted, his shirt was just as if he had just been fished out of the water, panting for breath, and constantly pouring water into his mouth.

"George." Dunn leaned forward, not very close in order not to be noticeable.

Wood heard the coach's whisper, and he turned to look at Dunn.

"Uh..." Dunn scratched his hair, "I have always had a problem, which has been held in my heart for ten years."

Wood tilted his head and looked at Dun En in confusion. He didn't understand what the problem was, what it had to do with himself, and what it had to do with this game.

"That... do you remember? You returned my wallet to me, and we met through that wallet. What I want to ask is the kid who bumped into me on the street the day before and stole my wallet by hand. is that you?"

The expression on Wood's face changed, the doubts disappeared, but a little alert appeared.

Dunn looked at Wood with a grin, looking forward to his answer.

The referee must have noticed this, and Wood glanced at the referee, intending to turn around and run onto the court. But when he left, he didn't forget to answer Dun En's question: "Yes."

After speaking, he ran away.

Don't leave a smile looking at his back. The back of the running back and the back of the back who stole his wallet are superimposed. The running posture really won’t change even in another ten years...

If you didn't steal my wallet at the beginning, did I miss a genius and also miss the wonderful life of the next ten years?

Robin Hood, the thief who stole the wallet... Dunn found that what the outside media said was really not wrong-this is a team of thieves.

Well, let us steal the trophy in front of 80,000 people and hundreds of millions of TV viewers!

Dunn cast his gaze on the big silver ear cup at the exit of the tunnel.

There was light in his eyes, it was a light of greed.

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