champion godfather

Chapter 459 Volume [-] Red Forest Relaxation
Two days before the Champions League final, the Forest team arrived in Paris ahead of schedule.

"Paris, the capital of fashion. Anelka, how does it feel to be home?" Ribery asked his compatriots.

Anelka looked at the scenery outside the car window and said lightly: "It's not bad."

He was not born in Paris, but his first professional football club was Paris Saint-Germain, and he stayed in Paris long enough that he still has his house in Paris.

"Hey, I said, don't chat in French, we don't know what you are talking about." Ashley Yang on the side was very depressed.

"What beautiful women in France..." Eastwood whistled to the fashionable beauties walking by on the road outside.

"Freddy, you are the father of two children. Pay attention to your image." Dunn joked about the players in front, causing laughter in the car.

Everyone on the team looked relaxed, with one exception.

While turning his head to talk to Eastwood, Tang En glanced at George Wood who was sitting in the back row. He was staring at the Paris street scene outside the window in a daze, and didn't care about what just happened in the car.

Tang En sighed in his heart.

Originally, George Wood didn't have to come with the team, because he couldn't participate in the final at all.But Twain still insisted on bringing him, hoping to use this method to show that he is an important member of the team.This approach looks more like a consolation, but consolation is better than nothing.Wood must have felt like an outsider, everyone can dream of the Champions League final, but he can't.

And most importantly, Dunn couldn't comfort Wood now.He can't walk up to Wood's seat in full view and pat him on the shoulder and say, "It's okay, George. Even if you can't play, you're part of the team." Then everyone's attention will be on Wood, and this Exactly what Wood didn't want to happen.

Apart from looking at Wood from a distance and sighing in his heart, Tang En couldn't do anything.

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When the team bus arrived at their hotel, there were already many media waiting there.

This final has long been characterized by the media as "a decisive battle between artistic football and utilitarian football".Barcelona naturally represents artistic football, while Nottingham Forest is considered a representative of utilitarianism because of its insistence on defensive counterattacks and football with ugly scenes and beautiful results.

Tang En was very dissatisfied with this.He doesn't deny that his team is somewhat utilitarian, but he hates the media's simple and rude confrontation between the two teams.Put Barcelona on the altar to worship, but make Nottingham Forest the target of verbal criticism.

What happened to the ugly kick?Play badly and I can win.What about the art of kicking?Don't look at the current scenery of Barcelona, ​​who will not know the scenery in a few years.

Tang En, who was the first to get off the bus, had just stepped on the ground. Countless microphones protruded from both sides of the aisle. Questions were thrown at him one after another. There was nothing new about it. Most of them were related to Wood's absence. of.As the game approached, the topic of Wood's absence from the final heated up.Everyone wants to see how the Forest team, which started from defense, will deal with Barcelona after losing the most important defensive player in the team.

"How to deal with it? Don't you guys know when it's time for the competition?" While pushing forward, Tang En also answered similar questions in an unfriendly manner.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tang En. As we all know, your team has always relied on defense to enter the finals, so will Wood's absence make you more actively seek offense?" Someone in the crowd asked loudly.

When Tang En heard this question, he stopped and turned his gaze to the direction from which the voice came.This question touched his inverse scales, causing him to find great opportunities and excuses to spew out of his uneasy mood these days.

"Who asked this question just now?"

A bald man stood up. "Reporter from World Sports News..."

He was about to introduce himself, but Tang En interrupted him directly. "The media in Catalonia? No wonder. What, you look down on defense? You think it's shameful that we reached the final with defense? Barcelona is very artistic and offensive. If you have the ability, you suggest Rijkaard not to line up defenders and goalkeepers. Go on the field, attack to the end, art to the end? You have been reporting football for several years? Do you know football? Where are you from?" Tang En almost went on to say, "What is your mother's surname", but luckily he suppressed it at a critical moment The anger in my heart did not explode. "Do you know what defense is? Do you understand the significance of defense to modern football? Are you unhappy that we 'can' get to the final by defense? Do you think the team you support will have a headache facing our defense, so That's why you say that?"

The scolding started, Tang En didn't leave at all, he put the suitcase on the ground, and stretched out his finger to count for the Barcelona reporter in front of him: "Look at what you media wrote - the decisive battle between artistic football and utilitarian football! We are utilitarian Let me do the math for you, from the round of [-] to the end of the semi-finals, how many goals did Barcelona score? Six! How many goals did Nottingham Forest score? We scored five in the quarter-finals!" He opened his palms in front of the poor reporter. "By the end of the semi-finals, we scored nine goals! Don't you always like to use the number of goals to measure whether a team's offense is strong? We scored nine, Barcelona six. Who is utilitarian? Who is offensive? "

Someone in the crowd whistled, gloating and booing.Everyone likes to see Tang En do this, because it means that they will have explosive news soon.

The players who got out of the car saw the head coach pointing at a reporter's nose and scolding, so they all stopped to watch the excitement.Chris Rack urged them to get into the hotel quickly and don't waste time here.

"My team is not a circus for people's entertainment. I have no obligation to satisfy those little hobbies of you people. I only care about my supporters and the evaluation of the board of directors. The championship trophy is my goal. Is it good or not? Don't care. Art football? I'm not Picasso and Van Gogh. Goodbye, Mister Barcelona."

After venting his unhappiness, Tang En picked up the suitcase again, turned and left the bustling hotel entrance.

"WOW, Boss is so cool..." Lennon looked dumbfounded.

"I can predict what will be the headlines of the major media tomorrow..." Albertini said next to him, with a lot of helplessness in his tone.

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Before the final match, Nottingham Forest became the focus of media attention... To be precise, it was their head coach Tony Twain who became the focus of everyone's attention. The Spanish media responded to Twain's speech in front of the hotel yesterday. Slamming him for lacking basic respect, being megalomaniac and full of gibberish.

The media in Nottingham and even England supported Twain, tried hard to portray him as a character coach, and publicized that he said this because of his straightforward temper...

As for the other neutral media, they rushed to report the matter happily with the mood of watching the excitement.Some media's headlines are brilliant - the war between Tony Twain and Barcelona.

Readers can see this as Tang En's challenge to the Barcelona team alone, or as Tang En's challenge to the city of Barcelona and the Catalonia it represents behind it, just like Don Quixote.

In short, because of Tang En's impulsiveness, the focus of attention and the firepower of the opponent's media were all on him.

David Chris Lark is puzzled by this.He knew that Tang En had a bad temper when facing the media, and he also knew that Tang En was in a bad mood recently. Perhaps it was because the war was approaching, which made him a little nervous... But the reporter's question at that time did not blatantly criticize the Forest team. conservative tactics.The comments written in the newspapers by other media were much more polite. He didn't understand why Tang En became so angry.

The next day, Tang En specially called the waiter, gave him a tip, and asked him to go out and buy all the sports newspapers he could buy.Then he flipped all the newspapers he bought to the page with his photos and news, and placed them neatly side by side on the bed.

Sunlight poured in from the window, shining on the bed.He couldn't read French or Spanish, but that didn't stop him from admiring his own photos.

As if appreciating a work of art, he stood by the bed and tilted his head to look at the newspapers that smelled like ink.

So when David Chris Lark knocked on the door and came in, it was very weird to see this scene.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

"As you can see, read the newspaper." Tang En continued to read the newspaper on the bed without tilting his head.

"Looks like this?" Chris Lak walked over and tilted his head to look like Tang En, but he didn't see anything except those eye-catching photos.

"Do you understand?" So he asked.

"You don't need to understand, I can guess what they wrote. It's just the same old stuff... Want me to repeat it to you?"

Chris Rack shook his head: "I'm just here to ask you, Tony. I don't think it's right for you to lose your temper at the entrance of the hotel yesterday. It's very strange. Or... I think you lost your temper too suddenly. "

"It's not about playing a game to vent your emotions, you have to warm up in advance..." Tang En walked over, pointed to the newspaper on the bed and said, "Look, it's full of my photos, my name, they are all talking about me, whether it's support I still scold my mother, all the focus is on me..."

"You're famous, Tony. But you don't need to be..."

"Do you think I'm doing it for fame? Then I might as well go to the top of the Eiffel Tower and take off my clothes and pants to play bungee jumping." Tang En put away all the newspapers, vacated the bed, and threw himself onto the bed.He looked at Chris Rucker, who was still standing on the sidelines, and asked, "How are the players feeling?"

"It's all good."

"Are they nervous?"

"A few people got nervous, but not all."

"Is everything normal?"

Chris Laco nodded: "I think so."

"What about the reporters?"

"They're trying their best to interview you."

Hearing what the assistant coach said, Tang En laughed. "Let them find it."

"Hey, Tony, you haven't answered my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"Why did you get so angry all of a sudden?"

"Why... I just hope that the media can focus on me and give the team some space. So far, I've done a good job. Finally, no one will ask about those damn tactics and Wood's absence from the game. problem."

Tang En rolled over and sat up from the bed: "Let's go, David. It's lunch time."

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During lunch, everyone in the team was discussing Tang En's anger at the reporter yesterday.But Twain announced another piece of news: Free activities in the afternoon, players can go shopping or do other things, in short, try not to stay in the hotel room, and then return to the hotel at 05:30, gather to go to the Stade de France to adapt field training.Because of the TV broadcast, the final had to be held at night. In order to let the team get used to the feeling of enjoying the game, Twain also set the training time to that time.

The decision was echoed by the players with cheers.

Come to Paris, the capital of fashion and full of beauties.No one wants to lock themselves in a hotel room, young people want to go out and have fun.

Only Chris Lake reminded Tang En in a low voice: "Tony, the day after tomorrow is the game..."

"I know, that's why they have to relax, nervousness is not conducive to the game. This is not the era of hotel-training ground-pitch three-point line. They have their own entertainment, respect that. .”

After lunch and a short lunch break, the Forest players went out together.

Wood accompanies his mother to go shopping. Those who have girlfriends and wives are of course with their lovers.The bachelors went out together to find beautiful women.

Tang En was not idle either, he went out to meet Shania - this was an appointment before coming to Paris.

Shania was dressed like an ordinary little girl, and she couldn't relate to the iceberg beauty on the runway without makeup.Perhaps the only thing she used to conceal her identity was a pair of large sunglasses.

The two made an appointment to meet on the square in front of the Eiffel Tower. Today is sunny and very suitable for going out on a date.

"It's the Eiffel Tower again... almost everyone who comes to Paris will come here. You are so vulgar, Uncle Tony." Shania looked at the crowded Champ de Mars and sighed.The location of the date was decided by Tang En. Back then, he gave the name of the Eiffel Tower without hesitation on the phone, because that building is the most famous, and it has become a symbol of Paris and France in the world.It is also because too many people come here to visit, so it is completely out of touch with the "romantic French style". It may be okay to look at it from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that it is full of people, noisy and bustling.

"How? I'm just an ordinary person." Tang En answered Shania standing in front of him while taking pictures with a digital camera.

Shania glanced at Tang En.

"Are you going to take so many photos of an iron tower?"

"Who said I was taking pictures of the iron tower?"

"what?"

"Although the iron tower is beautiful, it is not as beautiful as people..."

Shania rolled her eyes. The square is full of people, but there are indeed many fashionable, sexy, or simple beauties walking past them.

"Shania, take off your sunglasses."

"What's the matter? The sun is too dazzling..." Shania took off her sunglasses even though she complained so much.She just took off her sunglasses and couldn't help squinting her eyes, and then she found that Tang En's camera lens was facing her.

"Yeah, it looks better without sunglasses. Do you know what you look like with sunglasses, Shania?"

"like what?"

"Toad."

"Uncle Tony!" Shania squinted her eyes angrily, but when she saw that Dun En pressed the shutter faster, she laughed again. "Well, actually, I don't like wearing sunglasses either...but who told me..."

"Who made you a celebrity now? You see I don't have to go out and wear sunglasses."

"Because you will wear it on the training ground." Shania countered.

Tang En took down the camera and turned it off.Then said to Shania: "Do you want ice cream?" There is a shop selling ice cream under the Eiffel Tower.

Shania hesitated for a while, then pouted and shook her head: "I still don't want it... I'm afraid of gaining weight. Models should always keep in shape..."

Tang En suddenly thrust the camera into Shania's hand: "Eating a bucket of ice cream won't make you gain weight immediately. I don't want you to be like those models who starve to death on the catwalk. Health is more important than anything else. You wait, I'm going to buy ice cream."

After speaking, Tang En turned around and strode towards the crowded ice cream shop.

Shania lowered her head and turned on the digital camera again, then flipped through the photos Tang En had just taken.To her surprise, she did not see countless photos of strange beauties in the memory card, and there was only one protagonist in all the photos—she, Judy Shania Jordana.

She wears sunglasses and looks around, she frowns and speaks, she purses her lips, she brushes her hair, she smiles, she rolls her eyes, she stares angrily... Where is the Eiffel Tower?I can't find it, and there is no beautiful and tall figure of this "Iron Lady" in a single photo.

Looking at it, Shania laughed.

Then she raised the camera and looked towards the ice cream shop. Through the electronic screen, she saw Uncle Tony holding up two ice cream cones with both hands, struggling to squeeze out of the crowd.

This is nothing like the high-spirited Mr. Tony Twain, the youngest and most popular head coach in Europe who directs the team to charge from the sidelines of the game, and has a big spat with the media off the court...

Shania pointed the camera at Twain in the crowd, zoomed in, and pressed the shutter.

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