champion godfather

Chapter 466 Volume [-] Who the Red Forest Loves

"Eto'o - Eto'o! Shot! Goal, goal! Unbelievable! They scored twice in five minutes and equalized! Like lightning... Nottingham Forest didn't react at all! "

"The format of the game was reversed in an instant! Nottingham Forest's advantage was gone! Tony Twain's team defended for 10 minutes, but did not hold onto their one-goal lead... They were too conservative!"

"The game wouldn't have been the way it was if the Norwegian referee hadn't sent off a man. Nottingham Forest played convincingly before the equalizer and they were so close to being the winners...it's a pity."

Commentators from various countries have expressed their views on this goal.Those who tended to Barcelona naturally applauded, while those who tended to Nottingham Forest complained for Twain.

In the VIP box on the upper floor of the Stade de France, when he saw Eto'o score the overtake goal, Evan Doughty slapped his thigh and sat next to him, regardless of the presence of others. Allen shook his head slightly, and the good situation just slipped away from them...

Of course Sophia knew what happened on the field, she turned to look at George Wood sitting beside her.

Her son stared at the court with a blank expression, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

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"Nottingham Forest requested a substitution. On the 9th, Niklas Bendtner replaced Zimbunda who was cramping... This was the last substitution for Coach Tony Twain, and it was still an adjustment on the striker line. This situation is really ironic. Everyone said that the Forest team is a symbol of conservative utilitarianism, but in this game, coach Twain made two substitutions with offensive players replacing defensive players... If they hadn't been sent off, Forest might have The team will not play much worse than Barcelona."

Nikaras Bendtner strode onto the pitch with nine minutes to go into stoppage time.

Can he become the hero who saves the team at the last moment?
God knows...

Barcelona, ​​who overtook the score, began to recover their defense, while Nottingham Forest attacked.Tang En's substitution told his subordinates, at the last moment, stop defending and attack.

Albertini gritted his teeth and persisted. He could no longer run, but he still rushed up and took a long shot.The quality of this long-range shot was quite high, and it flew out against the crossbar, shocking Valdés into a cold sweat.

"Nichlas Bendtner! Header!"

This time, the Danish kid's close-range attack was embraced by Valdes because he was too positive.

Rijkaard couldn't sit still anymore, he walked out from the coach's bench, stood on the sidelines with his arms folded, staring nervously at the court.

Those two goals are not so much the effect of his substitutions and adjustments, it is better to say that he is lucky.Before the goal, although Barcelona had been playing against the Forest team on the scene, the number of threatening shots was not as many as the Forest team, and there were few real opportunities.

Tang En also couldn't sit still, he stood on the sidelines, kept waving his hands and shouting to let the team press up, and then press up.

"Don't fucking defend! Attack me!"

Arteta broke through with the ball in the middle and fell to the ground after breaking into the penalty area.There was a huge shout from the stands.

"Penalty kick!" Tang En jumped up from below.

But the referee blew his whistle and gave Arteta a yellow card, indicating that he just dived!
"You fucking blind referee!" Tang En didn't care about any punishment, he cursed as soon as he opened his mouth off the court.Seeing that the players were going up to the referee to argue, he yelled again from below: "Stop arguing! Waste of time!"

When the game was about to end in the last few minutes, Barcelona, ​​which represented art and beautiful football, was pinned down in its penalty area by Nottingham Forest, a symbol of utilitarianism, and was extremely embarrassed.

"This time it's Eastwood...passing the ball...and passing?! Too small, too small!"

"Pepe came forward with the ball, he passed Ronaldinho! Eto Ozai chased him... Foul! Looks like the Cameroonian is going to get a yellow card."

"It's a Nottingham Forest free-kick... Paul Gerrard goes up! It's crazy..."

"Gerrard didn't win the ball, the football was still at the feet of the Forest team players, he didn't run back to his goal, but stayed in the frontcourt... The Forest team went crazy!"

If it wasn't for the rules not allowing it, Twain even wanted to rush up and shoot the goal by himself.

The people in Barcelona saw that Paul Gerrard did not return to the defense, and they all wanted to grab the ball and hang the goal directly from a long distance.If you score such a goal in the Champions League final, your name will definitely be recorded in history forever.

Eto'o relied on his active pressing to grab the ball at the feet of the Forest players. He looked up and saw that Paul Gerrard was desperately returning to the defense, so he wanted to shoot with his foot.

At this moment, Albertini jumped out from the side, made a fierce tackle, and sent him flying with the ball!

"Albertini! Foul in time!"

"This foul deserves a red card!"

At the end of the game, the commentators from two different places were also very different.The England commentators sided with Forest, while the Catalan and Spanish commentators sided with Barcelona.

Perhaps it was because at the end of the game, the referee finally stopped killing and only showed Albertini a yellow card. This made the Barcelona players a little dissatisfied. This opportunity delays the game time.

Albertini got up and gestured to the referee to look at his watch, reminding him to pay attention to the tricks of the Barcelona people.

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The final moments of the game were very chaotic. While trying to delay the game time, one side went all out to equalize the score.The tempers of the two teams are grumpy, and conflicts are almost certain. Almost every foul will lead to confrontation between players from both sides.

Watching this out-of-control scene off the court, Tang En felt helpless.

He could have predicted that result.

History returns to the right path at the most critical moment, no matter what method is used, it will still end in that way.Just like people never care about the process, only care about the result.No matter how much the "BUG" of the Forest team has changed the process, as long as the result has not changed, then people think that history has not changed.

Tang En looked up at the sky, and the intense lighting filled the entire court space, and he couldn't see anything.The night sky was white. He just looked up until he heard three whistles from the field, followed by cheers...

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"The game is over! Barcelona are the new European champions! Congratulations to them! They beat Nottingham Forest... It was a tough fight! But anyway, they are the winners now, the kings of Europe!"

"Congratulations to Barcelona! Now this Barcelona looks like an invincible armada!"

"European champions-Barcelona! They proved that the predictions that were optimistic about them before the game were correct. They are superior and deserved to win!"

Cheers resounded through the night sky of Paris.

Tang En withdrew his gaze and stood up from his seat.Beside him, the bench and the coaching bench were silent, and the people of Nottingham Forest seemed unable to accept this defeat.

They have been glorious for a season, gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, no matter how powerful an opponent is, they have to bow their heads, and now they are finally defeated...

No, lost?
At least Dunn didn't admit it.

"Stop keeping silent, go up with me to comfort the players." Tang En said to Chris Lak, who was covering his face beside him.

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The young Arteta squatted on the ground with his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling. There were obvious tears on his face and he had just cried.

Before Twain and Chris Lark stepped onto the court, Albertini was already doing what they were going to do.

As the captain of the team, as a veteran who is used to big storms, failures and victories have occupied the same proportion in his career, and he has long known how to face such losses.

Now he is comforting his teammates one by one.After comforting Arteta, going to comfort Leighton Barnes, Paul Gerrard, Nicholas Bendtner... One by one, Twain and Chris Lark who came up seemed a bit redundant.

Tang En really wanted to say something, but looked at the players lying on the ground, he opened his mouth and still didn't say anything.

He could only go up, patted their shoulders one by one, and touched their heads.

It's useless to say more at this time.Words of comfort and encouragement should be left until they calm down.

After simply comforting everyone, Tang En turned and walked towards the corridor where reporters gathered.

"Mr. Tang En, please accept an interview!" There, he was stopped by countless reporters.

"There's nothing to say. We won against Barcelona and lost to the referee. It's that simple." Tang En was a little impatient and wanted to leave, but was stopped again.

"About the referee's question, with all due respect, Mr. Tang En. Van der Sade's foul should indeed be a red card, according to the rules..."

"Yes, according to the rules, it is indeed a red card." Tang En nodded. "But if everything is so rigid, why do we have people as referees, why the hell don't we get a robot, or put hundreds of cameras outside the stadium and watch the replay in slow motion To officiate a game? I don't want to criticize the referee's level, but unfortunately, the referee who officiated the European Champions Cup final has no idea what the 'art of law enforcement' is!"

"We lost one man 8 minutes into the game and we were still ahead of Barcelona to 76 minutes. I'm proud and happy with my team's performance. Barcelona is strong? Maybe, it's just for the others For me, they are not as good as my team. I don't think it is that strong when you have so many world-class stars and you can barely win at the last minute. I put the championship The trophy goes to Nottingham Forest and no matter how you look at it, we are champions."

Facing countless microphones, recording pens, mobile phones... Tang En raised his arms high and said: "This is the third championship trophy in the history of Nottingham Forest Club, thank you!"

After speaking, he no longer ignored the shouting and retention of those reporters, turned around and left the mixed area.

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In the box, Evan Daugherty was shaking hands with Laporta, the chairman of the Barcelona club. The latter had a particularly bright smile on his face, and shook Evan's hand vigorously.

Evan Daugherty, on the other hand, could barely squeeze out a smile, trying to be polite and demeanor in front of his opponent.He was dealing with the safety of his opponent, but he glanced at Sophia who was standing alone at the door of the box. Her son George Wood had already left the box full of hypocrisy and compliments.

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Tang En met Wood at the door of the locker room.

"Why don't you accompany your mother?"

"I want to come down and have a look."

"This game... what do you think?"

"Bad luck."

Tang En laughed out of his nose: "Luck? Maybe..." He pointed behind him, "They are still crying on the field, you go."

Wood nodded and walked past Tang En.

Tang En pushed open the locker room door, and he saw Van der Sar sitting alone inside.Because he was sent off with a red card, he couldn't even go to the bench, so he could only sit in the locker room and watch the game on TV.

Seeing that it was Tang En walking in, Van der Sar stood up from his seat: "I'm sorry..."

Tang En interrupted his apology with a wave of his hand.

"There's nothing to apologize for, you've done a great job, we might not have made it to the final without you. Get out, be with the team, don't sit here alone."

Van der Sar walked out obediently, leaving Tang En alone in the locker room.He sat down, leaned against the wall, let go of his heavy burden, and let out a long breath.

Although he vented his frustration just now by taking the opportunity of an interview in the mixed area, his feeling of loss has not been relieved at all.

In front of people, he needs to play various roles, always wearing a mask of one kind or another.Now that there was no one else in the locker room except him, he could finally show a little bit of frustration.

He rubbed his hair, and the hairstyle he combed before the game was messed up like a bird's nest.

It stands to reason that, as a head coach who has become a monk halfway, as the first time he led his team to participate in the Champions Cup, being able to reach the final is already considered a great success. I am afraid that it will be more joyful to put it on anyone.Second place in the league and runner-up in the Champions League are really good results for a team like Nottingham Forest.

But Tang En just felt unwilling.The league champion has no chance because Chelsea is too strong and the points difference between the two sides is too large.He pinned all his hopes on the Champions Cup. The Forest team made it all the way to the final, only one step away from success... no, only half a step away!Half a step... For a while, he felt that his hand had already grasped the handle of the Champions Cup, and in just ten minutes, he would be able to carry the Big Ears Cup home...

If it is going to fail, wouldn't it be better to let him be eliminated in the Champions League group stage?Why play him like this?
oh god you son of a bitch... son of a bitch...

Tang En really wanted to throw something, but he didn't want the players to find something abnormal in the locker room when they came back later, so he could only sit on the chair and sulk.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the locker room door being pushed open.

David Chris Lark appeared in front of him: "Tony? Tony?"

"Well?"

"It's time to go out and receive the award..."

"Award? What kind of award?" Tang En asked in a very unhappy tone.

"Uh... silver medal..." Chris Lark was taken aback by Tang En's tone.

"Don't go!"

"Tony..."

"What's there to get? The stigma of the loser? A shitty silver medal? There's only one champion, so what do you do with the silver medal? Sell it for money?! Go out and laugh as a foil to those winners? Make their champion look More brilliant? Laughing like a whore and selling yourself?! Don’t go! Isn’t Barcelona amazing? Let them play by themselves!” Tang En yelled at Chris Lak in the empty locker room, his angry voice echoed in Chris Lak echoed in the ears.

"Tony, this is not good..." Chris Lak was frightened, and he didn't know what else to do except mechanical persuasion.

"Why not? That's great! It's such a big stage, it's brilliant, and it belongs to a champion team, how great! What are we losers going to join in the fun with?"

Tang En sat down and stopped talking, the only sound in the dressing room was his heavy breathing.Chris Rack stood in front of him, neither walking nor persuading...

At this moment, club president Evan Doughty walked in.

"what happened?"

When Chris Lark saw the chairman, he seemed to see the savior: "Mr. Chairman... Tony, he refused to accept the medal..."

Evan looked at Tang En who was sulking in the chair, and then said to Chris Lak: "You go out first, he will be out soon."

Chris Rack nodded and turned to leave.

After he closed the locker room door, Evan said to Tang En: "Tony, it's not good for you. You make it difficult for your assistant..."

"I know too... I just wanted to vent, but he ran into the gun." Tang En's tone was not as intense as before. "terribly sorry……"

"You come down and tell David yourself. It's not easy to be your assistant. In addition to helping you work, you also need to vent your anger..."

Tang En scratched his head.

"I can understand the anger in your heart, because I am as upset as you are about this bloody game. But... don't let people attack you. Don't make too many enemies, Tony... Listen to me, go out and collect the award Well, the players are watching you..."

The last sentence persuaded Tang En.Yes, no matter how unhappy and angry he is with this game, he can vent his dissatisfaction in this locker room, but he cannot let those players who have fought for nine or 10 minutes bear this anger.As the head coach, it's really outrageous to lock yourself here and get angry, leaving your subordinates alone.

He stood up from the chair: "Okay, I'll go out. But I'm not giving UEFA this face, I'm..."

Evan patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him: "I know, you are for your own team. Let's go."

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The bosses of UEFA finally waited until Twain came out of the tunnel, and when Twain came out, he immediately became the focus of the media's attention.It seems that when he was late, everyone had fully understood his dissatisfaction with the game.

Barcelona's players and coaches were still celebrating the victory, they didn't care about the mood of a loser, and they didn't care whether Twain was late.

Tang En glanced at those people, without the slightest smile on his face.

He is determined not to give UEFA this face.

The players of the Forest team came to the stage to accept the silver medal one by one. They were listless and just replied politely when facing the comfort of UEFA officials.

Twain was the last to go up. As the youngest coach that UEFA had previously promoted, he didn't appreciate it at all.He went up with a straight face, and shook hands with UEFA President Johansson, who was in charge of licensing, as if his own father had died.He didn't bow his head and let the other party hang his card like everyone else, but took it with his hands, grabbed it, turned around and walked away.

He had no recollection of what Johansson said, did not catch it at all.

Seeing this scene below, Evan Dalgety could only shake his head helplessly.Tang En was very clear about what kind of person he was, and it was already a great deal of face for him to accept the award.

But it's not over yet.Just when everyone was about to expect the champion to take the stage, the cameras followed the character coach together.

When Tang En came down, he saw those Barcelona people who raised their arms high and cheered, as well as the four on-duty referees who were standing on the edge of the stage, ready to go on stage to accept the awards. Recorded on live TV footage.

He turned around and saw a little caddy standing on the sidelines, holding a digital camera, a notebook, and a marker. It looked like he was waiting here, preparing to take photos with his idol players and ask for their autographs.It's not surprising that Tang En has seen many people like this.He walked straight over, hung the silver medal around his neck, and then turned and left without hesitation under the surprised eyes of the little caddy.

Seeing this scene on the screen, the TV commentator simply didn't know what to say...

The UEFA officials over there just gave him the silver medal, and he just gave it away.Isn't this too disrespectful to UEFA?
After Tang En disappeared in the tunnel, the live broadcast screen was immediately cut to the awarding officials, and sure enough—all of them had embarrassed smiles on their faces.

No one thought that Tony Twain would do such a thing in front of so many people, right?

Evan Daugherty covered his face.

Tony you bastard...

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