champion godfather

Chapter 542 Volume [-] The Storm Killed Them

While everyone was still discussing last night's exciting game with great interest, the Nottingham Forest players were already undergoing adaptive training in the morning at Stamford Bridge.

In this training session, Twain did not ask the team to conduct any closed training. Reporters from all walks of life gathered at Stamford Bridge, hoping to see what the hell the Forest team was doing behind closed doors these days.

The result disappointed them.Of course, Tang En would not engage in any tactical drills in such a public place, except for simple shooting training, which is to let the players run in circles.

Of course, they will not completely lose hope. After training, there will be a pre-match press conference attended by both managers.At the meeting, both Dunn and Mourinho will answer questions from the reporters. At that time, they can throw out any questions they have, and let these two unruly and hard-to-approach head coaches answer them.

Unlike before when they came to Chelsea to play in the league, the Forest players had more serious expressions on their faces.They all know what kind of game it is, how important it is for their coach, for the team they play for, and for themselves.

George Wood is always the one who trains the most seriously. Even when running laps, he runs at the forefront, attracting everyone's attention.At the beginning, some people thought that he was trying to show off on purpose, but later found that he did it no matter what the situation, so they got used to it.

Seeing how vigorously he was running, no one offered to let him rest.It's the game tonight, and everyone is very confident in Wood's physical fitness.

The reporters who took pictures on the sidelines quickly got tired of this kind of boring lap training. They didn't come here to watch a group of people run.

A few bold reporters came up and planned to interview Tang En on the spot.In fact, this was allowed, but because Tang En always gave people a feeling that he was inaccessible, the reporters were not sure whether Tang En would accept their interview this time.

When Dunn realized that there were more people beside him, he turned his gaze from the field to his side.

All the reporters came, including two old acquaintances—Pierce Bruce and Tang Jing.

After taking a very unfriendly look at these people, Tang En turned his face away again.

"Isn't it 15 minutes of public time?" he muttered.

"There are still 5 minutes." Tang next to him knew what he meant and replied with a smile.

"Hmm..." Tang En rubbed his chin, "Let those boys run for another 5 minutes."

When the fitness coach led the team and ran past the coaching staff, he was about to hand over the team to Tang En, but he was a little surprised when Tang made a gesture for him to continue, but he still complied.

There was a groan from someone in the ranks, who had fallen prey to confrontation between the boss and the press.Only George Wood looked normal, leading with his head held high.

"What did this kid grow up on..." Franck Ribery looked at Wood's back and said with a sad face. "monster!"

During these 5 minutes, a reporter finally asked Tang En some questions, all about the semi-finals tonight.For example, how does the Forest team plan to deal with Chelsea, will the Forest team continue to defend and counterattack, who is in the Forest team's starting list... and so on.

In this regard, Tang En was all perfunctory.

"The game at night? Don't you guys know about it at night? Is it necessary to ask now?"

This answer really made the reporters helpless.

"Mr. Tang En, you will know rightly when the game comes. But our readers also need some news to keep them looking forward to the game tonight..." The BBC reporter came out to be the leader.

When he said this, the other reporters nodded in agreement.

Tang Enhe didn't want to break his face with these media, after all, there are still many places where they can be used in the future.He glanced at the training field, the players were still running circles, unplanned physical training...

"Ah, that's it. In fact, there is nothing to talk about. We and Chelsea are 'old rivals'. I know Mr. Mourinho as I know my wife... Of course, if I have a wife." He said The words made the reporters present laugh. "Similarly, I believe that Mr. Mourinho is as familiar with me as he is with his wife. It can be said that this is a game without any secrets. The competition between the two sides is real strength, not some other mess. things... do you understand what I'm saying?"

The reporters nodded.

"So, you see, our training is the same as usual. Speaking of it, I would like to switch with Mr. Ferguson... Last season we played Arsenal in the semi-finals, this season we played Chelsea, and we always go back and forth. Domestically, I really don’t feel like playing in the European Champions Cup. I still want to take this opportunity to travel abroad.”

There was another burst of laughter.The atmosphere looks good.

Just when the reporters felt that there was something interesting today and they could collect more information, Tang En raised his arm and pointed to the watch on his wrist: "I'm sorry, the time for public interviews is over, my friends."

At this time, everyone woke up like a dream.Tang En babbled nonsense here for a long time, just to run out of time...

After those annoying reporters were reluctantly invited out of the stadium by the security guards, Tang En stopped the team from continuing to practice laps, and then let them sit together to rest, while he stood in the middle and spoke to everyone.

"Five minutes won't drain you all, right?" Tang En pointed at Ribery, who was panting heavily, "If you pretend again, you'll be a substitute, Frank."

Ribery's breath immediately eased, and someone beside him burst into laughter.

The starting list has been announced, and Ribery, who is in good shape, is on the list.

"I don't need to say more, you all know what the game is tonight... If anyone still thinks it's just a normal league game, you can raise your hand now, we still have time to wake you up. Answer me loudly, the night is fucking What game?"

"Champion cup!"

Everyone roared in unison.

"Very good! This is the knockout round. We have worked hard for a season, and once we lose, we will have nothing! At that time, no one will sympathize with us. I believe you have fully realized the cruelty of this world. Flowers, applause , Glory belongs only to winners, losers have nothing! I am not in this business to be a foil for others, and you are not playing football to be a stepping stone for winners! Nottingham Forest football is winning football, football that cannot win Useless! Useless!" Tang En stomped on the turf under his feet, as if he could sink the Stamford Bridge. "We've never lost to Chelsea, it's Chelsea who are feeling scared, not us. Show them our football tonight!"

After the morale-boosting speech, Tang En asked Tang to stand up and explain the specific tactics to the players.Tang, who is more professional in this kind of work, is obviously more suitable than himself.

Tang stood up, holding a tactical board, and explained the tactics of the game and their respective tasks to each player around him, including the substitute players.This kind of meticulous work is suitable for people like Tang.

In fact, explaining tactics is a thankless task, which was done by Chris Rack before Tang.After Tang came, he couldn't wait to leave this job to the newcomer Tang.

Because the players all have their own ideas and hope to have that kind of performance on the court, but the tactics cannot cater to everyone's preferences, so there will inevitably be people who are dissatisfied with the tactical arrangements.And this dissatisfaction is basically vented to the coach who came to arrange tactics for them.If Tang En needs Anelka to defend, when Tang goes to Anelka, the French striker will definitely give Tang a face.

If you change to a grumpy coach, it is estimated that the two sides will have a high chance of quarreling.Tang's personality is a little softer, and he is the most suitable for this kind of thing.He only takes it as a job, no matter how the players treat him, those faces can't get into his eyes and heart.

Of course, the head coach can also do these tasks by himself.But Twain's thinking is - since I hired an assistant coach, it's not for the sake of supporting them and getting a salary, and let them do everything they can do.Those who can do more work...

Tang En spent half an hour telling all the players all the specific tactics and details, and the team continued to train. This time, without the presence of the media, Tang En conducted tactical drills.Rehearse all the tactics you have just arranged to see how well you have mastered them.

After training, the players went to the locker room to shower and change under the guidance of the assistant coach, while Twain went directly to the press conference.There, there are reporters and opponents waiting for him.

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The two enemies met at the door of the press conference, it seems that this should be a chance encounter.

"Closed training, isn't it because of fear, Mr. Tang En?" Mourinho took the lead in attacking. "Is there any secret between us?"

Hearing this, Dunn laughed out of his nose: "A team that has never lost to Chelsea will be afraid of Chelsea. Thank you for your joke, Mr. Mourinho, although it is a bit cold."

He has never defeated Twain, and he is Mourinho's opponent. Twain hopes to use this to irritate his opponent.But obviously Mourinho is also a master of psychological warfare. He was unmoved and just shrugged: "Is it a joke? You will know it during the game."

"You're right. Since we knew about it during the game, what are we talking about here now? Why don't we go out and have a drink together." Tang En pointed to the exit and turned to leave.

"I don't think the reporters inside will agree." Mourinho pointed to the door of the press conference.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Tang En turned 360 degrees and then turned back.He gestured, "Please, Mr. Mourinho."

Mourinho was not polite, opened the door and walked in.Tang En followed closely behind.

Because of the arrival of the two protagonists, the press conference quickly fell silent.After the two sat down, everyone raised their hands impatiently.

Dunn and Mourinho looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Such enthusiastic media troubled them...

In the press conference at this sensitive moment before the game, Twain always adhered to one principle: Tai Chi.Push it away if you can, bypass it if you can, and never go straight to the point if you can ramble.Anyway, there is only so little time, and it will be fine when it runs out.

He sat down and watched the host leisurely "ordering troops".

Generally speaking, the questions are allocated fairly fairly to the two head coaches, and no one will feel left out, and no one will feel bored by answering too many questions.

Most of the questions Tang En and Mourinho needed to answer were "Will a certain star player appear in the night's starting list?" "How is a certain player's state recently?" Will it affect playing at night"... This is a very normal question.

Dunn wasn't surprised by this, because he knew that the real core part hadn't come yet.According to the usual practice, the media always ask for the information needed in the regular pages first, so as to ensure that tomorrow's newspapers will not leave a large area empty and look too ugly.It was only at the end that some very harsh questions were asked, which made the head coaches unable to step down.

He was somewhat absent-mindedly dealing with the "routine questions" thrown at him, while calculating in his mind how long it would be before he "off work".Until Tang Jing was finally clicked to stand up after raising her hand for a long time.

"Hello, I'm Tang Jing, a reporter from China's "Sports Weekly". Three questions." Tang Jing stood up and said in English, "First, Nottingham Forest has not lost to Chelsea since being coached by Twain. This is the third time the two sides have met each other this season. Does Coach Twain have the confidence to continue this undefeated record? Second, if I remember correctly, before this season, Coach Twain mentioned the goal of the Forest team this season You are the champion of the Champions League. I really want to ask Coach Twain where your confidence comes from. Third, there have been rumors that you and Mr. Mourinho have a bad relationship. Are you going to admit this?"

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to the Chinese female reporter.

I really didn't expect Tang Jing to ask these three questions. Tang En looked at her with some surprise, while Mourinho at the side turned his attention to Tang En.

"Please answer, Mr. Tang En." Seeing that Tang En did not speak, Tang Jing reminded him with a smile.

"Tsk. First, I don't think losing to Chelsea is a good thing. If you can keep this team unbeaten, of course it is a good thing. I think your question is nonsense. No coach will answer this When I ask this question, I say 'I think we might lose'. Second, I tell you that my confidence is a dream, believe it or not, Miss China Reporter? One day I woke up and felt someone in my ear Whispers - you guys will definitely win the European Champions Cup this season. Do you believe it?"

Some reporters couldn't help laughing.

Tang Jing turned her head and stared fiercely at the direction where the laughter came from.

"You asked me where my confidence came from, and I told you it came from my team. Are you satisfied with this answer? We should have been European champions last season. My players have that quality and I am theirs. Coach, I know that. Better than any of you in this room."

"As for the third question..." Tang En turned his head to look at Mourinho, and found that Mourinho was also looking at him, so he immediately turned his face back.

"What is my personal relationship with Mr. Mourinhoka has nothing to do with this game, and I refuse to answer." He looked at Tang Jing and said word by word.

"Why doesn't it matter? If this match is changed to another opponent, how much will you have to win? What are your chances of winning?" Tang Jing was not reconciled, she continued to ask questions.

"Your quota of three questions has been used up, Miss Tang." Tang En said with a cold face, not intending to continue entanglement with Tang Jing.

It was Mourinho who came out to smooth things over for the two of them: "I think this lady...got the key to the problem. The key is not who our opponent is, but what kind of game it is. For For Chelsea, no matter who the opponent is, as long as it is a crucial game, it will never allow failure."

Tang En sat next to him and didn't speak, but he acquiesced to Mourinho's statement in his heart.It was rare for him to find common ground with Mourinho.

Tang Jing glanced at Tang En, who was silent beside her, and accepted Mourinho's answer. She sat down and stopped raising her hand to ask questions.

She was going to ask Mourinho the third question, but she doesn't need it now.

The host was keenly aware that the atmosphere of the press conference had become abnormal, so he wisely stopped the press conference.

After getting down, Tang En walked up to Mourinho specifically: "It's unexpected that we have something in common. I also agree with what you said to that woman. How about it, for the sake of us having something in common, do you want to?" Want to have a drink together?"

Of course, he didn't sincerely invite Mourinho to have a drink, but he just acted like he was very gracious.At the same time, some psychological warfare before key games.

Mourinho also knew Tang En's thoughts. If he answered "Okay", it would definitely embarrass Tang En.But he wouldn't do such a thing, not because he didn't want to embarrass Tang En, but because he didn't want to drink with Tang En at all.Just like no one likes dating someone they hate.

"Although I really want you to pay for the drinks, I think if one day we can sit down and drink together...Mr. Tang En, guess when it will be?" Mourinho said.

"When?" Dunn asked.

"After you and I retire." After leaving this sentence, Mourinho walked away.

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"After several days of waiting... the game is finally about to start!" Chris Lack murmured excitedly in the bus.

To his side, through a car window, was Stamford Bridge, already in a frenzy.

The blue for Chelsea fans, the red for Nottingham Forest fans came from all directions and gathered in this stadium.Agitate, then disperse, and then accumulate strength, rush towards the opponent again, full of passion...

This is the charm of the world's number one sport.No matter who these fans are in daily life—company executives in suits and leather shoes, ordinary people with vulgar speech, gentle professors in institutions of higher learning, or quiet teenagers... After stepping into this stadium, they all become The same creature ruled by the most primal emotions - fans.

For them, there is no reason at all, and only defeating the opponent can calm them down.

Alcohol is the best catalyst for this kind of emotion. Countless people raised their glasses high, shouted their slogans to support the team, and desperately wanted their opponents to retreat.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! We are champions! We are destined to be European champions!"

"Let's talk about it after we pass this level, shit!"

"Double for blue Chelsea! To hell with red!"

"We are the strongest team! Nottingham - Forest Forest!"

"It used to be, a bumpkin from Nottingham!"

"You never were, poor London nouveau riche!"

"We're fucking rich! We're richer than you poor bastards!"

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Such verbal provocations and battles took place in every corner of the stadium. The police were on the verge of an enemy, desperately maintaining order on the scene.

"I like this kind of noise." Tang En, who got out of the car, looked at the messy square around him and nodded in admiration. "Audible swearing, sweat, saliva and the smell of alcohol... awesome!" He raised his fist to the waiting Nottingham Forest fans, a gesture that elicited cheers from the Forest supporters' camp.People like them like to see Twain flaunting his might on the opponent's chassis, not to mention how exciting it is!
Of course, if you get the approval of your own people, you will naturally be jealous of your opponents.On the other side, there was a lot of scolding and booing against Twain in the camp of Chelsea fans.

Nottingham Forest is a very special team among the twenty teams in the Premier League.When other teams fight on the enemy's base, the players are always the first to be booed and abused by the opponent's fans.Only in this team, the players are fine, and the one who gets scolded the most and the most must be their head coach Tony Twain.

Fans of some teams even made up multiple cursing songs against Twain...

Hearing the curses and boos from the Chelsea fans, the Nottingham Forest fans immediately sprang into action. They yelled loudly at Twain. Although they seemed to be addressing Twain, their voices were so loud that everyone in the audience could hear them clearly. .

"Hey Tony! Go give us another fucking win!"

"You're not afraid of Mourinho, are you?!"

"Tony, if you can win Chelsea, I'll buy you a drink when you go back! You can drink as much as you want!"

Tang En led the players to walk between the fans of both sides. The fans of Nottingham Forest kept trying to break through the police's obstruction. They came up and patted Tang En on the shoulder, pinning their hopes on this man.

On the other side, there are forest-like middle fingers and mouths ready to make the sound of "FUCK"...

It's really a world of ice and fire.

Tang En walked between the flames and the ocean with a smile on his face, and walked towards the visiting team's locker room.

Regardless of his seemingly calm appearance, in fact his heart has exploded, just like a volcanic eruption, just waiting for the right moment, bursting out fiery red hot magma, boiling the cold sea water into water vapor.

"The boss is so handsome..." Gareth Bell looked at Tang En's back from behind the team and couldn't help sighing.

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Change clothes, warm up, return.

The pre-match preparations were all done, Twain was now standing in front of eleven players in full gear, and behind him were those substitute players, coaches, and team doctors.

"Coach Tang has already arranged the specific tactics for you in detail. How we want to play was also decided in the training session a week ago. The state is good, there is no problem with physical fitness, and there are no major injuries... We have prepared so It's been a while, all the preparations are done." Tang En slapped his hands, "What's left? Nine and 10 minutes of the game, and... a victory."

Then he motioned for everyone—the starting 11 in front of him and the bench players and coaches behind him—to form a circle around him, with their arms around their shoulders and their heads bowed.Standing in the middle, he looked at these people and said to them: "Remember, it doesn't matter how Chelsea are ahead of us in the league, don't care whether they have any hope of winning the league championship now, don't care what their strength is. They absolutely Not our final opponent. This is the semi-final, guys. We're not aiming for a little Stamford Bridge, Athens is where we're going. Don't stop until I'm on the Olympic Stadium in Athens! Don't stop until I win the European Champions Cup! Don't stop until I say 'OK'! All opponents who dare to stand in front of us, whether it is Barcelona, ​​or AC Milan, Inter Milan, Real Madrid, or Chelsea... I'll kill them all!" He swung his hand violently, as if chopping off a sharp knife in his hand.

"Kill them!"

A beastly roar erupted in the visiting locker room.

(End of this chapter)