champion godfather

Chapter 548 Volume [-] Storm Wins the First Round

The highest state of defensive counterattack is to let the opponent press you and play for 89 minutes and 50 seconds. During this period, you are in a state of embarrassment and danger.but……

This "but" is the essence of defensive counterattack.

But you don't concede the ball and then use a counter-attack in the last ten seconds, succeed in a sneak attack and freeze the score at 1-0.you win.

Therefore, defensive counterattacks are always associated with "1:0 doctrine" and "conservatism". They are considered to be the representative of ugly football, the culprit that fans hate and critics disdain.

Yes, Tang En likes it.

Because it can bring victory to itself.

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"Gareth Bale! This is his first goal in the Champions League! It came so easily... He was unmarked, just a light block... He succeeded!"

The little monkey Gareth Bale had dreamed of this scene countless times before he scored a goal: In an important game such as the Champions League, what would it be like to score a goal by himself?He also designed the celebration after scoring a goal, all kinds of actions, so many that he can hardly remember.

But when the goal really came, he forgot the preparatory action he had prepared before, and just opened his arms and knelt down on the ground suddenly, looking up at the sky.Brilliant floodlights were cast from the night sky, and countless white circles of light focused on him alone. The surroundings were dark, only the noise and applause continued... At that moment, he was the protagonist on the stage.

Looking up at the night sky, a figure appeared in Bell's vision. It was his teammate Eastwood. He jumped high in the air, and before Bell could react, he pinned him down.

"Wow--"

Then more Forest players swarmed in, pressing the two to the bottom.It's their favorite way to celebrate, whether it's beating a teammate or a coach...

George Wood didn't join in the fun, he stood outside the crowd, clenched his fists and waved vigorously.

The forest team's bench has become a sea of ​​joy, everyone is hugging, hugging everyone around them.This score is indeed very exciting. With two goals in the away game, the score leads Chelsea, and the situation of the Forest team is very good.

Contrary to the joyful atmosphere on the Forest side, Chelsea's bench and coaching bench were silent.Mourinho bit his lower lip tightly and stared at the big screen.It is replaying the whole process of the Forest team scoring just now.

George Wood's sudden insertion disrupted Chelsea's defensive plans, and Terry, who dared not ignore the man who had been active in the game, ended up ignoring another man...

Gareth Bell!

Mourinho recited the name fiercely in his heart.He is really his own disaster star. The first goal in his career was scored against his own team, and the first goal scored by the champion was against his own team...Damn it, Twain must be This person was replaced on purpose!

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"The young people of Nottingham Forest are growing up. Those young talents who were brought to the youth team by Tony Twain from all over the place, and then promoted from the youth team to the first team, have now become the key force in deciding the outcome of the game. George ...Wood, Gareth Bale, Piqué...we can expect more."

There was not much time left in the game, and the commentator began to make a concluding statement.Chelsea on the field counterattacked like crazy. The Forest team played their best iron barrel formation. Eleven people shrank within a 30-meter area and blocked Chelsea's long-range shots with the style of blocking gun holes.

The people off the Nottingham Forest pitch had already stood up from their seats, standing shoulder to shoulder on the sidelines, counting down the game.

Tang En was surrounded by Tang and Chris Rack, he glanced at the next door.Mourinho is sitting on the coach's bench without any other movements, he can't see his face clearly, and he has no way of knowing what his expression is at this moment...it must be exciting, right?
Chris Rack next to him couldn't wait to raise his arms and made a gesture to celebrate the victory. There were not a few people like him around him.

Although the Forest team was still in a mess on the scene, these people were not worried.Because they have seen such scenes a lot...

The referee decisively blew the whistle for the end of the game after Shevchenko missed the football.

At this moment, the cheers of the away team's fans sounded at the Stamford Bridge Stadium, but the cheers were quickly drowned out by the boos of the Chelsea fans. The Blues fans will not tolerate opponents celebrating victory on their chassis.

We won and we want to stab again?No way!
"Nottingham Forest won the first game. This is a precious away victory! Although the strength of the two teams is similar, it is normal for whoever wins and who loses, but it is still very exciting to see Forest win Chelsea away. It's surprising... Mourinho continued his embarrassing record of "unbeaten against Twain". In the duel between two individual coaches, Twain won the first round, but whether he can win to the end depends on the second round The game at Nottingham City Stadium."

Everyone around him ran up to celebrate, while Tang En turned and walked towards Chelsea's coaching bench.

Shaking hands after a game is a procedure.

Moreover, he really wanted to see Mourinho's expression at a close distance.

Of course, Mourinho knew that Tang En didn't really want to show his grace by coming here at this time. He knew exactly what the other party wanted to do, so he wouldn't give Tang En this chance.

Tang En walked towards Mourinho with a smile on his face. Halfway there, he found that Mourinho turned straight to the players' tunnel...

A smile froze on his face.

He had seen others look like this before, but he didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be treated like this by others.

The outstretched hand scratched his head in embarrassment. Tang En shrugged and turned back to the court.

"Little monkey, you did a good job!" He laughed loudly to Bell who was running towards him, and his mood immediately improved again.

If you don't shake hands, don't shake hands. If you don't let me see your face, don't let me see it. Anyway, I won!
Bell heard Tang En's shout, stopped and smiled at Tang En, not knowing what to say.

Tang En noticed that his belly was very big... "What is this?" He pointed to Bell's round belly and said.

"Hey... football, boss." Bell carefully took the football out of his clothes. "The ball I scored, I secretly hugged it, I want to keep it. This is my first goal in the Champions League. I saw the referee looking for it just now... Don't tell them, boss!"

Tang En nodded: "That's right, I'll keep it secret for you, hurry up and take it to the locker room to hide!"

Bell bypassed Twain and ran towards the tunnel, but was surrounded by a large group of reporters halfway. They insisted on interviewing Bell who scored the goal.Seeing Bell's troubled expression, Tang En laughed out loud.

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Although he lost, Makelele still found George Wood, hoping to exchange jerseys with him.

"I've heard something about you. I heard that you never accept the suggestion of exchanging jerseys after you lose." Makelele stood in front of Wood, speaking in unproficient English.

Wood nodded, not denying the rumor.

Makelele took off his jersey and handed it to Wood: "You won today, but not necessarily next time."

Wood also took off his jersey and completed the jersey exchange ceremony with Makelele.

He thought it was over, but when he turned to leave, he was stopped by Makelele again. He said a word in French to Wood, but Wood didn't understand a word.

Dazed Wood watched Makelele turn and leave, and Ribery suddenly appeared from the side.

"He said that defense is not based on physical strength." Ribery translated for Wood, watching Wood frown, Ribery patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Okay, he must not be reconciled to his physical confrontation That's why I lost to you, George. Come on, let's celebrate the victory with everyone!"

Wood was pulled into the crowd by Ribery.

Makelele had stepped into the mix, Wood's red No. 13 jersey draped over his bare shoulders.Stand out in the crowd.

"Well, this is that guy's jersey." Facing the reporter's question, Makelele nodded. "He has quality but lacks experience."

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Tang En did not celebrate the victory on the field like everyone else, but walked directly to the press conference.Now there is no one here, and he is sitting on the table, waiting for the reporters in the mixed area to finish their interviews.

Because there was no one there, Tang En put his feet up on the stage, leaned against the back of the chair, and pushed the chair back, only relying on his two thin legs to support his entire weight.Without anyone, he can relax and relax.

At this moment, there was a sound from the side entrance, and he turned his head to look.Found that Mourinho just pushed the door in...

Mourinho looked up and saw him, and the two just looked at each other.

wow-

The two slender chair legs finally couldn't support Tang En's full weight, and tilted to one side, throwing the unprepared Tang En off the chair, and knocked his head on the sponsor's logo behind him...

Seeing this funny scene suddenly, the originally stern Mourinho couldn't help laughing.

Tang En bared his teeth in pain and got up from the ground. Seeing that Mourinho was still smiling, he was also a little embarrassed.

"You're in a good mood, Mr. Mourinho." Tang En said awkwardly. He helped up the chair that had fallen on the ground, only to find that the legs of the chair had been deformed.You can't see it when you leave it, but it will fall over as soon as you sit down.

After trying to straighten the chair legs to no avail, Tang En stood up and scanned the audience.The seats of the reporters and the coaches are the same, all blue back chairs, and there is no slight difference in appearance.

Looking at the chair with crooked legs in his hand, Tang En stepped off the stage, and randomly pulled out a chair that was intact from the press box and exchanged it with the one in his hand.

He carefully placed the rotten chair in a row of seats, took a few steps back, looked at it carefully and found no flaws, and then walked back to the stage in satisfaction.

Originally, after seeing Tang En here, Mourinho planned to turn around and leave, but now he stood aside and watched Tang En finish the above things with great interest.

After doing all this, Tang En found that Mourinho was still there, and he was also a little surprised: "You didn't leave?"

"Why should I leave? Is this your home?" With that said, Mourinho simply walked over and sat in his seat.

The two sat side by side like this, waiting for the arrival of the reporters.

"Didn't you just run away after seeing me? After the game, I was going to shake hands with you, Mr. Mourinho. It's very rude to leave the field without shaking hands after the game." Tang En looked at the empty seat in front of him and said.

"It's still more elegant than giving away the silver medal after the final." Mourinho said without showing any weakness, also looking forward.

The two of them were clearly having a conversation, but neither of them deliberately looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, I beat you at your home court, Mr. Mourinho." Tang En sprinkled salt on Mourinho's wound.

Mourinho didn't even frown: "No need to apologize, Mr. Tang En. It's my turn to beat you at your home court in the next round."

"Don't be so full of words, Mr. Mourinho. Otherwise it will be ugly if it doesn't happen. You see, I never said that we will reach the final, although it is true."

Mourinho snorted and didn't want to talk to this cheeky guy anymore.

While the two were bickering, reporters came to the press conference site from the mixed area.The two of them stopped talking, but both paid attention to which unlucky ghost would finally sit on the special chair in the middle.

Strange to say, many reporters walked past that chair, and some even hesitated, intending to sit down, but none of them stepped into the trap in the end.This made Dunn a little disappointed.

The host was almost ready to meet people, and announced the start of the press conference.At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a fat reporter broke in sweating profusely.Tang En glanced at his press card, there was a very striking "SUN" on it.

The Sun's...awesome.

After seeing this guy barge in, Mourinho and Twain simultaneously turned their attention to the vacant seat in the middle.

"Excuse me..." The Sun reporter apologized as he struggled through the crowd to make his way to the empty seat.Wherever he went, the people who had been seated had to stand up to make way for him, otherwise they wouldn't be able to squeeze in—they were too fat.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, while Tang En kept a serious face.

After much difficulty, the reporter finally squeezed in. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down.

Mourinho narrowed his eyes while Dunn whistled.

"Whoa-"

The fat man sitting on the ground raised his head and looked at everyone innocently. He became the focus of everyone's attention.

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"Wow ha ha ha ha!"

On the bus back to Nottingham, Tang En told the players about the scene at the press conference, and everyone laughed happily.

Having won the ball, they have good reason to be so relaxed.The away victory over their old rival Chelsea made this group of people firmly believe that they must be the last team to reach the finals this season, and they don't want to do what they want.

"Have a good rest, guys. You won't have time to relax once you get off the bus." Dunn said while standing in front of the bus, looking at the group of people sitting behind. "There are five rounds left in this season. We have no hope for the league championship, but the qualification for the Champions Cup next season must be guaranteed. We cannot relax until this is guaranteed. Then there is the Champions Cup. Now it is the most critical moment. An away win Chelsea, it doesn't mean we will go to Athens, it's just that our hopes are higher than theirs. I don't want to see a Forest team that underestimates the enemy and is proud in a week. Remember what I said before? Before winning the Champions Cup, all of us are not qualified to relax. The more we get to the end, the more we have to tense up and fall to the place closest to victory. It should be our opponents who have such tragedies, and absolutely not us!"

"Yes!!" Everyone in the carriage replied loudly.

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At London Heathrow Airport, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and gray hair was waiting for boarding in the departure hall. He was on the phone.

"...Yes, I just watched the game. I can't say that, it's only the first round... It's just a matter of sorting out the information of the two teams. There will be no repeat of our ... night in Istanbul."

After closing the phone, the man leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The semi-finals that just ended are all in my mind.

He was originally optimistic about Chelsea playing at home, but it was strange that when he closed his eyes, it was Nottingham Forest that left the deepest impression on his mind.

Counterattack?
That's great, AC Milan has enough experience to deal with a team that can't defend.Playing defense against the Italians?Tony Twain, if you are lucky enough to reach the finals, AC Milan will let you know what true defense is.

(End of this chapter)