champion godfather

Chapter 577 Volume [-] The True Champion of the Storm

When the three whistles sounded, the golden beer in the bars of Nottingham City was splashed into the air, and the cars on the street honked deafeningly. He leaned out and raised his arms and shouted.

"Champions! Champions! We are champions!"

The celebrations in Nottingham and the celebrations at the Olympic Stadium in Athens became one.

The Forest players ran, cheered, and gave interviews incoherently on the pitch.The media seemed to be flies circling around the cream cake. They surrounded the players of the Forest team, and cameras, cameras, and microphones stretched forward one after another.

As the head coach of the team, Twain was the biggest contributor to the miracle of winning the championship. He was surrounded by the largest number of media.

Tang En ignored them, he ran straight to the field to celebrate with his team members, he hugged everyone, his lips were tightly pressed and he couldn't speak.He was so excited, so indifferent to the media surrounding him, that he forgot that the first thing he should do after a game is shake the opposing coach's hand.

When he came back to his senses and remembered this incident, Ancelotti had already left.

"Coach Twain! Coach Twain! Can I have a simple interview?"

"How does it feel to win the championship? Mr. Tang En?"

"It's so damn good! Haha!" Tang En laughed loudly and spat out a dirty word.At this time, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world, and the frequent flashing lights made him feel dizzy.

is this real?I became the head coach who won the European Champions Cup?

Am I dreaming?I, the head coach who has become a monk halfway, will one day become the king of Europe?
Are you sure it's not FM2007?Am I not playing a game?A scene that could only be seen on the TV screen before, but now I have personally experienced it...

My team really really became European champions? !
He ran aimlessly back and forth on the court, and no matter where he ran, he would be followed by a large group of reporters carrying cameras, cameras, and microphones.

He saw Eastwood kneeling on the ground, crying, and ran over.

"Hey, why cry, gypsy kid! You should be happy, we're champions!" he laughed loudly.

"I'm so happy, boss!" Eastwood turned his head and saw the boss standing next to him, and also saw a large group of reporters behind the boss, their cameras and cameras were facing him... The gypsy quickly wiped away his tears and stood up from the ground. "Boss, you are like a big piece of shit, you carry such a swarm of flies everywhere you go!"

"Hey! Freddie, you are now a legendary shooter. You must pay attention to your influence in front of the media! The goal that sealed the victory in the Champions Cup final was well done!" Tang En hugged Eastwood after finishing speaking. Hug tightly in my arms.

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Maldini looked at the man in front of him, who was also looking at him.

"Hey, are you going to apologize to me?" he asked.

The other party shook his head and nodded.

"I want to swap jerseys with you."

Unexpectedly, Demetrio Albertini would make such a request, and Maldini was a little surprised.

"Aren't you going to give me a retirement gift?" Albertini took off his jersey and handed it to Maldini.

"You snatched away the championship, and asked me for a gift..." Muttering, Maldini still took off his jersey and handed it to Albertini.

"Are you really determined to just retire?" Maldini asked after exchanging jerseys.

Albertini nodded: "I'm tired and satisfied. I can't think of any reason to continue playing."

Looking at his old friend, Maldini couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.

I played in AC Milan until I was 38 years old, enjoying all kinds of praise.Demi, who is as loyal to Milan as himself, can only drift away... Then this championship trophy may be the best compensation for him from Milan who owed him?

Maldini looked up at the rostrum. He even thought that if Demi was not in the Forest team, the Forest team could still reach the final and win the game?
It's a pity that there are no ifs and assumptions on the football field.

Albertini turned his head and looked behind him. The members of the Forest team were already gathered together hand in hand. This was to thank the Forest team fans in the stands.

He was saying goodbye to Maldini: "I have to go... um..."

"You go, call me when you go back to Milan." Maldini waved his hand.

Albertini nodded. "I'm sorry, Paul..." he whispered, turned and ran away.

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The players of the Forest team were waiting for their captain Albertini, and when he ran over, they held hands and rushed towards the Forest team fans stands.

When they ran to the goal over there, everyone swooped and slid on the ground.

There was deafening cheers from the stands.

The players stood up and applauded them.

After Tang En finished these, reporters surrounded the middle of the field and accepted the interview.His brain has calmed down, convinced that he is not dreaming now, he is indeed a champion coach.

Tang was dragged to a secluded corner alone by Tang Jing for an exclusive interview. As the first assistant coach to win the Champions Cup, Tang had too much to hype and report.Some other Chinese media surrounded Sun Jihai. Although the Chinese didn't play for a minute, they only sat on the bench for 1 minutes, which was enough to keep the Chinese media excited for several days.

This is the first Champions Cup won by a Chinese player!
Among the reporters, Tang En discovered the Italian photojournalist who secretly filmed his gesture of raising his hand, and this was the culprit of everything.If he hadn't secretly taken that photo and deliberately misrepresented it to the media, how could he have promised to jump into the sea if he couldn't win?
When they met again, Tang En, as a winner, didn't give the other party any face.

"Hey, isn't this the Italian photojournalist? What? Are you going to raise your hands and surrender to me today? Oh, it's a pity. If it was in a war, I would have killed a prisoner like you so as not to waste it." Food. Our army will never accept prisoners."

The Italian reporter he spoke of turned pale and red for a while, and he couldn't put his hands down or raise them.

After satirizing the Italian photojournalist, Dunn glanced at the crowd in front of him, and he saw many journalists from Italy.When he thought of the performance of those Italian media before the game, he couldn't suppress the disgust in his heart.

"I'm happy to answer your questions. But before that, I have my own conditions - I don't accept any questions from Italian media and Italian reporters. I can't understand your broken English." He shrugged and spread his hands .

Originally, the Italian reporters thought that after winning the championship, Twain would respond to every request in a good mood, but they didn't expect this person to be so vengeful.For a moment, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"You have no right to do that!" shouted an Italian reporter in perfect English.

"I have it!" Tang En yelled back with his eyes wide open. "Now I am the champion! You are the ones who begged me to be interviewed, not me! Whether you like it or not! If you don't like interviewing me, I'd be happy to go back and rest!"

After speaking, Tang En pushed aside the crowd and was about to leave.

"I've never seen such an unmannered head coach like you, Mr. Tony Twain!" the Italian reporter shouted dissatisfiedly from behind.

Tang En stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at him: "You are right, Mr. Reporter. I just don't have manners, and I don't care what you Italians think of me, and I don't mind at all if you put what I wrote in the newspapers with ink. Sorini is no different. You can slam me in tomorrow's paper for refusing to be interviewed by you, and you can say that I despise the whole of Italy. Would you like to PS a photo of me giving you the middle finger to attract attention? You see, how considerate I am to you, I have provided you with such a great hype topic, why do you still interview me? I can’t spit ivory out of my dog’s mouth, and you still don’t comfort the losers. what have I done?"

After speaking, Tang En turned around and hurried away again, and a group of people hurriedly surrounded him.

"Mr. Tang En, Mr. Tang En, we are not Italian reporters!"

"That's right, I'm from Spain, I have nothing to do with Italy!"

"I am an English reporter myself..."

Tang En casually answered questions from the media as he walked.At this time, he fully enjoyed the privilege of being a champion.

The group of Italian journalists who were left behind felt that what happened just now was incredible. They had never seen such a shameless champion... Who is he?What is the structure of his brain?How could he be so vengeful?Why is he?Isn't he afraid of the media criticizing him?Doesn't he care about personal image and fame?
They were right. Tang En really didn't care what the Italian media thought of him and criticized him. He also didn't care about his image and reputation among this group of people.He is only responsible for the Nottingham Forest fans, as long as the Nottingham Forest fans like him and love him, that is enough.He doesn't even care about the media in England. This point must be deeply felt by the English colleagues of the Italian journalists.

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The on-court interview didn't last long. All Forest players went back to the locker room to change into the T-shirts specially prepared by the club for this championship.Under the red background, there is a golden number "3", with a row of golden letters above and below the number:

"CHAMPION
NOTTING HAMFOREST"

The champion is Nottingham Forest!

Now it is estimated that the podium is being built outside, the players don't have to rush out, they continue to celebrate in the locker room.

Champagne has been uncorked and shirtless players "bombard" each other with bottles in hand.

Tang En had just finished the interview, pushed the door open, and was poured head to tail with several spouts of champagne.Those photojournalists who followed Twain's buttocks and planned to take some shots of the team's locker room were also unlucky, with wine stains appearing on the camera lens.

After everyone saw clearly that it was the boss who came in, they roared with laughter.

"Welcome our champion coach—Tony Twain!"

Everyone raised the wine bottles in their hands and moved closer to Tang En, looking like they were about to pour them down.Caught off guard, Tang En immediately asked for help from Chris Lark next to him: "Help me, David!"

Chris Rack stood up very righteously. He wiped the chair, standing above everyone else, and raised his hands to signal everyone to calm down: "Listen to me, listen to me, guys!"

Everyone temporarily put down the bottles in their hands and looked at their assistant coach.

"You have all listened to the teachings of the head coach more than once, right?" He stood on the chair and pointed to Tang En and said to everyone.

"Right!" The players nodded.

"It's he who infused you with spirit and faith!" Chris Lark raised his voice and increased his arm swing.

"That's right!" Someone answered loudly.

"Let's applaud him and say it after me: Damn Tony!"

"Damn Tony!" the players yelled.

"We need your bloody incitement!"

"We need your bloody incitement!!"

"We are a group of mad dogs, a group of drooling, forward-moving mad dogs... beat our opponents to pieces!"

The players growled like real mad dogs.

"Defense, what do we live for!"

The defensive players shouted: "Kill the opponent! Shovel them!"

"Offensive, what do we live for!" Chris Rack shouted rhythmically, waving his arms.

"Score! Score! Score!"

"I said, guys! Why do we live and why do we die!!" Chris Lak raised his arms and raised his head and asked loudly.

The players whose emotions were completely incited stood on the chairs. They waved their fists and shouted to the sky: "Victory! Champion! Victory! Champion!"

Tang En was watching with a smile on his face. At this moment, he saw Chris Rack suddenly turned his hand, pointed at him and roared: "Now, let us thank the person who brought us the championship!"

After finishing speaking, he took the wine bottle from someone else, unscrewed it, and poured it on Tang En.

More players rushed forward and poured wine all over Tang En.

"Drink a good drink to celebrate the victory!"

"Damn it!" Tang En wiped the wine from his face, his eyes could finally see the person in front of him.

After the players teased their manager, they went to tease each other.

Tang En pulled Chris Rack and insisted on wiping his face with his suit. "Damn it, David. Your blood boils when you say that! If I had a bottle of wine on hand, I'd pour it on your head too!"

"I didn't learn from you, Tony! Haha!" Chris Lack laughed loudly.

Looking at the group of naked players running around the locker room, Tang En remembered something. He clapped his hands and shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, guys! Change your clothes and go out to receive the award , we have already made AC Milan wait twice!"

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Yes, the podium has been set up a long time ago, but the main character did not come, and the award ceremony cannot be held yet.

The frustrated AC Milan players had to wait amidst the cheers of the Forest fans until their opponents appeared at the entrance of the tunnel.

Tang En walked out with a group of extremely excited players with red faces. Seeing the protagonist appear on the stage, the atmosphere of the scene was even higher.

"Tony! Tony! You do what you say!"

"Champions! We are champions! Nottingham Forest are champions!"

There was a huge shout from the stands, and in this sound, all the players of the Forest team came to the edge of the podium.

The first thing to do was the awarding of the runner-up, and the Forest players didn't care about this procedure.They continued to revel in the court and celebrate with abandon.

On the contrary, Tang En finally found an opportunity to go up and shake hands with Ancelotti at this time.

The two of them didn't say anything, and they couldn't say anything. Silence is the best.A simple touch of the hands separates.

Then Tang En stood aside, quietly watching the runners-up come to the stage to accept the silver medals.He knew that these AC Milan players must be unwilling, just like him last year.At that time, he was angry and directly threw the silver medal he had just won to a little caddy. Obviously, these people would not do something as shocking as he did, because AC Milan's players are all good boys, and they are all in line with their chairman Bei The standard pro of Lusconi's aesthetic.

So what if you are unwilling, now you are losers.Just like us last year.There can only be one champion in football, one winner.History is written by the victors, just like football.

Gattuso accepted the silver medal with a dark face, and just after getting off, he stuffed the silver medal into his crotch, with only the strap dangling outside.

Are you in a bad mood?

In fact, this matter is very simple. If you want to feel better, beat us in the coming year!

The last one to accept the award was Carlo Ancelotti. He took the silver medal and chatted with UEFA President Johansson. It can be seen that he is not in a high mood.Then he walked down with the silver medal.

Seeing that AC Milan had finished receiving the medals, there was singing in the stadium that had been silent just now.

It's the turn of the Forest players.

Those forest team players who were still bouncing and singing fell silent temporarily, and lined up to appear under the podium, ready to go up to receive the gold medal.

Everyone went up one by one, took the gold medal from Platini, shook hands, and then stood aside, waiting for the last moment.

Tang En was the second last one to go up to accept the award. It was not Johansson who gave him the award, but Pletini.Tang En didn't want to have anything to do with these officials. He originally wanted to get out of the way after winning the gold medal. After all, everyone was waiting for the final highlight.

But Platini stopped him: "Tony," he said in English, "you embarrassed us last year."

Hearing this, Dunn naturally knew what Platini was referring to.He chuckled dryly, not intending to apologize for it.

"However, you surprised us all this year. No one thought that you could make it to the final, beat AC Milan and win the championship, including me. None of your opponents is weak..."

Tang En asked back: "Did you arrange it?"

Platini said nothing, just smiled.

Tang En also knew that it was impossible for him to say "yes, these are all arranged by us".He turned and walked among his players.

Albertini stepped onto the stage, and this time, even the remaining AC Milan fans gave him a big round of applause.

The Forest teammates who were waiting on the stage also applauded and whistled to him.

Albertini walked up to Platini, and the Frenchman patted him on the shoulder and said in Italian: "Any compliment to you is too much, Demi. You have done what many people can only think about in their hearts." .Congratulations, Demi!" He hung the gold medal around Albertini's neck.

Then he turned and picked up the silvery European Champions Cup.

"Now, it's yours!"

Albertini took the trophy from Platini, took a deep breath, lowered the trophy slightly, and then lifted it high.

At this moment, countless red ribbons floated down from the roof of the stadium, and golden ribbons spewed out from behind the podium.

"Boom—" the night sky was lit up by the fireworks that bloomed in unison, and it was dyed red.

"Congratulations to Nottingham Forest! Congratulations to Nottingham Forest! They are the champions of the UEFA Champions League in the 06-07 season! Well-deserved champions!"

At the same time, Queen's classic "We Are the Champions" was sung over the Olympic Stadium in Athens.

In the singing of "We are the champions, we are the kings of the world", the players rushed forward, lifted Albertini who was holding the trophy high, and carried it on his shoulders.

Tang En raised his head. Under the red fireworks and colorful ribbons, the shining silver trophy was extremely beautiful.

This is not a game, this is reality!

He clenched his fists.

(End of this chapter)