champion godfather

Chapter 822 Volume Six Will Crimson Take Off His Pants?
On April 22, the sky over Nottingham, which had been cloudy for several days, finally cleared up.Barcelona once worried about the rain, and now they can breathe a sigh of relief.For good reason, Nottingham Forest's time to die has arrived!
"The English are good at fighting in the rain because it's always raining on their heads." Catalan journalists like to make jokes like this when chatting with each other.Compared with sunny Barcelona, ​​England's weather is enough to make people musty.
"As long as the weather is good and the venue is good, victory will definitely belong to us!"
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When the sun appeared in the middle of the city stadium, Thompson Isaacson, who had been busy all night, was sitting on the coaching bench of the home team to rest.As an old man over sixty years old, working so late at night was a great burden on his body, but he and his team finally completed the task given by Tony Twain on time.
His old partner, longtime buddy Glenn Shelvey, stood on the edge of the field, looking over the field as they worked the night away.
"I thought I would never have the experience of making a mess of a good court and still have a sense of accomplishment."
Isaacson sat behind him and smiled.
"Sometimes I really don't know how Mr. Tony Twain's brain is structured. He can always come up with a lot of tricks like this. Make the stadium look like a rotten vegetable field, and let everyone play in this kind of venue." Going to the game... I am afraid that there will be no second coach in the world who will do this."
Shelvey said a lot of things in front of him, but Isaacson didn't answer them. He pointed to sit in this special position to rest, and at the same time enjoy what it's like to be a head coach.
Shelvey looked back at him, saw his old buddy enjoying himself, and then he noticed the position too.
"How does it feel to be Tony Twain?" he asked.
Isaacson shrugged: "There are no fans roaring and tsunami, and there is no team for me to command... It feels far worse."
Shelvey smiled and stepped forward to pat Isaacson on the shoulder: "If you really have those things, your heart won't be able to take it anymore!"
"That's right, the head coach is under too much pressure. In the Champions Cup, when I saw Mr. Twain arguing with the fourth official on the sidelines, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart..." Isaacson touched Regarding his left breast, "I really admire Mr. Tang En, he has undergone heart surgery."
After chatting a few things that had nothing to do with work, Isaacson stood up and looked at the venue, nodding in satisfaction. "I guarantee that Mr. Tang En will be satisfied with this place. Call it a day!"
"Call it!" Shelvey yelled to the other workers, before turning to Isaacson next to him. "Want to have a drink, old chap?"
Isaacson waved his hand: "You go with them. I have to go back and get a good sleep, and then watch Barcelona's wonderful performance on our court at night."
"what!"
The two smiled at each other.
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Aaron Mitchell got up early in the morning. Although there will be no training on the day of the game, the team must go to Wilford to gather in the morning, then take the bus to the hotel where they stayed, and rest until the game An hour to City Stadium.
During the meal, Mitchell found that his hands were shaking slightly. Was he too excited or too nervous?
He quickly found an excuse to go to the bathroom and flushed his head with cold water.
After rushing his head, he looked at himself in the mirror who looked like a drowned chicken, and repeated over and over again: "Aaron Mitchell, this is just an ordinary game. Yes, all games are an ordinary game. It's just a game, what are you nervous about?" He clenched his fist desperately, trying to see if he was still shaking.
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with all his strength, and stared at the man in the mirror, as if he was watching the murder of his father and enemy.
After a while, when he felt that his body was no longer trembling for no reason, he wiped off the water on his head and walked out.
The father and mother looked at their son strangely, feeling that the boy's mind was becoming more and more difficult to guess.
But today is the game day, and it is not easy for parents to disturb their son's emotions and state with too many questions.Just like what my son often said-"Status is something that cannot be explained clearly. It comes inexplicably, and it may also run away inexplicably."
It wasn't until Mitchell ran out the door that the parents looked at each other.
"I always feel that my son is a little abnormal these days."
"It's match day, is he a little nervous?"
"He won't play, why is he nervous?" Although a father always has hopes for his son, he is also a clear-headed fan. He knows that in such an important game, it is impossible for Tony Twain to give his son what chance.
"Is puberty just here?" murmured the last dad.
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When Mitchell rushed to Wilford, the teammates who entered the squad were almost here.Seeing Mitchell coming over, he joked with him: "Did you sleep so nervous last night, Aaron?"
"I slept well, Freddie!" Mitchell shot back.
Seeing his serious expression, everyone burst out laughing.If you were really not nervous, you wouldn't have this expression.
"Hey, relax, Aaron. The game hasn't started yet!"
"Don't take Barcelona seriously, he is not as strong as your opponent in the training match!"
"Are you saying we are strong?"
"Of course! Nottingham Forest is the strongest!"
"Remember how you felt when you were training? That's how it was in the game!"
"It's just the quarter-finals of the Champions League! I play this kind of game every year..."
"Stop bragging, Freddie. We missed the quarter-finals for two years."
"Hey, Aaron. Just imagine, the tallest central defender in Barcelona is Piquina kid, but he is still a head shorter than you! You won't be afraid!"
"Are you talking about Piqué? Ah, I am familiar with that kid." Pepe who had just arrived cut in. "His physical fitness is great, but his skills and awareness are still not as good as mine! It's a pity, if he has been following me, he must have made rapid progress, but he went to Barcelona..." He shook his head with a regretful expression.
"I think Aaron will definitely be marked by Piqué. If you fight him head-on... To be honest, I don't think you will take advantage of it, Aaron." Then he told Mitchell as Piqué's partner. Offered advice. "I think you should try to use your skills..."
"But the boss doesn't let me rely too much on my skills..."
"Stupid! Skills are not limited to footwork. Your consciousness and your running positions are all skills!" Pepe wanted to give Mitchell a K on the head.
"Only a super shooter like me can master the advanced skill of using running positions to deceive the opponent's defenders!" Freddie Eastwood pretended to be an expert in front of everyone, and was ruthlessly despised by his teammates.
Everyone chattered to give Mitchell this idea, but he became less nervous.Of course he would also think about the game tonight, but he had no other emotions other than anticipation.
He was sure he was really ready this time.
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"The world is in our hands! The world is in our hands! We are invincible, we are invincible... Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest!"
When the lights first came on, the singing of a large group of fans sounded outside the window.
Mitchell's father said goodbye to his wife at the door, then hung the Forest team scarf around his neck, opened the door and walked out.After he greeted several familiar fans, he merged into the red crowd.As they passed houses and roads, more and more people joined them.Just like a rushing and turbulent river, it engulfs everything along the way and rushes forward to the sea.
They sang the team anthem of Nottingham Forest while marching towards the city stadium.
On this night, there are countless such teams flocking from all directions to the brightly lit city stadium.They don't know each other before, but at this moment they are comrades fighting side by side.
Meanwhile, Barcelona fans gathered outside the city's stadium and waited to enter under the heavy protection of many police officers - or surrounded.They were also singing the antithetical song of Barcelona, ​​"Barça! Barca! Ba-sa!"There are not many people, and the momentum is not small.

They were more optimistic. When interviewed by the media before the game, they confidently stated that Barcelona would definitely win this game. "We have Messidona! We also have Harvey and Xiaobai! We have Bo Yang! We are the best in the world! What does Nottingham Forest have? Tony Twain, Tony Twain, Tony Twain... now he Where? In the stands! Hahahaha!"
As a counterattack, Nottingham Forest fans began to act as experts familiar with the history of the confrontation between the two teams in front of the TV cameras, telling the Catalan media that except for the final in 2006, Barcelona met Nottingham Forest twice and were eliminated both times. out. "Champions? We don't think about that kind of thing. We tell you that tonight we just want to watch Barcelona cry and go home to find their mother! All champions must bow their heads when they face Nottingham Forest. Inter Milan Just lost, and Barcelona is no exception!"
"Although the game has not started yet, I still have to say... This is really a fierce game!" The BBC reporter sent back a report from the scene, and he finally said so.
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The buses from Nottingham Forest and Barcelona came at the same time, and the distance between the two cars did not exceed 20 meters.With the help of police cars clearing the way, they all entered the stadium smoothly in the crowded Trent River.
The players filed down from the car, and some of them were still in the mood to wave to the reporters and fans around them, showing confident smiles.
Tony Twain was also in the crowd, but he couldn't follow the team to the locker room.The two supervisors sent by UEFA were watching him at the entrance of the passage.

"Hey, Mr. Tang En! Can I accept an interview?"
"Coach Twain, I have a question..."
Tang En glanced at the two supervisors standing at the entrance, smiled at them, and stopped here to accept interviews from the reporters.

"I'd love to. Do you have any questions?"
"For a game like Barcelona, ​​you are suspended and you are not even allowed to enter the locker room. Will this have any adverse effects on your team?"
"There is no adverse effect. My coaching staff is very good, and my players know what they are going to do. I will watch the game from the stands like an ordinary fan." After speaking, Dunn peeled off the collar of his shirt and said Many media showed his special outfit today - there is a red Nottingham Forest home jersey inside the shirt!
He also took out a Nottingham Forest scarf from his suit pocket, which was also red.He hung it around his neck, and he looked no different from the ordinary fans outside.
"Guardiola said in an interview before the game that he was very happy that you couldn't command from the sidelines in this game. What do you think?"
"Is he complimenting me?" Tang En laughed. "The enemy's fear is my glory. But what I want to tell him is that he can laugh as much as he wants, because I'm afraid he won't be able to laugh at the end of the game!"
"It seems that you are very confident in winning this game. But where does your confidence come from, Mr. Dunn?"
"My team." When Tang En answered this question, a proud look appeared on his face, "They are the best team in the world."
"All husbands think their wives are the best, don't they, Mr. Tang En!" A Catalan reporter raised a different opinion.
Tang En glanced at him and noticed the Barcelona badge on the collar of his suit. He was sure that this person was a Barcelona fan.
"Oh, no, sir. I've heard the wise saying that--the wife is always good for others, and the children are good for you."
After saying this, he stopped accepting interviews and went straight to the two UEFA game supervisors.He opened his arms as he walked in front of the two of them. "Should I take off my pants?"
The two supervisors looked at each other, not knowing why Tang En said that.
"See if there's some kind of high-tech thing hidden in my anus, such as a miniature microphone or a radio transmitter."
Hearing what he said, the expressions of the two supervisors were as wonderful as eating shit.
"We...we are not a prison here, Mr. Tang En." One of them replied, suppressing the nausea in his heart.
"Isn't it? I think you look a bit like wardens." Tang En snorted and walked past the two of them.
"Where are you going, Mr. Dunn?"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to the locker room, I'm just going to the toilet." Tang En turned his head and looked at them, "Do you want to go together? You're welcome, I'll be the host. By the way, you can see if I will stuff it in the anus Miniature microphones, satellite phones..."
"Mr. Tang En!" One of them finally couldn't bear it anymore, "We just had dinner!"
Tang En raised his hands and made an apologetic gesture, "But I'm doing it for your own good. If I really contacted the coaching staff through some high-tech things, it won't be easy for you to go back, right?"
"I haven't seen any coach who would kill himself for the victory of a game." The other spoke a little viciously, obviously he had a lot of prejudice against Tang En.In other words, with just such a short time of contact, he has become a firm "Tang Enhei".
Tang En winked at him, and said something that disgusted him completely: "I will, Mr. Supervisor. I will do whatever it takes to win."
At that time, the two supervisors of UEFA only thought that Twain was deliberately saying angry words to disgust them, but after a while, they would know that everything Tony Twain said was true...
Tony Twain never lied, he really would do whatever it takes to win.

(End of this chapter)