champion godfather

Chapter 869
"The weather is good today." On Wilford's training ground, Bell put up an awning with his hands, squinting his eyes and looking at the sky.As far as he could see, the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly. "We will play in such good weather for the last round of the league."

"That's good. I hate rain." It was Shaheen who said this. As a skilled center and frontcourt organizer, the slippery field is a kind of torture for him.

The team had just finished a training session and was getting together to rest.

The atmosphere in the Forest team has always been good, so even during the training break, they will get together and chat.

The topic naturally shifted to the ownership of the league champion.

The players of Nottingham Forest are relatively sensible. Everyone knows that it is not up to them alone to determine the ownership of the league championship.

"I called Bendtner yesterday." When Bell said this, everyone turned their attention to him.

"I asked him if he would start. He said yes. Then I hope he can try to beat Arsenal..."

"You actually went to beg him?" Pepe said disdainfully.Until now, some people in the team still can't understand Bendtner's behavior of defecting from the team.

"It's been so many years...A friend or a friend." Bell curled his lips, "It's not a request. I just asked him to show his sportsmanship..."

"How did he answer?" Some teammates were more interested in Bendtner's reaction.

"He neither agreed nor refused."

Pepe snorted next to him again: "Look at what he looks like now, what did he get after leaving the forest? No championship, no honor for so many years. Playing the UEFA Cup every year is the highest pursuit..."

Bell knew that Pepe looked down on Bendtner, so he stopped talking.

Wood, who had been listening by the side, said: "Don't care about what happens to others, we just need to win this game." What he said was right, but it was meaningless. Simply put, it was "nonsense".Everyone was not interested in continuing to discuss this topic, and soon turned to it.

"If... I mean, if, if we don't win the league championship, how will the boss eat the table?" Ibisevic tried to sound like a joke.

But everyone stared at him.

"Uh, well, let's not talk about this..." Ibisevic threw up his hands.

"Hey, are you under a lot of pressure? Tomorrow's game..." It was Woodgate who said this.

"Are you under a lot of pressure?" Someone next to him immediately asked.

"Big," said Woodgate honestly.

"I'm fine..." Pepe lay on the grass with a piece of grass in his mouth, "As long as we win the game, whether we can win the championship depends on the result of the match between Arsenal and Manchester City. No more pressure. Still, I have to say, I don't feel comfortable putting my destiny in someone else's hands."

"I'm upset too."

"me too."

A group of people agreed.

Pepe looked at the white clouds in the blue sky, and murmured: "No matter how great our pressure is, it can't be greater than the boss... Every time I see the boss, I think, I will definitely not be a coach after I retire, at least not going to be the head coach..."

When everyone heard what he said, they looked over and saw that the boss was chatting with the coaches of the coaching staff on the other side.

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"I always feel that the team is a bit lacking in fighting spirit..." Eastwood, as a coach who has just come from a full-time player, obviously has a better grasp of the psychology of his teammates than other coaches.

Tang En didn't speak, but just glanced over there.Chris Lark smiled and said, "Then what do you think it should be, Freddie? Do you get together and shout slogans?"

Eastwood didn't care about Chris Lack's words, he frowned and said: "Maybe it's the reality that even if we win, we can't ensure the championship makes everyone feel that even hard work is useless..."

Chris Rucker also wanted to object that he thought Eastwood was messing around.He has led the Forest team for almost ten years, so he naturally knows this team better than anyone else.But Tang En spoke first: "You're right. Don't talk about them, sometimes when I think about this reality, I don't even have the fighting spirit..."

Chris Rack opened his mouth wide and looked at Tang En in surprise.

Tang En lowered his head and remained silent for a while, before re-speaking: "I fucking hate this feeling... Giving up my own destiny to someone else is still a person I hate. Very powerless."

Eastwood looked at the boss without speaking, and he could understand how he felt, because he was the same.

"I have many ways to ensure that we win Sunderland, whether it is tactical or psychological. But I feel very boring now. Do you think Wenger will give us such a chance? Will they make mistakes? If I It's Wenger, I will ask the team to stick to it as long as they score one goal, at this time there is no difference between 1:0 and 5:0." Tang En said to his colleagues, "The FA has prepared two plans. The two trophies went to the Emirates Stadium and us. But the trophy brought to us is a replica. Everyone thinks that the possibility of Arsenal losing the title is too small."

"A month ago, I promised everyone a beautiful tomorrow. We can win the league championship, the FA Cup championship and the Champions League championship, and become a great triple crown. But now it seems that this probability is too small. No wonder they feel that they have no fighting spirit."

Tang En looked at his watch, the rest time was over, and his expression immediately changed: "Okay, forget what I just said, don't let them see anything unusual. Continue training!"

He came back to life in an instant.Eastwood once saw such a similar situation, that was in the No.30 round, after Nottingham Forest beat Aston Villa 3:2 in an away game.Tang En was also tired first and then regained his vitality in an instant. It was a completely different person.

Is this a way for him to self-regulate?

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"Okay, that's the end of today's training. I hope you guys don't play outside too late and get some rest early." Tang En spoke to the team before finishing the training, "Tomorrow's game is very important, and it depends on the hard work of a season. That's nine 10 minutes. But don't be too nervous, it's just a league game."

Tang En waved his hand and let the team disband.

He was the last person to leave the training base, and he drove away after packing his things alone. When he drove to the gate of the training base, he saw Pierce Bruce waiting at the gate.After seeing him coming out, Bruce waved to him quickly.

"What's the matter, Mr. Reporter? I'm in a hurry to go home. It's not good to make my wife wait."

"The media has been quiet these past two days. I want to ask you. Tony, don't you really want to say something?" Bruce leaned forward and asked.

"say what?"

"We all thought you were going to play some psychological warfare again... to express your opinion on Wenger and Arsenal, to put some pressure on Manchester City..."

Tang En looked at Bruce, thought for a while, and then said: "Alright then. Let's just say that I wish Arsenal the league championship. To be honest, I don't think Manchester City can pose any threat to Arsenal. They have already won the UEFA Cup To qualify for the competition, I have nothing I want. Besides, you also know that the relationship between Manchester City and us has always been tense... I have enough mental preparation. It is only natural for Arsenal to win Manchester City. After all, the two teams are not on the same level. ...Of course against Sunderland, we will definitely win, I said we will say goodbye to the City Stadium with a victory."

After speaking, he pointed to Bruce's small notebook: "Have you written it all down?"

"No?" Bruce was a little surprised.

"No, that's all. You can publish it intact. Anyway, there is still one day."

After dealing with Bruce, Dunn drove away.

Bruce looked at the words he wrote down in shorthand, and really couldn't find anything worth hyping... He was telling the truth.First of all, Arsenal and Manchester City are indeed not on the same level.Secondly, Manchester City did qualify for the UEFA Cup in advance. It can be said that they have nothing they want in this last game.Third, it is true that the relationship between Manchester City and Nottingham Forest is very bad. They don't need to work hard to beat Arsenal for an unnecessary game and let the Forest team reach the top. They are not living in the new century.Fourth, the current head coach of Manchester City is McLaren. The personal grievances between this man and Twain are enough to write a book. What reason does he have to fight Arsenal to help Twain?He might even deliberately send a three-pointer to Arsenal, and then proudly watched how Tang En ate the table.Fifth, Bendtner and Ashley. The relationship between Young and Twain is also not good, and there is no need for them to work hard to beat Arsenal in order to help Twain's team win the championship. Although Nottingham Forest is their home team, leaving After so many years, there is nothing left of that little affection.sixth……

There is no need to analyze it any further. If this analysis continues, Manchester City did not take the initiative to kick an own goal into their own goal, which is considered to be a great deal of face to Tony Twain.

"What kind of psychological warfare is this?" Bruce frowned.When did the truth become a means of psychological warfare?
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"George, is tomorrow the last round of the league?" Sophia asked her son during dinner.

Wood nodded.

"I saw on TV that your chances of winning the championship are slim?"

Wood nodded again.

"Then..." Sophia hesitated, "Then Mr. Tang En is going to eat in front of the media?"

Wood looked up at his mother. "It's just that there's little hope, not that there's no hope at all, mother. Don't worry."

"But if you and Arsenal both win, wouldn't the championship still be theirs?"

"Arsenal can also lose, or draw. They are not guaranteed to win."

Sophia wanted to say something, but seeing the expression on her son's face, she chose to shut up.She doesn't know much about football, since her son said there is still hope, then believe him.

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Gareth Bell recently found a girlfriend. That girl is not a public figure, but an ordinary beautiful girl who is still a college student.The two met at a dance and fell in love.They are in a hot relationship, and the girl likes Bell's star status, which makes her feel good in front of her classmates.

This evening, Bell had dinner with the girl at the place where she lived, and when the girl was looking forward to their passionate night, Bell suddenly suggested that he was going home.

"Go home?" The girl stared at Bell with wide eyes, as if she heard something incredible.

"Yeah, I have to go home."

"Oh, come on, Gareth. You're not a kid anymore, don't you still have to go home and go to bed at 09:30 every night?" The girlfriend put her delicate body on Bell, hoping to keep her boyfriend with her sexy body. "Your parents are not with you, even if you spend the night with me, they won't say anything..."

That's right, Bell has moved out of the house and lives alone.And it's not like he hasn't stayed here with his girlfriend.But tonight is special.

Bell put his lips on his girlfriend's mouth, but to his girlfriend's disappointment, he didn't stick his tongue in, just moved away like a superficial touch.

"Not today, Shannon."

Bell broke away from the girl's arms, and he could still feel his girlfriend's disappointment.

"Because tomorrow is the last round?" Shannon sat on the bed, looking at her boyfriend.

Bell glanced back at her, it was summer, and Shannon was only wearing a suspender dress, and now the suspenders had already slid down to her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​white and gleaming breasts, and even a little lower could still see the bright red.Her figure is so good... Bell praised mentally.But such temptations were of no use to him.

Gareth Bell nodded.

The girl suddenly became self-willed, and she asked loudly, "So for you, do you love football or me?"

Bell was stunned by such a question. He didn't think it was difficult to answer, but he just didn't expect Shannon to ask such a low-level question...

He looked at the beautiful girl who was almost naked and shrugged: "From tonight to tomorrow, I love football more."

After speaking, he opened the door and strode out.

Feeling insulted, the girl grabbed the pillow and threw it at the door. Then she threw all the things that could be thrown on the bed to the ground, and then lay down on the bed and cried sadly.She had known Bell for three months, and it was the first time she had seen him so unfeeling.

It seems that having slept with him does not mean that I know him well...

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Bendtner and Ashley Young sat in the bar on the second floor of the hotel, where their teammates relaxed, drinking, playing pool, chatting, and dancing to the explosive music.The team's goal this season has been achieved, and this last round of the league is more like going through the motions-everyone can just pack their bags and go on vacation after playing nine or 10 minutes of the game.

Bendtner knew that in another hotel not far away, the Arsenal players must have entered the room early to rest under the supervision of head coach Arsene Wenger.Compared with them, Manchester City's team-mates seem to be on holiday in London.

A teammate staggered over with a beer and asked loudly, "Nicklas, how did you spend your summer?"

"Go home," Bendtner replied.

"It's so boring..."

The visitor poured down half a glass of beer with a murmur, and then raised his glass to Bentner.So Bendtner also raised his glass to pay tribute, but did not drink.

After the people left, Ashley Young next to him turned his head and said to Bendtner: "Look at them... I bet we will lose at least three goals at the Emirates Stadium!" disgust.

"It's normal to relax. It's been so hard all season. Anyway, we qualified for the UEFA Cup ahead of schedule." Bendtner had no expression on his face.

Ashley Young laughed loudly when he heard Bendtner say this: "Ha! The season goal of a team that claims to be the richest in the world is to enter the UEFA Cup... Do you know why I left? Liverpool didn't pay me as much as I did here. I wanted glory, but Manchester City couldn't give me that."

The live music was very loud, and Ashley Yang was not afraid that his words would be heard by others.

"That's the way people here..." he sneered, pointing at his team-mates who had a good time. The ones who get a high salary here... In fact? The banknotes in hand are the most practical. There is no fighting spirit, and the locker room only cares about how many percent more salary they will get for the next contract renewal, and only cares about going to the office after the weekend game. Where to play, I only care about how many beauties there are in the resort after the season. I also care about these, but I care more about the championship!"

"I've had enough. Even if Liverpool didn't seek me, I would have asked to leave."

After silently listening to his teammates' complaints, Bendtner asked: "Can Liverpool give you the championship?"

Ashley Yang came to his senses, he knew what Bendtner meant by asking this question.As long as there is Nottingham Forest for a day, Liverpool will have to be suppressed. They were originally second this season, but now they are squeezed to third by the Forest team.Last season, Liverpool was still No. 30 in the league until the [-]th round of the league, but the final league champion was indeed Nottingham Forest, and going back... Forget it, don't think about it.

"At the very least...there are a group of players who want to fight for the championship, not a group of 'professional players' like this...if they can get paid, it doesn't matter if they sit in the audience." Ashley Young found The difference between Liverpool and Manchester City, he specifically re-reads "professional players".

This time it was Bendtner's turn to be silent, Ashley Young hit the nail on the head, and he had nothing to say.

Over the years, the atmosphere in Manchester City's dressing room has been bad.The head coach McClaren is not the kind of iron-fisted coach who can suppress the locker room. To be honest, he lacks enough charisma, and he is far from Tony Twain.In addition, the top management of the Manchester City club is from the UAE, and there is a lack of desire for the players to play for this top management.Even Manchester City fans will boo their own people at home games, boo those "mercenaries" who come only for money.This team is really an outlier in the Premier League: everyone knows that Manchester City has no chance to win any championship, and coming to Manchester City is tantamount to saying goodbye to the championship.But every year, many players still switch to Manchester City because they can get a higher salary than their former club.They don't have to go to places like Qatar to pan for gold, and they can continue to stay in the sights of top European competitions and mass media.

The two were silent for a while, perhaps because they realized that it is not good to slander their teammates here.

Later, Ashley Yang sighed suddenly: "I feel that Nottingham Forest is really unlucky. Their opponents in the last round of the league are not strong, but Arsenal's opponents are also weak. The boss didn't arrange for me to start. I wish I would not be allowed to play for the entire game, so as not to embarrass myself. Maybe the boss himself is fully expecting Nottingham Forest to lose the championship..."

Bendtner glanced at him: "I don't think the boss is such a narrow-minded person...he is quite nice."

"Yeah, a good guy. What kind of a good guy does it take to bring out a locker room like this...I wish I had an iron-fisted coach and a big stick to put the team back together so we could win a lot of money Salary, and honors to fight for. How good, how good..."

Ashley Yang downed the beer in the glass in one gulp, then got up and left.

"I went back to my room to rest, the music is really bad."

Bendtner watched his teammates leave. He didn't move, and continued to sit in his seat, playing with the full wine glass in his hand, but he never took a sip.

(End of this chapter)