champion godfather

Chapter 870 I am ready for the Heart of the Seven Lion King, how about you?
On May 31, it was sunny and the highest temperature was 03 degrees in the afternoon.The final round of the Premier League kicks off at 30:[-] pm.
Tony Twain got out of bed at seven o'clock.His wife got up earlier than him, busy making breakfast for him in the kitchen.
He didn't have the reporter to dress and wash, but sat on the bed and stared blankly for a while.Is this day any different from any other day?No, this is a special day.It's not because of the decision of the championship on this day, but the complexity of the championship.
He was in a daze on the bed, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
After a moment of silence, he rubbed his face and jumped off the bed.
A new day has begun, how will he feel when the day is over?
Seeing Tang En coming down, Shania leaned forward and gave him a good morning kiss.Tang En curled his lips: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
During breakfast, Shania kept reminding Tang En not to get too excited, even if he didn't win the league championship, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Tang En felt that it was unlucky for Shania to say such a thing, so he said with a dark face, "Can't you say something nice?"
Shania rolled her eyes: "You're so nervous in the morning, what will you do when it's game time?"
"I'm nervous?" Tang En couldn't help laughing, but soon he couldn't laugh because he felt his heart beat faster than usual.
Shania noticed that Tang En was suddenly silent again, so she looked up at him.
Tang En smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I'm really nervous..."
Shania put her forehead up against Tang En's head, and smiled at him: "I know you like champions, but don't worry me too much."
Tang En nodded slightly.
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When Bendtner sat up from the bed, his teammates who shared the same room were still sound asleep on the bed.It looked like they were having a blast last night, as evidenced by the smell of alcohol filling the room.
Ashley Young's worries are likely to become reality this afternoon - such a Manchester City is simply powerless to stop Arsenal, even if Nottingham Forest beat Sunderland 90:0 at the City Stadium, it will not help.
He turned his head to look at Robinho, who was not sleeping very well. The Brazilians have a rich nightlife... He should be surprised that he can still sleep here instead of a certain woman.
Bendtner jumped out of bed in a pair of underwear, then yanked open the confinement curtains.Immediately, bright sunlight flooded into the dim room and hit Robinho's face directly.
Robinho blinked in his sleep, he was awakened by the bright sunshine.
"Who turned on the light?" He covered his face with one hand, narrowed his eyes and asked in a daze.
"Robby, it's dawn." Bendtner replied loudly and energetically.
The bewildered Brazilian finally became a little more sober.
"It's dawn?" He blinked vigorously, seeing clearly that the light that woke him up was not a light, but sunlight, and he muttered, "Damn... what time is it?"
"07:30." Bendtner grinned at him.
"Oh, damn it..." Robinho's body that had just been propped up fell on the bed again, "It's so early! Let me sleep for a while..."
"It's time to have breakfast, Robbie." Bendtner pretended to be confused.
"You go..." Robinho, who was lying on the bed, pulled the cup over to cover half of his body, waved his hands weakly, and moaned weakly. "Leave me alone..."
"How long are you going to sleep?"
"Sleeping until I wake up naturally..." After saying this, Robinho fell asleep again.
Bendtner spread his hands beside him and shrugged helplessly.
He believes that Robinho is definitely not a special case, and many Manchester City players were like this last night.McLaren doesn't care either. In his opinion, the team has completed the task ahead of schedule, and the last round of the league is irrelevant. It is only natural for the players to relax.As long as these players don't go out to find women, what's the point of drinking?In English football, if you don't know how to drink, you are ashamed to say you are a professional player!
Robinho is the starter for this game...
Tony Twain has been arrogant for 11 years, and this time he will finally be punished.Arsenal will face a Manchester City team that put their hands up before the game.

It stands to reason that he is happy to see the results, but he doesn't feel the slightest pleasure in his heart.
After washing and dressing, when he went out, he saw Ashley Yang coming out of the next room yawning.
"Good morning...heh—"
Tears came out.
"Didn't you go to bed early? Why haven't you woken up yet?" Bendtner felt strange.
"Don't mention it..." Ashley Yang looked pained, "Sean was very excited last night and insisted on pulling me to play stud. He is the boss of the team, I can't refuse..." As he said, he called again I yawned.
"Who's winning?"
"I..." There was no joy of winning money on Yang's face, "that bastard Sean said that if he can't win, I won't sleep...but his card skills are so fucking bad! I finally worked hard Let him win a round, it's already three o'clock..."
Ashley Young's suffering made Bendtner full of sympathy for him.Fortunately, Robinho is more interested in women and alcohol than playing cards and gambling with his roommate.
Even the captain of the team, Sean Wright-Phillips, is like this. The combat effectiveness of the team can be imagined.
Bendtner and the listless Ashley Young headed for the elevator, ready to have breakfast.
"If I fall asleep at the dining table later, you will wake me up by patting me."
"I don't think you'll fall asleep, you'll stick a fork up your nostril, ha!" laughed Bendtner. "You'll be the first professional player ever to hurt himself with a fork while eating!"
"What are you afraid of... Anyway, I don't play, so maybe it's better, it hurts myself, I don't even need to come off the bench..." Ashley Yang muttered and entered the elevator.
There were only the two of them in the huge elevator, which seemed empty.
"Ah——" Ashley Young stretched his waist, "There's only one game left, so I'm relieved. Goodbye Manchester City, I don't miss you at all! Hey, Nicholas, you don't want to miss your Any plans for the future?"
Bendtner was silent.
Ashley Yang didn't expect to get an answer from Bendtner, he leaned against the elevator wall, the cold feeling dissipated his drowsiness a little.

He suddenly fell into an inexplicable memory, remembering that he was wearing a red jersey to fight the world. At that time, his salary was far from what it is now, but he felt happy...
I wonder if Bendtner will have the same idea now?
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Wenger sipped coffee slowly in the restaurant of the hotel where he was staying, and rested with his assistants.The players have just finished an early lunch and are returning to their rooms to rest.
His assistant coach Pat Rice had good news for him: "Someone told me he saw Manchester City players partying in the bar until late at night. Opponent. This game is won!"
Wenger refuted him with a smile: "Football is not until the last second, you can't say that, Pat." But this rebuttal was not convincing, and even he himself felt that Manchester City was so loose that there was no threat at all.
Pat didn't take this warning seriously either, and he said cheerfully: "I'm thinking that Tony Twain is so pitiful, his team is desperately trying to win the game, and we must never have imagined that our opponent would be such a team. Even I myself feel that luck is a bit too much, maybe this year is really destined for us to win the championship!"
After listening to what he said, Wenger pondered for a while and ordered: "Don't tell the players about the opponent's situation, and don't let the reporters get in touch with them. Those reporters will only mess things up. Let our players think that Manchester City is still there. As always, it's going to take all of us. Pride and underestimation, I don't want to be in this game."
Pat Rice nodded, he knew Wenger's temper.Arsene is not the type to get carried away.
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When Wenger and his assistant were resting in the hotel and talking about their opponents in the afternoon, Dunn also received a call from Pierce Bruce.
"Well, Tony... There's something I don't know if I should tell you..." Bruce faltered on the phone.
Tang En felt that today was not normal, and he was a little impatient.
"Just say what you have to say, Mr. Reporter."
"I heard that the Manchester City team had a party all night in the bar yesterday..."
Tang En grinned silently. "It's no surprise, Mr. Reporter. Your news is getting less and less sensational."
"Aren't you worried about the fate of you and the Forest team?"
Tang En simply laughed out loud this time: "Could it be possible for me to fly to London, pinch McLaren's neck, and demand that he fight with all his might and show his sportsmanship?"
This made Bruce speechless.
"Mr. Reporter, I don't care where you got this news, but I hope you don't use this news to bother my players."
Bruce agreed.
"Very well, thank you for calling me specifically to tell me this." Tang En hung up the phone after thanking Bruce.
"Whose phone number, Tony?" Chris Lak asked Tang En when he came back.
"An old friend, come to care about our prospects of winning the championship." Tang En prevaricated.He pointed to the location of the hotel lobby, "Tell the security, help me get those reporters out. My team needs a full rest, and I don't want to see any disturbances."
Neither Chris Lark nor the hotel security were surprised by Twain's sudden decision. They all knew what kind of head coach Tony Twain was. Fighting against the media was simply a part of his life, as normal as eating and sleeping.
In the eyes of the media, Tang En's reason for doing this was obvious - he was nervous.This strongman coach who never shows weakness in front of others finally has a tense moment... This is something worthy of hype.
Tang En didn't care what others thought of him, he wanted to ensure that his players would not be disturbed by these messy things before stepping on the court.No matter what happens there, my team cannot shake its determination to win the championship.Even if there is only 0.00000000001% hope, we must do our best to fight for it.
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At 03:30 in the afternoon, the final round of the 13-14 English Premier League will kick off at the same time.45 minutes before the start of the game, four buses departed from four different hotels and headed for their destinations.
Two of them were headed to the Emirates Stadium and the other two were headed to the City Stadium.
The bus in Nottingham Forest was a bit quiet, and the atmosphere was different from the usual home games.Perhaps it was this particular last round that took everyone's interest out of the conversation.
Tang En also sat alone in the front seat, turned his head and looked out the window in silence.Even the soul of his team is like this, let alone his subordinates.
It wasn't until the stadium that the dull atmosphere in the car was broken by Chris Lark's loud voice: "Get out of the car quickly, go change your clothes, and get ready to warm up!"
Tang En was the last to jump out of the car. He looked at the media and fans gathered around him. He didn't wave or stop to accept interviews from the reporters. He followed the team into the corridor.
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When Bendtner got off the car, all he could see were Arsenal fans in red and white jerseys, dotted with blue Manchester City fans, and they were completely defeated in terms of numbers and momentum.
The Arsenal fans were yelling at the Manchester City players, waving their fists, slogans and scarves in their hands, creating pressure on the Manchester City players.
Seeing this scene, Bendtner wanted to laugh.
You don't have to work so hard, we have already raised the white flag...
Cheer on your team and congratulate your team for winning the league championship.
Bendtner walked forward, surrounded by reporters trying to rush up to interview him.The man was separated by security and shouted loudly: "Bentner! You almost joined Arsenal, and now you are facing Arsenal in the last round of the league. Do you have any special feelings?"
This question made Bendtner stop, but soon he shook his head and continued to move forward.
How many years ago was that?Yes, Arsenal were pursuing him at the time, but in the end he chose Nottingham Forest.If he had chosen Arsenal... where would he be now?
Such a question is really meaningless, and he doesn't bother to bother.
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Wenger looked at the players returning from the warm-up, with a serious and dignified face: "We lead by one point. But I hope you forget this point. Manchester City is not a weak team. If you take it lightly, you will lose badly .I'm not scaremongering, it's the truth."
"I don't want to see the Premier League trophy fly from here to Nottingham in 10 minutes. The trophy brought to the Emirates Stadium is the real thing, keep it here!"
Wenger, a mild-mannered French professor, was rarely excited.
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Next door, McLaren let the Manchester City players in the dressing room listen to music and do what they wanted.Bendtner sat in his seat after changing his jersey, closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word.Coach speak?McLaren never had anything meaningful to say.At this time, listening to him speak, it is better to rest by yourself.
Robinho, who didn't get up until nine o'clock in the morning, looked energetic at this time. He was playing in the locker room with only a pair of underwear.He still moves freely in the cramped locker room.It's just that he doesn't know how many points he can retain when he is on the court.
"Hey, Robbie! It's not a Nike commercial right now, don't be so excited!" Someone in the team shouted with laughter.
Responding to him was Robinho who passed him by pedaling and wearing crotch.This dribble made the surrounding teammates laugh out loud, booing and booing the dribbled teammate.
Ashley Young is also among them. He doesn't need to start this game. He will switch to Liverpool next season, and his mentality is very relaxed.No one will take the upcoming games as a torment. For them, the summer vacation has already begun!
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Sunderland manager Roland Nelson is shouting morale.The team looks a bit depressed, and the away game is facing Nottingham Forest, which must win to retain the hope of the championship. It is really the biggest misfortune of this team...
"Don't give up! As long as we win Nottingham Forest, we will be able to avoid relegation! Think about it, guys! Our luck is much better than our opponents - even if they beat us, they may not win the championship! Now At least our destiny is in our own hands. Don't throw this opportunity away easily! Sunderland cannot be relegated!"
"Don't think that Nottingham Forest is impeccable in the second place. In fact, as long as we seize the opportunity, the victory will belong to us... They must beat us at home to retain their hope of winning. This is a huge psychological pressure for them. At the same time, even if they can beat us, whether they can win the championship depends on the results of the match between Arsenal and Manchester City. Their players are very aware of this...So in fact Nottingham Forest is under great pressure on the one hand, and lacks motivation on the other. It's our chance, grab it and beat them! Let's stay in the Super League!"
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Tony Twain came in from the outside and closed the door of the locker room smoothly.The uproar became much quieter, and everyone looked up at their leader, the captain.
"There is a fact that you already know a lot, and I don't want to repeat it here. What I want to say is..." Tang En habitually scratched his head. Due to this habit, his hair was always messy. "Never mind what's going on over there, you guys have to play this game for me. Remember what I told you at half-time in that league game against Arsenal? If we don't win the game ourselves, we What qualifications are there to compete for the title? It still applies today. If we lose to a team like Sunderland, then Arsenal don't even have to play Manchester City, they can win the title early."
"It's not what I want to see. Our Nottingham Forest have always been a team that never gives up. Two Champions League finals, we didn't give up, so we are champions. This time is the same. Don't mind other people's business, do it. Do your job well. Sunderland thinks we are easy to bully, let them know how wrong they are."
"The Goddess of Victory never favors cowards who give up on themselves. When the opportunity arises, I hope that all of us are prepared." Tang En's tone was not impassioned, but everyone could hear the meaning behind his words strength.

"I'm ready, how about you?"
He looked at the players in front of him and asked calmly.
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