champion godfather

Chapter 898 Formation of the Heart Storm of the Seventh Lion King
Tang En was lying on his big bed, he was awakened by the morning sun.

"Good morning, Coach Champion."

Shania was lying beside him, drawing circles on Tang En's chest with her hair.

Tang En squinted his eyes and looked at the bright, whitish sunlight outside the window, and asked vaguely, "What time is it?"

"Nine forty-seven." Shania glanced at the small alarm clock placed on the bedside table, continuing to play the game of drawing pictures on Dun En's chest with her hair.

Tang En watched Shania playing games on his chest, and a warm current rose in his heart.

This is the most important person in his life, so this matter can no longer be kept a secret.

"Little Joe."

"Ah?" Shania was a little surprised, and her injured movements also stopped.You must know that although "Little Joe" is Shania's official nickname, Uncle Tony rarely calls it that, and always calls them "Xiania" by the name they first met.

"Have you figured out where we're going for the holidays?"

Shania came back to her senses and continued to draw her circle: "Go to Brazil. Anyway, the World Cup is held in Brazil, and you are going to commentate the game. Just stop by to see my parents, and then we will have fun. Then you Go explain, I'll go to the United States." Shania has already arranged the future formation.

"That's a good idea." Tang En also agreed with Shania's arrangement, but he still had a question: "What about after the World Cup?"

"Huh?" Shania stopped what she was doing again and looked up at Tang En. "It's time for you to return to the team, right? Your team will start to gather and report on June [-]th..."

Tang En looked at Shania with a smile and didn't answer. The more Shania spoke, the more she felt that something was wrong.Then she stopped talking and stared at Tang En, which meant—"Do you have anything to tell me, Uncle Tony?"

Tang En stretched out his hand and gently stroked Shania's head: "Well, my contract with the club is about to expire, and I will not renew my contract with the club." His tone was very calm, as if he was telling A very common thing like that.

Shania's reaction was not calm.This time, she directly propped her body up from the bed with her hands, opened her mouth, and stared at her husband with wide eyes.

"I have a lot of time to spend with you." Tang En smiled and opened his arms to hold Shania in his arms.

Shania lay on Tang En's chest and still didn't realize it: "This...you are not lying to me, Uncle Tony?"

"Today is not April Fool's Day." Tang En pretended to be angry.

"Then... why? You just won the Triple Crown for the forest team..." Shania still couldn't figure it out.It stands to reason that he had just won the Triple Crown, and this was the peak of Uncle Tony's career. How could he choose not to renew his contract at this time? "You didn't want to go to other teams, did you? Like Manchester United or something..."

Tang En continued to laugh: "Didn't I just say that I have more time to spend with you?"

Shania turned her face sideways so that she could see Tang En's eyes: "What's the reason? I don't understand why you chose to resign at this time."

"First, I can spend more time with you. Second..." Dunn hesitated, "I have conflicts with Alan Adams, which can affect my work. But his relationship with the chairman is very Well, obviously I have to leave by myself."

Shania knew about the quarrel between her husband and the marketing manager.When Alan Adams forcibly intervened to sell Lennon back then, Tang En was still very angry when he returned home for several days, which made Shania worry for a long time, for fear that his heart would be stimulated again.Because of this, she didn't have a good impression of that person.For good reason, she would no longer suspect that she was dreaming, or that Uncle Tony was making fun of her again.

"If you resign, just resign. My Uncle Tony is the greatest head coach in the world. Those who want to hire him can travel from London to Paris." Shania rested her chin on the bed with both hands The feet are swaying behind the back.

"Hey, Shania. What I said is that I have more time to spend with you." Tang En reminded her slightly surprised.

Shania glanced at Tang En: "It's fine if it's true."

Tang En still wanted to defend himself, but Shania had already jumped off the bed: "I'm going to cook for you, are you hungry?"

After she finished speaking, she bounced and ran out.

Tang En was lying on the bed, really feeling hungry.But what concerned him more than the sound in his stomach was that Shania obviously didn't believe his words...

Dejected, he lay back on the bed again, looking at the ceiling and moaning.

What a failure. He who has won so many championships only needs to say that he wants to win the championship. Today's media, fans and players will not believe it.But he wanted to make his wife happy, but the wife didn't believe it.

It's easy to win the championship, but hard to coax your wife...

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The Italian Football League has ended long ago, and Inter Milan, which did not reach the Champions League final, was also disbanded the next day after the league ended.As the head coach of the team, Mourinho is even less likely to stay in Milan and continue to work, even if he is a workaholic.At this moment, he is basking in the sun on the beach in his hometown, Setúbal, the third largest port city in Portugal.

Topless, wearing only striped shorts and sunglasses, the head coach with the highest annual salary in the world today is lying on a white beach chair. A glass of whiskey with ice cubes is placed on a small round table next to it. Holding his mobile phone, under the mobile phone is an open book.

There are many tourists on the beach, and most of them bring their families here for vacation and relaxation.Mourinho is alone, not because he and his wife are at odds.He just wants to be alone and enjoy the time like this.Sometimes he likes this, no matter when he is thinking about problems or when he has nothing to think about, there is such a period of time that he can be quiet and belong to himself, and no one will disturb him when he does anything, which is great.

It's a pity that today's undisturbed time didn't last long.

The mobile phone on the round table rang.

Mourinho didn't pick it up at first, he lay on the chair without moving, as if he was asleep.Anyway, he was wearing sunglasses, so no one knew if he slept with his eyes closed.

The phone rang for a while and automatically cut off, and Mourinho didn't even turn his head during the whole process.He is still enjoying this comfortable time that only belongs to him.

Soon the bell rang again, and after thinking for a long time, it still didn't stop.The man lying on the chair finally got a little impatient. Instead of getting up, he just stretched out a hand to touch the phone, put the Bluetooth headset on his ear, and pressed the call button: "Hello."

"Jose!" came the voice of his manager and good friend Mendez. "I have an update that I think will interest you."

"Is it still Manchester United?" Mourinho's voice was lazy, like the afternoon sun.

Before the end of the season, the English media and the Italian media have been hyping up this rumor, saying that Manchester United intends to invite Mourinho to replace Martin O'Neill.In fact, this is not a rumor. There is no impenetrable wall in this world. Tony Twain can hide the fact that he did not renew his contract with the club without telling the Sun. The relationship between Mourinho and Manchester United Adultery is naturally even more difficult to hide from the omnipotent reporter.

As Mourinho's agent, Mendes does have relatively close contact with Manchester United.Manchester United wants to restore their glory, so naturally they need a big-name coach with high standards and prestige. O'Neill's ability is not bad, but he can't control the locker room.Originally, Tony Twain was the most suitable candidate, and he was also the godfather II handpicked by the old godfather of Manchester United, Ferguson. Unfortunately, Twain was not interested in any other teams except Nottingham Forest.Only then did Manchester United find Mourinho, because Manchester United knew that the relationship between Mourinho and Inter Milan was not monolithic.

Although Mourinho has the highest coaching salary in the world at Inter Milan, he is not happy there.The football environment in Italy is completely different from that in the Premier League. As the head coach of a team, he has too many restrictions, as if walking with shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles.He can't say a lot of things, because what he said today will be processed by the media tomorrow, and Chairman Moratti will have a "long talk" with him the day after tomorrow.The coaches of the opponents always think that Mourinho is nothing special, just an ordinary coach who can play tricks and has a wild background.He can get the highest salary only because he can package himself, and those academic coaches in Italy disdain to do so.For them, football is football without anything else.The task of the head coach is to train the team, formulate tactics, and direct the game. To become the number one star of the team is to overwhelm the host.

Sometimes he really misses his days in England. Although there is a club chairman who likes to dictate everything, the air there is still free.

Just like the sea breeze here, it is free and only belongs to him.

"No, it's not Manchester United this time." Mendes' voice on the phone sounded different from usual, perhaps because the signal was distorted during transmission, or because Mendes' own mood had changed.

Mourinho soon knew the answer to that question.

"There are clubs joining the ranks for your new one." Mendes tried to keep his tone close to normal, but in fact he was already a little faster than usual.It can be heard that he himself is very interested in this matter.

"Oh——" Mourinho didn't even raise his eyebrows, and his tone was still lazy. He didn't ask which team it was. This kind of thing often happens. Anyway, whether it's Real Madrid or Manchester United, they treat themselves It's not a day or two to be interested.What he's doing now is reaching for the wine glass that's on the table.

"It's also a Premier League team." Mendes also sold off, even if Mourinho didn't cooperate at all. "This team just hit the headlines of the major sports media..."

Mourinho's hand that was about to touch the wine glass stopped, and his other hand propped up his body. This is the largest movement he has made since answering the phone.Because he was surprised.

Of course he knew which team Mendes was talking about.

"Nottingham Forest? How is this possible?" Mourinho was so surprised that his voice became much louder. The laziness just now was swept away, and all was evaporated by the scorching sun in the afternoon.

Mendes smiled, pleased with his friend's reaction. "I have another message related to this."

"what?"

"The contract renewal talks between Tony Twain and the club fell apart. He decided not to renew his contract, and he will automatically resign when the contract expires."

Mourinho's mood at this time can no longer be described as "surprised", but "shocked".He still maintained the posture just now, with his left hand curled up to support his body, and his right hand reaching for the wine glass.

"The talk has collapsed? Is the salary too low?" This was the only reason Mourinho could think of. As one of the most successful head coaches in the world today, Tony Twain's ultra-low salary has always made people I find it incomprehensible, and so does Mourinho.

"No. I got news from another source that Nottingham Forest Club offered him the highest annual salary in the history of the Premier League."

The Portuguese coach was completely confused.Tang En is not satisfied with the highest annual salary, so what else is he thinking about?
"If you want to know the reason, you can call him. Jose. That's all I know. Dunn treats this as a top secret. Now the media are still waiting for the news that he and the club have successfully renewed his contract. .” As a friend of Mourinho, Mendes naturally guessed what he was thinking at the moment.

Hearing this last sentence, the corners of Mourinho's mouth curled up.He knew that Tang En was playing tricks on the media.

But he wouldn't call Tang En.As he said many years ago, as long as they are football coaches, they will be enemies, not friends.

After finishing the call with Mendes, Mourinho lay down again and continued to enjoy the time that only belonged to him.But this time, his mind was no longer empty, but like a storm on the sea.

That guy Tony Twain actually left Nottingham Forest where he had stayed for 11 years... What was going on in his mind?Nottingham Forest has just achieved the great treble. It is the time when it should be the king, but the head coach has left. What will happen to the future of this team?It's really worrying...

But in fact, Mourinho didn't care about these things. What he cared about was which team Tony Twain would take over after he left Nottingham Forest.In his view, Manchester United is undoubtedly the most likely.Manchester United has always been interested in a relationship with Twain. In the past, Twain was unable to recruit him because he did not want to leave the Forest team.now……

After thinking for a while, Mourinho suddenly came to his senses. Shouldn't Tony Twain be troubled by this?What are you worrying about?

Just as he was cleaning up the messy thoughts in his head and preparing to resume his doze, the phone rang again.

He thought it was Mendez who had some latest news, put on the earphones and answered the call.What came from inside was a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, and it sounded a little excited: "Hi, Jose! I'll make an appointment for you to have a drink with me!"

Mourinho was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the person on the phone was the protagonist in his mind just now——Tony Twain.

"Didn't you quit drinking after you had a heart attack?"

"Some people must drink together, but not others. Anyway, it's just this time."

"I remember saying that unless we weren't football enemies anymore..."

Tang En interrupted Mourinho: "Hey, I have already resigned from Nottingham Forest!"

"Manchester United are waiting."

Tang En smiled: "I heard that they are more interested in you. Actually, I don't plan to continue to be a coach."

Mourinho was surprised by Tang En's words.Then he figured it out again—it must be because of the heart. "But I'm in Portugal now."

"It's okay, I know you are going to explain the World Cup for the Portuguese TV station, and so am I. See you in Brazil!" Tang En took Mourinho's words as agreeing to the request for a drink together.

Mourinho wanted to say something, but Tang En had already hung up the phone.Judging from the sound, Tang En was in a good mood.It's really strange, I can still feel like this after leaving and pouring my heart and soul into it for 11 years...

He shook his head and lay down again. This time he successfully fell asleep, and there were no calls to bother him again.

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The next day, the media finally received the news they had been longing for for a long time - Nottingham Forest Club would hold a press conference to announce the latest news of the contract renewal with Twain!
It seems that Tang En didn't lie to them. Sure enough, after the Champions Cup, the contract renewal work started, and the result was achieved in just three days.

But when a large group of reporters came to the scene with great interest, they found that the only person sitting on the rostrum was Evan Daugherty, and there was no other protagonist, Tony Twain.

Discussions arose all of a sudden, and the ominous premonition in Pierce Bruce's heart became more and more intense along with these discussions.

The press conference was brief.

Evan Dalgety announced with a straight face that the contract renewal negotiations between the club and Twain had been terminated, and the news that the two parties would not renew the contract immediately shocked all the reporters present.Even the Sun newspaper reporters who had received some rumors before were short-circuited after the rumors were confirmed.

Then Evan Dalgetty reviewed Twain's contribution to the team, and said that no matter where Twain does in the future, he will always be remembered by Nottingham Forest Club. I wish him good luck.

After saying this, Evan Dalgety got up and walked out, ignoring the reporters who were shouting his name behind him.

The reporters were of course full of doubts.Why did renewal negotiations fail?Whose responsibility is it?Nottingham Forest has just won the Triple Crown but has undergone major changes. What is the future?Who will be Tony Twain's successor?Where will Tony Twain go after leaving the forest team?
But no one will come to answer them.

The venue suddenly became chaotic. Someone rushed out of the door and rushed away, rushing back to release the news that would definitely shock the European football world.

And Pierce Bruce took out his cell phone in a daze, and dialed Tang En's number directly.

No matter how many times he dials, all he hears is: "...Sorry, the person you dialed has switched off..."

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When the tropical storm formed over the Atlantic Ocean, Tony Twain was sitting on a deck chair on Copacabana Beach in Rio de Janeiro.His wife, Shania, was playing in the sea in front of him in a bikini, while he was writing postcards one by one with his head down.

The mobile phone was placed next to it, but it had already been turned off.

"Dear David: If you have received this postcard, you must know what happened. Thank you for the 11 years you have spent with me, you have been a good helper and partner in my work. I am sorry when I I got angry at you when I was in a bad mood, but I promise I will never yell at you again from now on. You are an excellent assistant coach and you have done a good job on the team. I hope You can continue to do this, the team cannot live without you. Please forgive me for saying goodbye to you in this way, because I really don't know how to face you again..."

After writing this, Tang En stopped and looked up at his wife not far away.The sunshine in Brazil was very bright. He squinted his eyes to appreciate the energetic and sexy figure, and then lowered his head to continue writing.

"...Good luck to you. Sincerely, your most loyal friend, Tony Twain."

After finishing writing this one, he picked up the next blank postcard, put it on his lap, and continued to write with his head down, occasionally raising his head to look at Shania's figure in a daze for a while.

The weather was fine that day, the salty sea breeze was blowing the branches and leaves of the palm trees by the sea, the azure sea water was pushed up and down on the fine white sandy beach by the wind, and the tide ebbed and flowed.The warm sunshine shone on everyone's face, reflecting their different expressions.Against the backdrop of the sapphire sky, Copacabana Beach is bustling with people and bustling.

It's the holidays.

(End of this chapter)