champion godfather

Chapter 988 Is the heart of the Seven Lion King nervous?
Where is the best business in England after night falls on the [-]th of July?
Without a doubt, the bar.Let's break it down in more detail, the best business is the bar where you can watch the football game.

English people like to watch football in groups. Watching football at home is not as comfortable as going to a bar with friends to drink beer while watching football.

BBC5 started the live broadcast of the game two hours in advance. They reported the final from various angles. After all, this was the first time in 50 years, and the audience would not agree if it was not a little grand.

Tang is not the kind of person who likes to join in the fun. He prefers to watch the TV broadcast quietly at home by himself rather than making noise with many people.

But tonight, he seemed restless.

"My dear~~~" His wife Tang Jing was wearing a sexy lingerie, standing in front of Tang, just blocking the TV screen. "am I pretty?"

"Beautiful." Tang's gaze never left the TV screen. After seeing Tang Jing blocking his view, he changed seats and saw the TV screen from another angle.And responded casually.On the screen, Shearer invited by the BBC is analyzing England's possible playing list for the audience today.Tang En was still the same as before, not announcing the starting list until the last moment.

Any fool could see that Tang was just being perfunctory, and a look of resentment flashed across Tang Jing's face.Don changed positions, and she followed suit.

"Then do you want me?" Tang Jing didn't blush at all when she said this.After staying in the UK for a long time, the shyness of the Chinese has long been thrown to Java.

This time Tang turned his attention to Tang Jing.Looking at his wife who pulled the bra straps to her elbows, revealing half of her breasts, he shook his head seriously: "I don't want to."

This answer really made Tang Jing very embarrassed, and she was about to lose her temper.Tang also realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly added: "At least not tonight."

Where is this save?This is clearly adding fuel to the fire.

Tang Jing erupted like a volcano.She took off the bra that was about to fall off and threw it on Tang's face: "Then go have sex with football!"

After yelling, she rushed back to the bedroom angrily shaking the two balls of white meat on her chest.Of course, she didn't forget to slam the door hard, and she shook off a lot of the dust on the ceiling.

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Tang smiled helplessly.He turned his attention back to the TV screen again, and finally no one came to disturb him watching the game. As for the sound like falling objects from the bedroom, he could no longer penetrate his ears for a long time.

"...The England team hasn't started yet, but we can already see players appearing in the hotel lobby on the first floor one after another..."

On the TV screen, there is a picture of the interior of the hotel taken by the reporter from a distance. It is somewhat blurry, but Rooney, Mitchell and others can be recognized.As for where Tang En is, the camera is still searching.

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Tang En was sitting in a blind spot where the camera couldn't capture, chatting with Des Walker.The elevator can be seen at a glance from their seats, and he silently checks the number of every player who comes out of there, and then checks to see if anyone is still on it.

"Des, are you nervous?" Tang En asked.

"Kind of. Don't you?" Walker asked rhetorically.

"Of course I have some too." Tang En smiled, "Didn't you see that I've been chewing gum?" He pointed to his mouth, "I've been chewing for an hour."

"Why are you chewing when it's tasteless?"

"You're right." Tang En wrapped the chewing gum in paper and threw it in the ashtray.Then he took another piece and put it in his mouth. "I should buy bubble gum, that's kind of fun."

"I don't think you're nervous at all now, Tony..."

Tang En showed a surprised expression: "Really? That's good!"

In fact, he was really nervous, but he didn't want outsiders to see it, so he had to do other things and talk nonsense to divert his attention.Chatting with Walker here seems to have worked.

The one who walked out of the elevator was Mitchell. He was so tall and stood out from the crowd. Tang En noticed the dejected expression on his face at first sight. This kid was still bitter about not being able to participate in the finals.

"Aaron, come here!" he called, waving.

Mitchell walked over obediently.

"Sit." Tang En pointed to the sofa opposite. "This is the coach's seat. Those players who are going to play tonight are not eligible to enjoy it."

He joked about Mitchell.

"Thank you, boss..." Knowing that Tang En was comforting himself, even though he was still unhappy in his heart, Mitchell did not show it.

"Don't think too much, just wait and enjoy the championship." Tang En reached over and patted him on the shoulder.

"But I feel that even if I win the championship, I can't help it, and it's meaningless..."

"You can't say that. If you sit on the sidelines with a sad face all the time, what will happen if your teammates see it? It will affect their mood and cause their state to deteriorate. I'm not joking. When When you are working hard on the court, when you look up, you find that there is always a person off the court with a sad face, or eating melon seeds as if nothing happened, do you feel very uncomfortable?"

Mitchell froze for a moment. He admitted that the boss's words were very convincing. After thinking about it seriously, he felt that if he encountered that situation, his mood would indeed be affected.

"Smile, Aaron." Tang En grinned at Mitchell, "Smiling can bring incredible magical power. Your smile can infect your teammates and make them more confident in overcoming difficulties and defeating powerful enemies. Remember, no matter what happens, you are one. Whether you play or not, you will affect your teammates, which will affect the game. Do you know why I never look down on the court? Even if you lose Ball, I'm just angry. Anger can make people motivated, but depression can only make people lose fighting spirit and confidence, which is a contagious disease."

Mitchell was awakened by Tang En's words, and suddenly realized.

"I see, boss." A smile appeared on his face.

"Just understand, go back to the team. From now on, you will be disqualified from sitting here!" Tang En slapped him on the head.

Mitchell hurriedly got up and left.

"Talk to them, don't let them come on stage with worries about you." Tang En's voice came from behind.Mitchell turned around and replied, "I know!"

"It's really you, Tony." Des Walker sighed sincerely when he saw Mitchell running away alive and kicking, completely different from the dusk when he walked over before. "Adjust the mentality of the players. I really haven't seen a few people who can reach your level."

"It's actually very simple. Put yourself into the perspective of the players and think about it, and just speak sincerely." Tang En leaned back on the sofa.This time he saw Wood come down from the elevator.He was the last man on the team to come down and it looked like he was up there doing a captain's duty, calling everyone down before leaving.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch.There are nearly two hours until the game starts.

"It's almost time. I don't want to be watched like a monkey in a zoo by the reporters outside. Get ready to go." He stood up, which was the signal.After seeing him get up, the players who had been chatting or taking a nap in the three areas scattered around the lobby also got up one after another and started walking towards the bus parked outside the gate.

When the reporters outside saw the commotion inside, they also got excited. They flocked to the bus from their hiding place and charged the defense line formed by the security guards, wanting to take close-up photos of the players getting on the bus.

The fans were much more innocent than the reporters. They just shouted outside the isolation line: "We are the champions! We are the champions! England! England! Ooh!"

"They're leaving!" the BBC5 reporter who was in charge of reporting at the hotel shouted excitedly.

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At the same time, the location host in Italy announced with the same emphasis that the Italian team was on the way to the championship.

Two buses with different colors drove towards the Bernabéu Stadium from different directions, with police cars clearing the way and traffic controlled.In the sky, there is a helicopter rented by the TV station to follow and shoot overhead. This appearance is really majestic.

When the England team's car arrived outside the Bernabeu stadium, even if it was a sealed air-conditioned car, the huge din from the Bernabeu could be heard inside.

In the night, the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium is shrouded in a dazzling white light. It is the "White House" in the football world, and it is waiting for the two protagonists tonight.

When the cars stopped and the players stepped off the bus and appeared in front of reporters and fans, they caused a commotion.The policemen who maintained order at the scene tried their best to hold back the surging crowd as if they were facing an enemy.The players, who had been familiar with this scene for a long time, did not stay longer, but filed into the passage and walked to the locker room.

Tang En, who was the last to get out of the car, accepted a brief interview with BBC5 through the police.

"It is said that a large number of England fans have flocked to Spain in the past two days. Obviously, they did not expect their team to reach the final. What do you think of this, Mr. Twain?" The reporter held the earphone with one hand and the microphone with the other. He spoke very fast, but with his standard London accent in such a noisy environment, Dunn could still hear the question clearly.

"I'm very happy." Tang En also raised his voice to answer this question, "I even hope that the Bernabéu will allow those English fans who don't have tickets to enter the stadium to watch the game. Ha! Make this our home stadium! But the Italians will definitely object of!"

"Italy a very strong team?"

"Of course. No weak team can reach the final, not even a team like Greece."

"You have fond memories of the Bernabeu..."

"Yes." Speaking of this, Tang En showed a smile on his face. "Here I achieved the Treble two years ago. I like the Bernabeu."

"Can I ask again, does Mitchell's absence have any effect on the final?"

"I don't think it matters. We are a whole, not one person's team. Every player who can be selected for the national team is very good, I don't worry about it."

Tang En waved his hand, signaling that he was leaving.

The reporter just heard the eager voice of the director from the earphones: "Ask him one last question, don't let him go! Let the audience hear his championship declaration! Stimulate him!"

"Wait, Mr. Tang En, please wait a moment..." While pressing the earphones and listening to the latest instructions from the director, the reporter reached out and stopped Tang En. "Last question: Have you ever thought about what if you don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang En interrupted roughly: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. We are not here to fight hard and fight for a runner-up!"

The reporter's idiot question made him a little dissatisfied, this time he turned around and walked away resolutely.

The reporter saw the cameraman giving him a thumbs up, and there was a satisfied voice from the director in the headset: "Well done, Louis! This championship declaration is really impressive! Alright, now go to the stadium and wait for them to come out to warm up !"

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Similarly, at another entrance, the Italian team was also sought after by the media and fans.

With a cigar in his hand, Lippi wore a neat suit like an old Italian gentleman, very elegant.

He was being interviewed by Italian state television as his players filed into the tunnel behind him.

"England without Mitchell, is that good news?"

"No, they still have Rooney and other good attackers." Lippi did not show the slightest optimism. "Mitchell is not the core of the team and his absence has little impact on England."

"Will there be a penalty kick in this game?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on the score after 10 minutes." Lippi's answer was watertight.

"This is your last coaching, do you want to end with a European championship?"

"Of course, I hope we can go back to Italy with the European trophy."

"But some people are worried that you have already won almost all the championships, and you will lack motivation..."

"I haven't won the European Cup yet." Lippi was not dissatisfied with this evaluation, but responded with a smile.

"Thank you for the interview and good luck."

"Good luck to Italy."

"Never proud or underestimate the enemy, calm and sophisticated. We saw a reassuring head coach." After Lippi left, the reporter commented on the camera. "I think Tony Twain has met his opponent. Should I wish him good luck? No, I hope good luck stays away from him and away from England. See you later!"

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"It's over, I'm a little nervous..." Joe Mattock stood on the sidelines, looked up and looked around the crowded stands, and a thought suddenly hit his mind-this is the final, the European Cup final, England 50 The first finals in years!

Just thinking about it made his legs go weak, his heart beat fast, and his lips went dry.

"Damn it!" Mitchell scolded next to him, "If you're nervous, replace me! I'll admit to being a left-back! You're promising, okay? You're from Nottingham Forest, so don't embarrass our Forest team!"

Tang En's words had an effect, and now Mitchell is full of fighting spirit.

"Uh..." Joe Mattock scratched his head in embarrassment.After being scolded by Mitchell like this, the tension was slightly reduced.

In fact, it wasn't just Joe Mattock who was nervous, but everyone didn't tell him so bluntly.Now after hearing Mitchell's words, they also find their nervousness funny.Some people can't help but want to be nervous. Those who can play in the game, where should they think about whether they are nervous?Shouldn't their minds be full of the immediate game?

"Warm up, guys. What are you doing here? Chatting the weather?"

Tang En's voice sounded behind him, and a group of people rushed onto the court.

(End of this chapter)