Chapter 429 Volume 3 Red Forest Thank You

"To...Uncle Tony?"

After seeing who the person lying on the ground was, Shania froze.

After hearing Shania call him that, Tang En's heart that had been hanging around finally fell to the ground. He no longer struggled, but lay on the ground with a crooked smile.

"Judy, do you know him!?" The female companions around were all surprised. How could this scruffy-looking man know Shania well?

Shania nodded: "He's the one who gave me that Totoro doll." Then she said to the security guards, "Please let him go, he's here to find me."

Tang En really didn't expect that the little girl could speak Italian. Shania seems to have a talent for languages...

"Mr. Tang En!" A man's voice sounded from behind the security guard. This time it was Shania's manager Terry Fasal, a middle-aged man with a rough face but a delicate mind. Because of Shania, he also recognized Tang En. "Why are you here?" Seeing Tang En who was pinned to the ground by a group of security guards, he was a little surprised.

"This...it's a long story..." Tang En said with his mouth twisted, "But can you let them pull me up first?"

"Hey, what are you doing? Mr. Dunn is my guest."

Another guy who speaks fluent Italian.

The security guards who were still a little hesitant did not hesitate this time, and immediately pulled Tang En up, and someone helped him dust off, and kept saying "I'm sorry" in Italian. The attitudes of the front and the back were really different. Tang En once again deeply realized the importance of mastering one more foreign language.

Tang En, who stood up again, still had scratches and dust on his face, he looked at Shania opposite him and smiled silly.

Seeing this face, Shania couldn't even lose her temper. But Fasal next to him said, "Let's find a place to sit and talk."

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In Shania's apartment, after a brief chat, Fasar left, and now only Dunn and Shania were left. Tang En held the water glass in his hand and looked at Shania who was opposite, with a smirk still on his face.

Shania really has nothing to do with Tang En like this. She got up and went to the bathroom to take out a towel and handed it to Tang En: "Wipe your face."

Tang En obediently took the towel, wiped his face, and then continued to smile: "It feels so good to hear you call me 'Uncle Tony' again, Shania."

Shania pouted.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?"

Shania pretended to be surprised: "Did you call me?" Then she took out the phone from her satchel and glanced, "Oh, it's turned off."

Of course Tang En knew that Shania was lying, but he didn't point it out.

"Have you been busy with work lately?" he asked.

Shania nodded, then shook her head again: "It's okay."

"Have we not seen each other for almost half a year?"

"It didn't take that long, it was online video half a month ago."

"Oh, can a video chat compare to talking face-to-face? No matter how high the resolution of the camera is, can there be a real person sitting in front of me so clearly? No matter how developed the network is, can you talk like this without delay?"

Shania raised her hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, you're right. It's been a long time."

Tang En laughed aloud: "I haven't seen you in half a year, and I think you've grown up a lot."

"Are you going to treat me like an adult?"

"In my eyes... you have always been a little girl who can't grow up."

Shania pouted and stopped talking.

Children want others to treat them as adults. Tang En also had this mentality when he was a child. He thought he could understand Shania's thoughts, but... "Is it good to grow up? Shania, do you really want to grow up?" ?”

"I don't know." Shania shook her head. "But when I grow up, I can do what I want without worrying about my dad and mom always nagging in my ear; 'Judy, you have to do this' 'Jordana, you have to do that'. It's annoying ..."

Just like when I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, I would watch cartoons every night and no one would come to sleep. I don’t have to worry about being beaten and scolded when my grades are too bad. No one cares about what you want to do, and you can decide what you want...

What a pure ideal.

Tang En smiled as he looked at Shania who was looking down and sullen. He got up and changed a seat, sitting next to Shania. He raised his hand, circled around Shania's head, hung in the air for a moment, hesitated, and finally placed it lightly on Shania's shoulder.

"But my lord, there are troubles too."

Shania rested her head on Dun En's shoulder, and then asked a question that alarmed Tang En: "For example, are you troubled by the scandal hyped by the media?"

After saying these words, Shania could clearly feel Tang En's waist straightened up and his body stiffened. She lowered her head and secretly laughed.

"Cough cough." Tang En coughed twice, "The paparazzi made up that story, Miss Gloria and I have nothing to do, we are just good friends. She drove me to see you. , In fact, she is a very good person, if you see her, you will definitely like her."

Shania snorted.

Tang En felt that it was not good to continue this topic. He looked at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock. "Ah, it's so late... I should go back. There's still a match tomorrow..."

Shania moved his head away from Tang En's shoulder, he withdrew his hand and took out a ticket from his pocket, and handed it to Shania: "I think you definitely haven't bought a ticket, so I'll give you one. "

"Tomorrow? I have a job tomorrow..." Although Shania said so, she still took the ticket.

"If you're too busy with work, it's okay if you can't go."

Tang En stood up, and Shania escorted him to the door.

Just when Tang En was about to turn around and leave, Shania stopped him: "Uncle Tony."

"Ah?" Tang En turned and looked at Shania who was leaning against the door.

"Thank you for coming to see me..." Shania poked her head out and said to Tang En.

Tang En smiled: "Go back and rest, you still have to work tomorrow."

"En." Shania nodded, and then Tang En watched her turn and go back to the room. He heard her close the door, and then walked towards the elevator.

This is a high-rise elevator apartment, so you don't have to worry about paparazzi guarding the corridor or the door. Because the security guards won't let them in, but if they stay outside the building, no one can control them.

Tang En walked out of the hall and deliberately stood at the door for a while, looking left and right, he knew there must be someone hiding on both sides. But it is impossible for him to sever contact and communication with people he is familiar with because he is afraid of being followed and photographed by paparazzi. They just shoot if they want to, and they are not afraid of the shadow.

Thinking of this, Tang En straightened his collar and walked out.

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Seeing Tang En downstairs get into a taxi through the window, Shania closed the curtains again, and then called her manager Terry Fasal: "Mr. ...help me push it?"

"Because you're going to the football game?"

"Um……"

"Okay, I know."

"Excuse me, Mr. Farsal."

"Where is it, I am also very happy to see you two getting back together." Fasal laughed and hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, Shania laughed as she thought of the mirror in which Tang En was pushed to the ground by a group of security guards.

I couldn't get through the phone, and I came across this live program on TV by chance, and came here in person, and was mistaken by the security guard for a thief and a hooligan, who was pushed to the ground and struggled... Uncle Tony, how cute!

It was already 11:30 when Tang En returned to the hotel where he was staying. The players had already entered the room to rest, but Chris Lak was worried about Tang En and was still waiting at the door of his room. When he saw Tang En appearing in front of him When I was there, I was a little surprised. Not because of Tang En's return, but because of the torn coat.

"Did you go out...to drink?" Chris Lak thought for a while, but didn't say "fight". Although he knew that Tang En had a bad temper, he was not the one who took the initiative to cause trouble.

"No." Tang En said with a smile.

"Then your clothes..." Chris Lak pointed to the torn sleeves.

"Oh." Tang En looked down, "Accident, it was pure accident. But David, what are you doing here? Have the players gone to rest?"

"I'll wait for you." Chris Rack shrugged, "They all went to sleep."

"Very well, you can go to rest too, David. Don't forget that there will be a long battle tomorrow."

Chris Lak looked at the smiling Tang En, sighed in his heart, and said to himself: Do you still know that there will be a fierce battle tomorrow?

"Okay, you should rest early, too."

While saying this, Chris Lak didn't move. He watched Tang En open the door, enter the room, and close the door again before turning around and leaving.

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Tang En slept very deeply this time, slept for a long time, and slept soundly. He didn't even have a dream, and he was full of energy when he woke up. His heart is no longer up and down, and now no matter how much the media hype, he will not be troubled by it. Now he can really put all his energy into the match against Inter Milan, but he doesn't know if it's too late...

Because the game time is in the evening, the three meals are brought forward. After lunch, the team rests, and then there is dinner at around 4:00 pm, and then after a short break, the team will wait for the bus and rush to the stadium for pre-match preparations.

There are only two themes for this day-rest and competition.

During the dinner, Twain appeared in front of all the players. His spirit seemed to be very good, and his voice was also full.

"Good morning, guys!"

A burst of laughter.

"Boss, it's already afternoon!"

Tang En also smiled: "It's great to see you all so energetic. Everyone, are you ready?"

"Everything is OK!"

"Very good, let's eat." Tang En waved his hand, turned and walked out of the restaurant. There are people waiting for him outside.

Chris Glonia's work has already started, but she didn't see what happened in the rest of yesterday, she was not very relieved, so she came to the hotel to see Tang En. Tang En had to thank him in person.

Although there are already many media inside and outside the hotel lobby, the meeting between Tang En and Glonia did not mean to hide. They generously found a place to sit and chat in the hotel lobby, ignoring the flashing lights of the reporters.

"I really want to thank you for what happened yesterday." Tang En thanked again.

"It seems that your troubles have been resolved, Mr. Tang En. Your spirit has improved a lot." Glonia blinked. "Tonight's game is worth looking forward to."

Tang En smiled.

"Chris?"

"Um?"

"Have you interviewed many people in football circles?"

"Yes, I have a partnership with UEFA. If they want to make some feature films, most of the time they will ask me for help."

"Aren't you saying that a head coach like me... who has to go out to solve personal problems before an important game is very incompetent and weird?"

"But this is the real you, I think it's very good. It's much better than those who put on a mask when they face the camera and say something that they usually sniff at." Gronia shook her head.

"Thanks."

Glonia stood up: "I should go back, you are going to the stadium soon? Let's meet there." She held out her hand generously.

"Okay, goodbye." Tang En also extended his hand. Under the attention of the media, the two naturally shook hands.

Gossip? Tang En doesn't have this word in his mind anymore. Outsiders can understand it as they like, as long as the people he cares about don't think that way. I, Tang En, have no obligation to serve the media and the public who love to watch the show.

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As a stadium shared by rivals in the same city, it is famous all over the world because the two teams are giants, so it has two names-San Siro and Meazza.

San Siro is what AC Milan fans call their own team's home stadium, and Meazza is what Inter Milan fans call this stadium. AC Milan fans will never call this stadium "Meazza", and Inter Milan fans will never allow others to call this stadium "San Siro" in front of them.

The antagonism between the fans of the two teams has created a special story in this stadium.

Regarding football, there is a proverb in the UK - no derby, no modern football.

This sentence is very correct whether it is placed in the UK or other countries. Milan, Italy, the capital of fashion, is also the capital of football because of the Derby. Rarely does a city have two world-class giants, each with a long and illustrious history, sharing the same stadium.

Seeing the familiar stadium appear in front of his eyes, the captain of Nottingham Forest, Demetrio Albertini, felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I really didn't expect that after being loaned to Atletico Madrid in the 2002-03 season, I could return to this stadium again. Although his opponent is not AC Milan now, but his old rival Inter Milan.

Should he thank Tony Twain? It was this man who gave himself the chance to come back to San Siro again. But why is it as a "guest"?

Tang En, who was sitting in the front row, turned his head and glanced at Albertini, who was staring out of the car window at the approaching stadium.

Chris Lark also noticed it. Reminiscent of Albertini's feelings for this stadium, he became a little worried: "Tony, Demi..."

"Don't worry, David. I believe in Demi, he is a professional player." Tang En said as he turned his head and looked at the front.

Tang En was right. When Albertini changed into Nottingham Forest's jersey in the dressing room and put the captain's armband on his left arm, his eyes changed. They were sharp, determined, and calm.

He is the captain of the team, everyone on the team is watching him, and the coach is also watching him. How can he have any emotions that have nothing to do with this game? If the captain is shaken, then don't expect others to be able to play well.

The players have finished warming up and returned to the locker room.

Tang En stood at the door and said to the players in the room with serious expressions: "I don't want to talk too much nonsense. I only have one request for every game, as you know. Today's game is no exception—do everything possible Go for victory!"

As soon as Tang En finished speaking, Albertini was the first to stand up, which startled many people.

"Guys, let's go!"

He was the first to open the locker room door.

The road under his feet leads to the familiar green field. He has walked this road for 14 years. Whether it is AC Milan's home game or an "away game" against Inter Milan, he regards himself as the master of this stadium. Master, this time I am really walking this path as a "guest".

But so what?

I am Dmitrio Albertini and this is my way.

Nottingham Forest's number 4 strode out.

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