Chapter 467: Volume 3: Red Forest, New Beginning

As a loser, there is absolutely nothing to say about the situation after the game. It’s just that club chairman Evan Dougherty went to the hotel where the team was staying after the game and cashed in the promised bonus on the spot, which somewhat brought some smiles to the lost players.

Tang En didn't go to receive the bonus, he locked himself in the door.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is still angry about losing the game, and angry about the referee's problem. In fact, that was just the impression he gave to others, and he was blaming himself for his mistakes.

I always think that if I know the future in advance, I will be very powerful, and I can rely on this to make my way through the rivers and lakes and make a living. This is his little secret, a secret that no one close to him will know. He used this in advance to dig up the stars who will become popular in the future, paving the way for his start.

He thought everything would be fine.

Unexpectedly... In the final of the Champions Cup, I was bound by the advanced memory, and I was timid. My mind is full of what that match was like, it was a match that happened in another time and space and had nothing to do with today's final!

He could think he was fooled, but who fooled him? fate? No, it was himself.

So Tang En locked himself in the room, turned off his mobile phone, and no one could disturb him. In such a closed space, he began to reflect on everything he had done in the past.

He traveled here in April 2007, and the memory ahead of this era will expire in another year. What to do at that time?

Without the advanced memory, can I not afford to leave? So can it be said that the results of these two seasons are all based on their own money?

In normal times, didn't I carefully study Tang's coaching notes left at home, read countless theoretical books, study game videos, and secretly study with the coaches of the coaching staff around me anytime, anywhere? He never thought that with his four and a half years of advanced memory, he could survive in this cruel world of fame and fortune.

This is not a game like Champion Football Manager, nor is it an FM produced by the SI work of my own club. If he makes a mistake or loses, life will not give him a chance to reload the file and start over, and he can't use the rogue tactics of adding a manager to get the result he wants.

Losing to Barcelona in the Champions League final became a catalyst in Twain's heart.

He needs to completely let go of the memories of the past, let go of the rope that bound him. He wanted to see if he could continue to work in this position even if he had no advanced memory, cheats, and editor.

After he became famous in League One and was interviewed, he told Dr. Constantine that he was a "natural coach". Now he wants to prove the truth of this statement. Is he really worthy of sitting in that position? Did he get this position by being possessed by a time-traveling possession of a hapless guy who is the acting head coach? step to today?

He hopes to use his actual actions to find the answer after this final.

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After losing the game, no one feels bad. Although Coach Twain did not announce what time to turn off the lights and go to bed, most of the forest team players returned to their rooms and closed the door.

Club chairman Evan Dalgety and Alan Adams came to the door of Dunn's room after distributing bonuses.

"Is he still in there?" Allen asked assistant coach David Chris Lacker.

Chris Lark nodded: "Yes, I have been locked in the house since I got out of the bus."

"Did he say anything to you?" Allen continued.

"No, I didn't say anything. I saw that he kept a gloomy face, and he didn't dare to ask..."

Allen recalled the scene at the awards ceremony.

"This Tony...is still like a child." He could only shake his head helplessly.

"Should I call the waiter to open the door?" Chris Lark asked.

Evan Daugherty raised his hand and vetoed the proposal: "No. Let him rest and leave him alone. He's under more stress than any of us, and there's nothing wrong with venting his temper... Let's go. You Rest early too, David."

"I will, Mr. Chairman. Good night."

The two said goodbye to the team's assistant coach and walked to the elevator.

"Evan, sometimes I think you have indulged him too much." Allen was obviously still worried about what happened at today's awards ceremony. Why is he brooding? Of course, it was because Tang En's impulsiveness ruined the good cooperation and image that Allen had worked so hard to build up with UEFA... Does anyone think that UEFA pays so much attention to the Forest team and finds someone to make a documentary? Because the Forest team has a good record? How could all this be possible without Allen's activities behind the scenes?

The two stood still and waited for the elevator. Evan Daugherty smiled: "Of course I know."

"Then you still..."

"As a manager, Alan, you need to adopt different management methods according to the different characteristics of your subordinates. What kind of person is Tony, I know very well that treating him is different from treating others. He needs you to give him absolute trust and dedication. Support, and then he will return you very, very rich benefits. He can’t invest a little money and make a lot of money, a huge profit business.” At this moment, Evan Dalgetty looks nothing like what he himself Yan, is a man who is lucky and can achieve such achievements only with the help of others. "You have seen his results, I don't think we can find a second manager who is more suitable for the Forest team. Temper, and sometimes even need to wipe his ass."

Evan turned his head to look at his old partner and smiled, Alan Ye looked at him, and the two just looked at each other until the elevator rang to open the door.

"I see... I will try to restore the relationship with UEFA." Allen sighed.

"I knew you were the most trustworthy, Alan."

"Don't flatter me!" Allen gave Evan Daugherty a look. "Evan, I want to warn you. Tony is a strong horse. He runs fast. He has talent. He can inspire The team followed him and brought us a lot of benefits and glory, but you'd better find a rope strong enough to wrap around his neck. If one day you feel that he is beyond your tolerance, tighten it it."

When he made the movement to close, he found that Evan Dalgety was not by his side, but was standing in the elevator, reminding him: "If you don't come in, the door will be closed, Allen."

Allen froze for a moment, saw the door being closed, and quickly ducked in.

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Tang En didn't know how he fell asleep. He remembered that because he lost the game, he locked himself in his room to reflect when he returned to the hotel. He didn't even have a bath, and he didn't take off his clothes. He just lay on the bed and reflected. Thinking about it... After a busy day, he slowly fell asleep under great mental pressure.

When he woke up again, it was already the next day, and it was still dark, and it was pitch black outside the window, and he couldn't see anything.

Today is the day for the team to fly out of Paris, and they will return to Nottingham, where they will announce their disbandment. A new holiday starts today.

After a good night's sleep, I woke up feeling much better than yesterday, and my stress disappeared. It's just that the frustration after the loss is still there, and it hasn't reduced a bit. People are always obsessed with what they have lost, and they are full of longing for things they have not got. Tang En would still feel disappointed and regretful when he thought of how close he was to being the European champion.

But if you lose it, you lose it. No matter how much you regret it, it’s useless to regret it until your intestines are green. What is lost will not come back, and we still have to put our eyes on the front.

Tang En jumped off the bed, did not wash up, but went straight to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the dark night outside, so dark that there were no stars.

Is this the legendary...the darkness before dawn?

After standing in front of the window for a while, Tang En walked back. He remembered that the phone was not turned on, so he picked it up from the pillow.

As soon as I turned it on, I received a dozen text messages all at once.

Most of them are in comfort and encouragement mode.

of course there are exceptions.

Chris Glonia was very interested in Twain's surprising behavior at the awards ceremony, and sent a text message expressing her surprise and inquiry.

Seeing this text message, Tang En himself remembered what he did at the scene yesterday. After he calmed down, he thought about it again and realized how outrageous it was. In front of 80,000 live audiences and countless TV viewers, he gave away the silver medal that UEFA had just issued to him... Although the medal is already his own, he has the right to dispose of it at will. But on that occasion, at that time, and in that context, it could easily be seen as a provocation and mockery of UEFA-even though he meant these things.

He knew he was in trouble for the club again. He doesn't care about the fine, it's worth spending some money to vent in such a big scene. He is worried that he will be suspended by UEFA for this, which will be very detrimental to the team's Champions League journey next season.

Maybe I should ask Gloria to use her connections and influence in this circle to intercede for me?

Tang En put his finger on the reply button, but he still didn't press it in the end.

Begging a woman, he can't do this kind of thing.

Don's text message was simple, offering no comfort or regret. I just told him that the entire game video was recorded and that he would study it after he got home.

How else can we say that the two of them have a tacit understanding? On this side Tang En is still reflecting on his mistakes in this game, on the other side Tang En has already recorded the whole game, and is waiting for Tang En to study and reflect together after returning home. Next season, with such a tacit understanding as an assistant, Twain will have more confidence to make a comeback.

Dozens of text messages do not mean that ten people sent them. This mobile phone number is relatively private, so not many people know it.

Except for a few people, the rest of the text messages were all written by one person - Shania.

Obviously, Shania was very worried about turning off the phone. From the extremely short text messages she sent, Dunn could clearly see Shania's emotional changes - from comfort to encouragement, and then to questions, anxiety, threats...

"It's nothing, football games are won and lost, Uncle Tony."

"There will be chances in the future. This is definitely not Uncle Tony's only Champions Cup final experience!"

"Shut down? Why shut down?"

"Power on, Uncle Tony!"

"Hey, what are you doing? No, it's just a game! As for it? Come back to me!"

"Uncle bastard, if you don't reply, I will ignore you in the future!"

"Okay, I surrender! I will still talk to you in the future, now you can start the machine with confidence..."

What these text messages actually conveyed was only one meaning—worried.

Tang En looked at it, and his gloomy mood gradually improved.

He originally wanted to make a phone call to apologize to Shania, but when he thought about the time now, he was afraid of waking up the sleeping girl. I had to edit a text message and send it.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, everything is OK. Thank you for your concern, I'm sorry for making you worry."

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When the Nottingham Forest players got up one after another, washed up, and went downstairs to have breakfast, they were surprised to find that the leader was already sitting by the window, reading the newspaper in the bright morning sun.

"Boss..." Ribery called.

Hearing someone calling him, Tang En raised his head: "Hey, Frank. It's just right, come and help me read the newspapers. I can't read the French." He pointed to the newspaper in his hand and said.

Franck Ribery wanted to roll his eyes, he was so focused on reading the newspaper just now, so you couldn't understand a single word...

He walked over, took the newspaper, glanced at it briefly, and his face changed.

"What?" Tang En sat on the chair, looked up at him and asked.

"Uh...it's nothing, it's just an episode about yesterday's awards ceremony..."

Tang En nodded: "Well, I know that. I want to hear their evaluation."

"They... they said you were arrogant, eccentric, impulsive, hot-tempered, unmannered... in short, not a good thing to say, boss."

Tang En laughed: "What do you think of what happened yesterday?"

"I felt quite relieved at the time..."

"Haha, that's good. Let's go eat." Tang En took the newspaper again and signaled Ribery to leave.

The Frenchman didn't leave right away. He stood there and asked, "Boss, this isn't our last Champions League final, is it?"

Tang En nodded.

Only then did Ribery turn around and go to the restaurant to eat with satisfaction.

The players came down one after another, greeted Tang En, and then were rushed to the restaurant by Tang En. Tang En didn't take the initiative to greet him until assistant coach David Chris Lack stepped out of the elevator.

"Here, David." He beckoned Chris Rucker over.

"You're awake, Tony."

"Well, I woke up very early... I have to apologize to you about what happened in the locker room yesterday." Tang En said sincerely. "I'm sorry to be mad at you. You know, I'm not targeting you..."

"Of course I know." Chris Lark raised his hand to signal Dunn not to continue talking. "You're under more pressure than us, so it's okay to let you vent. It's hard to lose, and I know it very well. It's good to vent it, but it's not good to keep it in your heart."

Looking at this assistant who understood him, Tang En nodded slightly. "Thank you, David."

"We are partners. We will work hard together next season. The future of the Forest team depends entirely on you, Tony! We didn't win the championship this time, let's come back next time!"

The hands of the two were tightly held together.

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In the afternoon, the Forest team's plane arrived at London Heathrow Airport. When the tired and frustrated players walked off the plane with their heads down, they were surprised to see so many welcomers.

Among the welcome crowd, there is a huge banner that is very eye-catching:

You are our heroes! Thanks!

Tang En stood on the gangway of the plane and waved to the crowd below.

It's a new beginning...

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