Chapter 517 Volume 4 The Storm Can't Be Better Signed

The headquarters of FIFA is in Zurich, the capital of Switzerland, while the headquarters of UEFA is in the small town of Nyon, Switzerland. Here, today, almost all of the best football coaches in Europe are gathered.

The draw ceremony for the quarter-finals of this season's European Champions Cup will be held here, and the media flocked to report, waiting for the suspense to be revealed.

The lottery ceremony was held in the afternoon, and from the afternoon onwards, many cars began to drive in front of the hotel where the lottery ceremony was held. The reporters waiting at the entrance of the hotel began to get busy, and the people they were waiting for showed up one by one.

It was as if these coaches had discussed it in advance. Those who came early were all the head coaches of non-rich teams, and none of the real big-name giants appeared.

Then at the last moment, this group of talents arrived late.

The first person to appear in front of the media was Manchester United coach Ferguson, who gave a short interview after he got out of the car. His arrival has re-energized the reporters who were waiting hard-everyone still likes to see the head coach of a wealthy team appear here.

While Ferguson was being interviewed, a white Audi stopped at the entrance of the hotel behind him, and the person walking down from it was his old enemy——Arthur Wenger.

As if he didn't see Ferguson, Wenger walked straight past him. When the reporters saw the Arsenal coach appearing here, half of them immediately shunted away to bet on Wenger. It was some distance before stopping for an interview.

Tang Jing, who came to interview the lottery ceremony, saw this scene, her eyes lit up. Thanks to the well-developed media, the grievances of these coaches in the Premier League are often more interesting than the gossip of the stars. In the leagues of other countries, coaches may not have such exposure. Enmity and hatred".

Starting from Ferguson and Wenger, big-name coaches have appeared one after another.

Bayern coach Hitzfeld, Inter Milan coach Mancini, Real Madrid coach Fabio Capello...

The presence of each caused a flurry and commotion among the reporters.

Tang En and Tang were sitting in the dark red car provided by UEFA, chatting casually. He found that the speed of the car had slowed down, so he looked out. Soon he drew back and smiled at Tang and said, "I think we're almost at our destination."

"It's very lively." Tang looked at the cars parked along the road and said casually.

"It's really lively." Tang En laughed. A large group of people with this kind of grievances got together, and it would be hell if it wasn't lively.

When Tang En and Tang could already clearly see the reporters surrounding the door, the car stopped. The driver turned from the front door and said, "Here we are, gentlemen."

"Thank you." Tang thanked the driver, and then opened the door to get out of the car, but Tang En stopped him.

"Wait a little longer." He pointed out to the puzzled Tang.

Through the car window, Don saw that the person who got out of the car parked in front of them was Chelsea coach Jose Mourinho.

Oh—Don suddenly realized.

Mourinho looked popular, and the flashes outside didn't stop from the moment he got off the bus. Reporters flocked to him, and countless microphones were pointed at him. He stood in the crowd with a smile on his face, looking handsome. Some English media said that Mourinho is the most handsome coach, and it seems that it is not completely flattering.

As for Mourinho's questions, Tang En was not in a hurry to get out of the car. He just sat in the car and focused on looking at Mourinho outside.

The driver found it strange that the two of them hadn't gotten out of the car. He turned his head many times, hoping to remind them with this action. But Tang En turned a blind eye to this. Tang knew in his heart what the driver meant, but Tang En refused to go down, so he had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it.

It took about two minutes before the reporters became interested in the dark red Mercedes that was parked at the door but remained silent for a long time. The glass windows of the car have been specially treated, and nothing can be seen from the outside, but it is very clear to see the outside from the inside.

Someone left Mourinho and turned his attention here. And another car parked behind this car impatiently honked its horn, and almost everyone's attention was turned. Even Mourinho, who was answering questions in an interview, honked his horn impatiently. Honk turned his head.

Sitting in the car, Tang En took out his sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put them on, then smiled slyly at Tang: "It's time for us to play, Tang."

After speaking, he opened the car door first and leaned out.

Tang reluctantly followed behind him. He knew Tang En's thoughts. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing of stealing the limelight.

As soon as Tang En showed up, everyone was no longer surprised by the strange behavior of the car just now.

This is probably the first thought in everyone's mind - it turned out to be this guy!

Tang En wore sunglasses, smiled brightly, and waved to the media: "Hey, good afternoon everyone."

All the reporters looked up at the sky one after another - there was no sunshine in the cloudy sky...

Taking advantage of the stunned time of these reporters, Tang Jing squeezed in front of Tang En. "We meet again, Mr. Tang En." She greeted in Chinese, and Tang En replied in Chinese.

"I didn't expect to see you everywhere, Miss Tang."

The Chinese dialogue between the two made the surrounding reporters confused. Tang Jing quickly switched back to English and asked her own question: "Do you have any expectations for this lottery, Mr. Tang En?"

This question was exactly what other reporters wanted to ask. As soon as someone had already asked it, many microphones, recording pens, and mobile phones were all stuffed in front of Tang En's mouth.

Tang En coughed and was about to answer...

Speaking of which, as soon as Tang En got out of the car, the Mercedes-Benz couldn't wait to drive to the parking lot. Then the car that was originally behind them drove over and stopped right behind Tang En. The door was opened, and a man in a dark suit with countless braids on his head stepped out.

Immediately, some of the reporters burst out laughing, not because of the man's hairstyle, because they had seen enough of it. Instead, laugh at the coincidence.

Mourinho was still being interviewed by several Portuguese reporters. Because of Tony Twain's appearance, most of the other reporters flocked to Twain's side, ready to hear what shocking words he would say. Then just when Tang En was about to open his mouth to speak, Rijkaard appeared from behind him again.

These three enemies...

Tang En was distracted by Rijkaard's appearance, but he quickly turned his attention back to the reporter's question, but this time he spoke a little louder: "What do you expect from the draw? Ah, I really hope to meet an 'old friend'." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Rijkaard who was walking up the steps, and extended his hand to him with a smile on his face. "Hello, Mr. Rijkaard."

Rijkaard originally planned to ignore Tang En and walked straight over, but now he stretched out his hand in front of his eyes. It would be bad if he didn't express anything... He had no choice but to smile and shake Tang En's hand lightly. Shake, let go.

"Hello, Mr. Dunn."

After finishing speaking, Rijkaard wanted to leave, but Tang En stopped him again: "Mr. Rijkaard, what do you expect from this lottery?" He acted as a reporter on his behalf.

Rijkaard did not expect Tang En to ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "There is nothing to look forward to. The result is what it is. We are playing our own football, and it doesn't matter who the opponent is."

"That's really good. Mr. Rijkaard. I think so too. It doesn't matter who the opponent is." After speaking, Tang En pushed aside the reporters and walked straight in with a joking smile, without answering any questions.

When he walked past Mourinho, the Portuguese who had finished the interview seemed to be waiting there intentionally. He whispered: "You are quite confident. You are not afraid of UEFA's secret tricks? Last season you were Big embarrassment for UEFA...think about us Chelsea, huh?"

Tang En turned his head to look at the gray-haired Mourinho, and laughed out loud: "Now I suddenly want UEFA to do that."

Amidst the laughter, Tang En walked away.

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Tang En left in a very cool manner, but Tang was left behind by the reporters.

Tang Jing was the one who held Tang back, and she insisted on this Chinese assistant coach accepting an interview to talk about her thoughts on coming to the UEFA Champions League draw ceremony this time.

After half a season, the media has also accepted this Chinese assistant coach who often "doubles up" with Twain. So, seeing him being dragged by Tang Jing to answer questions, other media rushed over. Tang really wanted to ask Tang En to take him away, but Tang En seemed to have completely forgotten that there was another person who came with him, so he just walked in.

"Don't look, Coach Tang." Tang Jing smiled triumphantly. It was him who kept this person with his wit. "Why don't you answer my question?" She felt that compared with that man, the taciturn Tang in front of her liked her more, because she didn't have to worry about not being able to pry his mouth open. When facing Tang En, what she needed to consider was how to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of every word that person said.

"After the Champions League final last season, Coach Twain embarrassed UEFA on the spot." Tang Jing repeated in English, and now the reporters around could understand what the problem was. "As the team's assistant coach, are you worried that UEFA has something to do with this draw... eh?"

Tang knew that he couldn't escape today, so he said helplessly, "I don't know. But we got the top lottery in the group stage."

"But now we have to draw lots again." Tang Jing reminded him that the past is just the past, and nothing can be explained.

"So I don't know, I don't know anything about what didn't happen."

Tang Jing curled her lips. This answer suddenly gave her the illusion that the person standing in front of her was Tony Twain.

"So can you make a bold prediction? Or who do you hope the Forest team will meet in the quarter-finals?" She had to ask in another way.

"Anyone is fine." Forced to face all this on Tang En's behalf, Tang chose the "passive resistance" tactic and prevaricated with the most unnutritious answers to these questions.

"Coach Tang... don't you have any teams that you particularly want to meet or avoid in your heart?"

"No." Tang's answer was concise and clear, but Tang Jing was about to smoke.

"Is this the trick Tang En taught you to deal with the media?" She suddenly frowned and asked in Chinese. The reporters around were at a loss again.

Tang froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"That's what I learned from Tang En? What's wrong with learning from him?! My God...one Tang En is enough, I don't want to have another one... Please, Mr. Tang. If you do this, I can't write a manuscript... I can't say that my interviewee doesn't know everything, can I?"

Seeing Tang Jing's begging expression, Tang hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I really don't have any personal ideas, whichever team is drawn, we will take out the prepared team's information - we prepare in advance Alright, the information on all the other fifteen teams. That's why I said this...I'm not trying to prevaricate you, Miss Tang, but it's the truth."

Although what Tang said was sincere, it did not satisfy Tang Jing. Such an answer does not satisfy the reader's curiosity at all. She frowned and looked at Tang pitifully.

Tang was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "Well... Tony didn't say anything to me, but I think... I guessed, I think he would really like to meet the teams he played against."

This answer was exactly what Tang Jing wanted. She regained her spirits immediately, the expression on her face changed, and she asked, "Why do you say that? Is it because you are familiar enough, do you know the basics?"

Tang shook his head: "No. Those who have won before, he wants to continue to win. Those who have never won before, he wants to... revenge."

Hearing the last sentence, Tang Jing suddenly realized. She smiled sweetly at Tang: "Thank you very much, Mr. Tang. This is my exclusive."

In the conversation just now, they have been communicating in their native language—Chinese, and a group of foreigners next to them can't understand at all.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone." Tang Jing turned her back to those foreign colleagues and winked at Tang.

Tang nodded obediently, then looked at Tang Jing: "Can I go, Miss Tang?"

Hearing this, Tang Jing burst out laughing: "I didn't imprison you, why do you ask me that?"

"Uh..." Tang finally felt that what he said just now was inappropriate. "I'm leaving."

A little embarrassed, Tang struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and chased after Tang En.

Those reporters threw all kinds of questions to Tang, but Tang just kept his head buried in silence—this is what he is best at.

Tang Jing looked at this somewhat hunched back from behind, and suddenly thought of a text she learned in middle school - "The Man in the Set".

Some domestic media now say that Tang is a grassroots hero, a talented coach who has gone abroad from non-football circles. But does anyone know the history behind it?

She once went to find out about Tang's previous experience, and everyone around said that he was not an easy person to get along with, and that he was withdrawn and unlovable. When he was in middle school, all the boys played football, but because he didn't play well and didn't have many friends, he was squeezed out so that he could only watch others play football on the sidelines.

Tang Jing didn't know the specific situation at that time, but she could imagine that Tang would have looked like this at that time? Enclose yourself in a black cover, and use silence to deal with the whole world.

There was a special feeling in her heart suddenly.

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When Tang opened the door and entered the hall of the lottery ceremony, there were not many people inside. He easily found Tang En who was chatting with others. He walked up quickly, then stood behind Tang En silently.

The person who was chatting with Tang En was Arsenal head coach Arsene Wenger. He saw Tang appearing behind Tang En. It seemed that he had something to say in front of others, but Tang En didn't seem to know that there was someone behind him. So he cleverly found an excuse to end the conversation, then took his leave and left.

"Tony..." Don said when he saw Wenger leave.

"How do you feel?" Tang En asked without looking back.

"What?" Tang En didn't understand what Tang En asked again.

"That female reporter, what did she ask?"

"You threw me the question I was going to ask you." Tang was a little dissatisfied.

Tang En apologized to him with a smile: "Sorry, I used you as a shield."

Tang didn't answer the topic, instead he asked, "I'd also like to know what you think, Tony. What kind of lottery result do you hope for?"

"Of course the opponent...the weaker the better." Tang En chuckled.

"I think it's very difficult for UEFA to do what you want."

Tang En turned his head and looked at the lottery table. The staff were still busy, but they had already entered the final stage. At that time, the bigwigs of UEFA will draw out the round balls from the transparent glass box, open them in public, and display the results of the draw to show "fairness and openness".

The background of the stage is a huge TV screen, which is playing some highlights from the Champions League group match repeatedly. Eight five-star logos of UEFA and the Champions League appeared around the table.

"Don. The result of the lottery is beyond our control. Why do you think so much about 'what will happen' at this time? Whoever is drawn will be the one. Are you still worried that we will be eliminated early if we draw a strong team?"

"I'm not worried."

"Isn't that enough? No matter who we draw, we are not afraid. Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. If UEFA plays with us... I will accompany you!"

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An hour later, Nottingham, England.

Eastwood is calling his teammates one by one: "Hey, guys, watch TV! Watch TV! The lottery will be drawn soon! What? I'm watching it... well, then I won't say it, watch TV!"

He dropped the phone, clasped his hands together, pressed his chin, and stared at the TV screen with his voice held.

The players of the Forest team stayed at home to watch the draw ceremony live on TV, and there were countless Nottingham Forest fans like them.

Kenny Burns' bar was overcrowded, and everyone was holding beer glasses, looking up at the TV, and looking forward to the results of the lottery.

Nottingham Forest have been drawn, but their opponents are yet to be decided.

The TV broadcast gave Tang En a close-up. He was staring at the stage intently, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Taxi driver Randy James now only hopes that the signal light at the intersection in front of him is broken and he stops at the red light. The voice of the announcer came from the radio in the car, and was broadcasting the latest lottery live to the audience.

"...Real Madrid will face Bayern Munich, a remarkable fourth meeting between the old enemies of European football in the last seven years. Inter Milan will face Valencia for the first time in six years between the two teams. Four encounters..."

Randy stared ahead, but his eyes were not focused. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel lightly, and the car horn sounded behind him, but he didn't realize it.

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Nearly half of the matchups have been drawn, and there are fewer and fewer suspense left. Tang En looked at Tang, who was sitting next to him, and found that he was not nervous at all, and was also focused on those people on the stage. So he smiled and turned his attention back to the drawing ceremony.

"The next draw is... Nottingham Forest's opponents in the quarter-finals," the host announced. Then Michel Platini, the No. 2 figure in UEFA, walked to the glass box and slowly reached out to the few remaining balls in the box.

At this moment, half of the people in Nottingham held their breath.

Randy James' fingers stopped knocking, but hung in the air. A traffic policeman outside the car was knocking on his car window, but he petrified as if possessed by a demon, turning a deaf ear to everything outside.

Eastwood sat on the sofa, leaning forward, ready to stand up at any moment, muttering words.

Kenny Burns stopped his work of wiping wine glasses, and looked up at the TV with everyone else. In the overcrowded bar, the only thing that was quiet was the voice from the TV, nothing else.

Platini fumbled around in the box for a while, grabbed a ball, pulled it out, then bowed his head and opened it. Then he took out a folded note from it, unfolded it, and glanced at it. At this time, the TV broadcast gave Platini a close-up of him. The Frenchman was expressionless. You can't predict the answer in advance from this shot.

Then...he suddenly smiled, turned the note over, and faced the many head coaches in the audience, the camera, and the audience in front of the TV.

He pronounced the name on the note clearly:

"Barcelona."

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"Barcelona."

Randy slapped the horn hard.

Eastwood raised his fists and jumped up from the sofa. Like him, there were other Forest players, coaches... and even ordinary training ground workers.

The Forest Bar, which had been silent just now, suddenly erupted into huge cheers.

"Nice job, Frenchie!"

"Cheers! Cheers to the fucking good deal!"

"Whoa! This is the best result I've ever seen!"

On the TV screen, Dunn swung a punch violently, then stood up from his seat with both fists raised high, and spun around in circles proudly like a victorious general. His flamboyant move once again made him the focus of attention. There was a commotion in the hall, whistles, applause, laughter, and discussions were intertwined. The media all focused their cameras on the man who caused the commotion.

Rijkaard was not far from Tang En's position, only four chairs away. He lowered his arm, strode over, then involuntarily took Rijkaard's hand and shook hands with him.

"Mr. Rijkaard, we meet again!" He had a bright smile on his face, and Rijkaard didn't know what to do...

Regardless of whether the lottery ceremony was over, the scene was already in chaos, as noisy as a country fair. The UEFA officials on the stage had their own thoughts and tried to maintain a polite smile on their faces, looking at the focus of everyone's attention, the central figure of all the commotion.

At the same time, half of Nottingham was roaring.

"Barcelona, ​​we are back! Are you ready?!"