Chapter 530 Volume Four Storm Kill

Tang En was woken up by someone, and he hadn't enjoyed this kind of treatment for a long, long time.

In the sweet dream, in the warm bed, someone suddenly lifted the quilt and shouted in the ear: "Wake up!"

He opened his sleepy eyes, and dimly saw that the person standing by the bed was Shania, and his sleepiness disappeared—he only wore a pair of underwear when he slept.

"Hey!" He sat up abruptly, pulling the quilt to cover his body.

Shania smiled happily beside her: "Uncle Tony is in good shape, do you want me to introduce you to be a model?"

Tang En glared at her fiercely: "Why are you here? I remembered that you were not here last night..."

"I came here in the morning to make breakfast for you. Be impressed!" Shania shook her hand, and Tang En saw that she was holding a wooden shovel in her hand.

"You can do it?" To be honest, Tang En had never seen Shania in the kitchen, and he was deeply skeptical that this girl from a wealthy family could do housework.

"You'll know if you try it?" The curtains were blown open by a gust of wind, and the sun shone in, Shania's face.

Tang En was even more afraid.

He reached for his trousers and muttered, "Let's go out to eat together..." Looking up and seeing that Shania had no intention of leaving, he pointed to the trousers in his hand, "You plan to watch me wear them all the time here? clothes?"

Shania pouted and ran out.

Tang En jumped out of bed, wearing only a pair of underwear, standing by the window, looking at the sunny morning outside. It all feels amazing.

Inexplicably, Shania became his tenant again, living under the same roof with him. Most of the time, there were only her and herself in this house...

He shook his head with a wry smile and began to get dressed.

After washing up in the upstairs bathroom, Tang En went downstairs, and saw that two sets of tableware had been placed on the table in the dining room. There were bacon and fried eggs on the plates, and fruit juice in the glasses. There is an apple.

Looks like something.

but!

Just like mushrooms, the brighter the appearance, the more poisonous it is.

Shania was already sitting opposite and looked at herself with a smile.

He really wanted to suggest that we go out to have breakfast together, and go shopping by the way, don't all girls like shopping?

But seeing the smile on Shania's face, he swallowed his words.

Sitting at the dining table, Tang En was still hesitating. Shania had already bent over and cut up the bacon for him, spread peanut butter on it, pushed it in front of him, and said with a smile, "Eat, Uncle Tang En!"

"Uh, Shania...Actually, you can wait for Uncle Tony to cook it for you. It doesn't have to be so troublesome...Let you make breakfast for me..." Dunn was in his last desperate struggle.

"It's not the same. I want to make breakfast for Uncle Tony myself." Shania said with her chin resting on her hands, tilting her head and looking at Tang En.

Tang En sighed, forked a piece of bacon, and put it into his mouth. Isn't it just a bit unpalatable! I'm going all out!

He miscalculated, it wasn't a bit unpalatable, it was very unpalatable. It can be clearly seen what kind of family environment Shania lives in since she was a child. She must have never been involved in these housework.

He really had the urge to spit out these things that were previously called "food". But when he looked up and saw Shania's expectant expression, and heard her impatiently asking: "How, how?", he changed his mind again.

Not daring to continue chewing, it was very difficult to swallow these things directly. Tang En returned Shania with a smile: "Not bad!"

Next, he tried his best to eat all the dregs of this breakfast.

It's the first day after the league and the team is on holiday. Tang En was able to get a good night's sleep, but he didn't expect to have such a meal. Looking at the back of Shania humming and packing up the tableware, Tang En was really dumb eating Coptis chinensis—it was hard to tell.

After breakfast and cleaning the kitchen, there was a knock on the door.

Tang En was going to open the door by himself, but Shania had already bouncing away.

Tang, who was standing outside, looked at Shania who opened the door for him in surprise.

"Good morning, Tang!" Shania, who was in a good mood, greeted warmly.

"Ah, ah...good morning, Shania." Tang walked in, and saw Tang En standing in the living room smiling wryly at him.

He deeply understands.

"I've sorted out the videotape of yesterday's match against Wigan Athletic." He waved the videotape in his hand.

"Put it on the table." In this situation, it is obviously impossible to study the game video.

After Tang put down the videotape, he was about to leave. Tang En wanted to keep him, but he was firm: "I suddenly realized that I have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Goodbye, Shania."

Shania waved to him: "Goodbye, Don."

After the door was closed by Tang, only Tang En and Shania were left in the house.

There was a sudden silence, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Tang En picked up the video tape on the table and played with it, thinking about what to say next and what to do better.

"Uh, Shania, where do you want to go?"

"Is there anything interesting in Nottingham?"

"Those castles, the places where Robin Hood once fought..."

"It's not interesting." Shania curled her lips.

"Uh." Dunn also knew that these things were really meaningless. He and Shania are not people who like to travel around and marvel at the great rivers and mountains.

"I'm not going anywhere." Shania shook her head, "I'm not here to visit Nottingham. I'm here to see Uncle Tony. Where else should I go?"

Tang En was stunned by Shania's words.

I went to a strange city to visit an old friend whom I hadn’t seen for many years. The old friend enthusiastically arranged the friend’s itinerary. Today I went to a certain scenic spot, tomorrow to a certain scenic spot, and the day after tomorrow to a certain commercial street... But the visitor shook his head and refused. Said to old friends: "I came to see you, not to see those sights."

Thinking of this, Tang En smiled: "Oh, my life is very boring..."

"I don't care." Shania sat down on the sofa. "You can do whatever you want, don't worry about me. I'm here, it's fine." After speaking, Shania opened a magazine and read it.

Tang En looked at this little girl and said nothing.

He knew that such days would be very long in the future. Apparently Shania regards this place as a long-term living base.

Well, well, let her do as she likes.

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Twain was somewhat worried about letting Shania live in his own home. Although there were no reporters ambushing around his home, who could guarantee that a certain reporter would not see world famous models entering and leaving the Nottingham Forest head coach's house when passing by?

Fortunately, everything is peaceful these days. Shania also made sufficient preparations and did not let the media discover any flaws.

It's just that the way Tang En looked at Tang En was a little wrong, Tang En didn't bother to care what Tang En was thinking in his heart - it wasn't a good thing anyway.

Except for the addition of a beautiful tenant at home, Tang En's life and work are all normal, leading the team to train, preparing for games, and occasionally dealing with the media. Of course, he will be a little nervous when facing the media now, for fear of those who are everywhere. The unstoppable paparazzi suddenly asked him why Shania appeared in his house.

In fact, Tang En was overwhelmed.

Shania was usually very busy with work, so she didn't have much time to stay in Nottingham for a week, and even less time to stay at Tang En's house. Most of the time she needs to work in London, in Paris, in Milan, in Madrid...even in the United States.

If she was not in Nottingham, Tang En would receive text messages from Shania every day, and wherever she went, she would take a lot of photos of her there with her mobile phone and send them to Tang En with MMS.

Thanks to modern advanced technology and communication means, even if two people are thousands of miles apart, they can chat as if they were face to face.

Of course, these are small adjustments in life, or work is more important. Shania is working hard, and Tang En is also working hard.

After defeating Barcelona in an away game, the Forest team shook hands with Wigan Athletic in the twenty-eighth round of the league away game 2:2, and then beat Newcastle with a goal in an away game on March 3.

A score of one draw and one win is not bad.

Then it was the quarter-finals of the Champions League. This time it was Nottingham Forest's turn at home, and their opponent was Barcelona.

Scoring two away goals and beating Barcelona at the Nou Camp, Nottingham Forest's morale is high, and Barcelona's trip to England is not good or bad.

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Before the game, there was a press conference attended by the head coaches of both teams. It was very brief, just to announce the preparations of the two teams for this game. The results of the last game were also hyped up by the media. Basically, there was nothing to pay attention to. Yes, the real fun came after the game.

In an interview, Dunn highly praised Barcelona, ​​thinking that they are superior in strength and gorgeous in play, and they are representatives of the art of football in today's world football. He also said that this is the tradition of Barcelona. show respect. Because in the increasingly utilitarian professional football, it is not easy to stick to the way of artistic football, and the price may be that there is no championship for several years in a row...

These words surprised both the media and Rijkaard.

Tony Twain was kidnapped by aliens? Why did you suddenly change sex?

Rijkaard considered the issue more deeply. He suspected that this was a smoke bomb set by Tang En, deliberately praising the opponent and letting the opponent relax their vigilance. He knew that Twain was a very cunning person, the more he praised his team, the more cautious he had to be.

While Rijkaard was secretly guarding against Twain, Twain on one side had finished praising Barcelona, ​​and then he said to the media: "Look, Barcelona is so great, just like those nobles who have been hereditary for generations. Noble and gorgeous, art and literature are talked about every day. They are well-dressed and have more honors than anyone else can count. Anyone object to my metaphor?"

No one shook their heads, and no one questioned. Tang En's metaphor really fits well. Compared with most "civilian" teams, what else can the giants Barcelona be if they are not "nobles"?

Tang En was very happy with everyone's reaction. He turned his head to look at Rijkaard, who was still confused, and said with a smile: "As for our Nottingham Forest...compared with Barcelona, ​​we are much poorer. We are not nobles, we are just A bunch of Robin Hoods."

As soon as these words were said, the quick-response among the reporters immediately laughed. At the beginning, everyone was still guessing why Tang En deliberately complimented Barcelona. Could it be that he was deliberately showing weakness and making the other party lower their vigilance? Now the answer is revealed.

What does Robin Hood do? It's specially made to fight against the nobles.

How could Tang En show weakness? This is clearly a naked provocation and threat.

Rijkaard is not an idiot. He still knows a little about who Robin Hood is. Most of the reporters at the press conference were amused by Tang En's words. Lol, this scene embarrasses the Dutch.

After Twain made such a fuss, there was nothing to do with the press conference. Rijkaard and Twain broke up unhappy, and they were waiting to avenge their revenge on the court.

Tang En will not let him get his wish.

Reaching the Champions League final this season is the minimum requirement, and he will not allow Barcelona to be his stumbling block.

If it is a stumbling block... then kick it away!

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The city stadium one day later, on this day, the city stadium ushered in the peak attendance since the reconstruction of the 96 European Championships. The stadium, which can accommodate up to 30,000 people, was packed, and there were countless fans lingering in the square outside for a long time, hoping to wait for a refund.

When Platini drew this opponent, Forest fans were collectively looking forward to the arrival of this day. They wanted to give Barcelona the grandest "welcome ceremony" at their home court. Let the Barcelona players remember the atmosphere of this game until many years later.

Fat John stood in the front row of the stands, turned his head and yelled at the die-hard fans—in fact, it was more like a howl—and said: "Guys, this is our chance! Two weeks ago, the bastards in Barcelona relied on people. Keep pressing us on their turf, today is the time for revenge! Show them our England fan tradition! Show that group what a true fan is!"

"Sing up and don't stop!"

"Shout the slogan, don't let the voices of Barcelona overwhelm us!"

The atmosphere of the scene was brought up by the fans in this stand, and the bigger the spread, the wider the scope, from one stand to the entire stadium, all the people in Nottingham Forest were singing songs and shouting slogans, Before the game started, the Barcelona players had already fully felt what an "away game" is.

There was no cheering and cheering from their own fans at all, and they couldn't see their own fans at all. Looking around, all that came into view was red, like a raging sea of ​​blood, hitting the railings of the stands, and it seemed that they would break through the obstacles and pour out at any time. Next, turn this green court into a red ocean.

The Nou Camp is a super-large stadium that can accommodate up to 90,000 people. The 90,000 people shouted in unison, and the momentum is certainly mighty. But the small city stadium also has small advantages. The narrow space compresses the distance between the players and the fans. Every swearing and singing of them seems to be in their ears, not only impacting the eardrums of these people, but also impacting the audience. their hearts.

They may need to yell loudly when talking face to face, otherwise they can't hear at all. This formation...even at the Bernabeu, the home court of arch-enemy Real Madrid, has never been seen.

It is said that the atmosphere of England fans is fanatical, and it really deserves its reputation...

Well, no, now is not the time to lament this.

Tang En stood on the sidelines, very satisfied with the home atmosphere. It is said that the fans are the twelfth person on the field, but the fans who have such performance are well-deserved. He is very grateful to God for giving him such a group of loyal fans, who can push him from behind at critical moments.

He suddenly had the feeling of being a general, commanding thousands of troops to charge into battle, defeating powerful enemies, and conquering territory.

——My lord, kill or not!

——My lord, kill or not! Kill or not!

— To kill or not to kill! Kill or not! ! Kill or not! ! !

Tang En stretched out his right hand and swung it violently.

"kill!"