Chapter 536: Volume 4 Storm

Tang En suddenly became a busy person again. Many local media in Nottingham lined up to interview him, TV stations, newspapers, the Internet... As the coach who led the team to the semi-finals of the Champions League for two consecutive years, he deserved it Get this treatment.

Last season, Twain led the team to the final of the Champions Cup, and he could still be regarded as a dark horse. Perhaps some people thought it was "shit luck" with disdain in their hearts.

This year, he made it to the semi-finals and eliminated the defending champion Barcelona. I'm afraid those who thought Tang En was "shit luck" would have nothing to say.

Is it a coincidence once, or is it a coincidence twice?

There are only a handful of excellent head coaches in England's history, and more outstanding head coaches are from Scotland. In the early days of modern football, the Scots were the first to innovate in football tactics. At that time, football had almost no tactics at all. The offense was to let the striker run towards the goal with the ball, and then kick the football into it. It's no different from the rookies who can't play football now. It was the Scots who changed all this. They reformed this kind of tactics like headless chickens into passing the ball continuously. It seems simple now, but it is like what American astronaut Armstrong said when he landed on the moon : That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. A simple change has broadened the field of vision of people engaged in football, and passing has become an indispensable technique and tactics in football in the future.

As a pioneer in the reform of football tactics, Scotland has not produced any world-renowned outstanding players, but has produced a large number of world-class coaches. Now Manchester United's head coach Ferguson is a Scot.

Compared with their northern neighbors, the English have achieved more limited achievements in this respect. Although there are great men like Chapman, they still lag behind the Scots in terms of overall numbers.

Moreover, since the 1966 World Cup, England has basically not had a truly world-class head coach.

For example, the current head coach of the England team, McClaren, is the product of the general selection from the dwarfs. Because of the ridiculous stubbornness of the Football Association of England and the public, they are more willing to look for English people. They believe that only local talents will have so-called loyalty if they devote themselves wholeheartedly to their national team. For a foreigner like Eriksson, money is all on his mind, which is really worrying.

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"Tony Twain is currently the most prosperous head coach in England. The head coach of Nottingham Forest, after taking over the team three seasons ago, he took the team to the Super League in one season and won the League Cup. In the second season, he led the team to qualify for the Champions Cup, and in the third season, he led the team to the Champions Cup final, and almost won the championship with one less player."

Tang En was lying on his back on the sofa happily watching the TV program about himself. This program has already compared him with the four head coaches Ferguson, Wenger, Benitez, and Mourinho. To a League Cup champion, but leading the team to the semi-finals of the Champions Cup for two consecutive years, it is not something that any coach can do. Argentine coach Cooper once led Valencia to the Champions League final for two consecutive years. Although he did not win a championship in the end, he still established his position in world football.

Of course, Twain's goal is not to be like Cooper, to reach the finals. This time, no matter which team awaits him in the final, he will win.

"What makes us very interested is that the coach Tony Twain who has achieved this kind of achievement is not even 40 years old. Although European football is dominated by young coaches, but with Van Basten and Ridge Compared with Calder, Deschamps, and Ancelotti, he is still too young. And this young coach always seems to be shrouded in a halo of mystery. Peter Hilton once commented on his mentor Brian G. Lauf has a mysterious X gene, and I think Tony Twain may have the same gene, an accident on the sidelines created this young and promising head coach..."

The scene of Twain standing on the sidelines directing the game with rich body language appeared on the TV screen, which made Twain very happy to watch. An ordinary fan at the beginning has now become a celebrity introduced by TV. Who doesn't want to be famous?

While Tang En was intoxicated admiring himself on TV, there was a beep, and the screen in front of him went black.

Lying on the sofa, he looked up at Shania standing behind him: "Hey, Shania, give me the remote control..."

"Stop it, Uncle Tony. I've already changed my clothes, and you're still lying on the sofa watching TV in a T-shirt?" Shania threw the remote control on the sofa a little far away, and Toto immediately jumped over The remote is under him.

Seeing this scene, Tang En let out a strange cry. "Has this damn cat already had such a tacit understanding with you?"

Shania raised her head proudly, and then sternly said to Tang En: "Okay, Uncle Tony, go and change quickly!"

"There's nothing to change about a man's clothes. Isn't it just a suit?" Tang En muttered and got up from the sofa, and went upstairs to change.

Shania, who had changed into an evening dress, saw him go upstairs, grabbed Toto, took out the remote control, and secretly turned on the TV. The show was still going on, and she looked at the high-spirited Uncle Tony on the screen and laughed.

Today is the rest day after the league day. Tonight, the Armani company has a dinner in London. As the endorsement model of the Armani brand, Shania was naturally invited, and she planned to bring Twain with her. Didn't she talk to Tang En some time ago about improving his image and making him look farther away from the "hillies" image? Shania thought this dinner was an opportunity. With the rise of Nottingham Forest's performance, Uncle Tony's popularity in the celebrity circle is also growing. When everyone talks about football together, they will ask Shania about her "Uncle Tony". Everyone knows that there is such a young, arrogant, handsome and promising head coach in Nottingham, England, and because of his personal relationship with Judy Shania Jordana, Chris Gloria, and the Beckhams, He has a relatively close relationship with the fashion and entertainment industry...

"Shania!" Tang En's voice came from upstairs, "A tie or a bow tie?"

"Bowtie!" Shania shouted. "I put you on the bed!"

After a while, Tang En came down from upstairs, wearing a black suit with a black tie on the collar of a white shirt. "I feel like I look silly now, I've never worn a bow tie." He stood a few steps up the stairs, showing Shania with his arms outstretched.

Shania stood up from the sofa, bouncing up and down to meet her, and looked up and down carefully. "A little dress up will make you look more presentable." She nodded her head and commented.

"Like the waiters in the Indian restaurant?" Tang En bent slightly, "Would you like to order something, beautiful lady? Our curry chicken nuggets here are terrible, I suggest you try the Chinese restaurant diagonally opposite the door Try Kung Pao Chicken."

Shania covered her mouth and laughed: "A waiter like you will be fired by the boss... We are going out, Uncle Tony. Mr. Fasal should be here."

Just as the voice finished, a car horn sounded outside the door.

"There is a tacit understanding." Tang En jumped down from the top and held out his hand to Shania. "please."

Shania smiled and hugged Tang En's hand, and the two opened the door and walked out.

Fasar's car was parked on the side of the road. Hearing the horn, Tang also opened the door and stuck his head out. He saw Tang En and Shania who were about to go out.

"Ah, Tang, did you record the show just now?" Tang En suddenly remembered this matter when he saw him.

Don nodded.

"Nice job, I knew you'd be recording it. Show it to me when I get back."

Tang nodded again.

"Then... Shania and I went out." He pointed to the car parked at the door.

Tang continued to nod.

"Don't you want to say something?" Tang En was very dissatisfied with Tang's attitude of staring at himself without saying a word.

"Goodbye." After speaking, Tang shrank back and closed the door again.

The upset Tang En was dragged into the car by Shania with a smile.

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"London is a colorful world..." Dunn muttered to himself while looking at the street scene in London outside the car. "Compared with such a noisy big city, I prefer a small city like Nottingham."

"British people have a country complex." Fasal, who was driving in front, said with a smile. "I don't like big cities either. I have a manor in Scotland, and you can bring Shania to play during the holidays."

Tang En turned his head to look at Shania, and then said to Fasar: "Then thank you in advance."

While speaking, they had arrived at the hotel where the dinner was held.

The parking lot was already full of cars, and there were cars constantly stopping at the door, and the invited guests came down, and then the parking staff drove the cars to the designated parking lot.

Both sides of the entrance are crowded with the media who have heard the news and the fans who are looking forward to it.

"What a big battle." Tang En whistled.

"It's not in line with Armani's reputation to be too young." Shania said.

Someone had already opened the door for them. Tang En walked down first, then he stood outside and took Shania out of the car.

When Tang En led Shania and appeared in front of the public, the flash lights that had paused just now resumed their activity and flashed together.

Fortunately, Tang En and Shania are both "battle-tested" people, so they were not dazzled by the sudden light. Shania also smiled and gestured to the media.

Tang En didn't have that kind of leisure, he stood beside Shania with a straight face, he didn't look like Shania's companion, if he wore a pair of sunglasses, he would look more like her bodyguard.

After finally waiting for Shania to finish her poses and let the media take enough pictures, she was ready to leave, and another car came behind her. Tang En was a little interested in who would come next. He glanced back, but he didn't expect this look to make him stand still.

The person who got out of the car was still his "old friend".

The person who appeared in front of Twain was none other than Chelsea's coach Jose Mourinho.

He looked back and saw Mourinho, and Mourinho looked up and saw him.

"Tsk, it's really a narrow road..." Tang En muttered in a low voice.

Shania saw this scene from the side, and she understood it as soon as she rolled her eyes. She said to Tang En: "He is also a signed star of Armani, so he must be invited."

"Mr. Armani has different tastes..." Tang En stretched out his hand and walked towards Mourinho.

"Aha, my friend, I never expected to see you everywhere." He greeted warmly.

For Tang En to appear here, Mourinho seemed very unprepared. He was stunned for a while before he realized that he greeted Tang En and shook hands with him. In front of the media, both parties greeted each other with fake smiles, as if they were close friends.

Then, when shaking hands, he said in a low voice that the media couldn't hear: "I can't think of seeing you here, Mr. Tang En."

"I'm here with Shania, what's so surprising?"

Mourinho looked past Tang En, saw Shania behind him, and greeted her with a smile. But when facing Tang En, this smile quickly disappeared.

"Can you let go of my hand, Mr. Tang En?"

"Ah, of course..." Tang En let go of Mourinho's hand, and said goodbye to Mourinho with a smile: "I'll see you later, Mr. Mourinho."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards Shania.

"Your warm greetings are true." Shania said to him, "You are not professional actors yet. I think the media would be more happy to see you fighting in real life here."

Tang En stretched out his hand to her with a smile, let her hold it, and then said to her: "Mourinho and I have at least one thing in common, that is—we don't want the media to do what they want."

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Tang En was not interested in things like dinner parties. Instead, Shania pulled him to talk with Mr. Armani himself for a while. As a fan, Armani is also very interested in the legend of Nottingham Forest's rocket-like rise. Of course, he is more interested in the head coach who created this legend - Tony Twain.

"You are younger than the Twain I saw on TV, young man." Armani said with a smile, "You are also younger than Mourinho."

"Mr. Armani, the two of them will fight again soon, in the Champions Cup." Shania reminded Armani from the side that the two are competitors.

Armani nodded: "Of course, I know that. I think it is very interesting. I am also looking forward to the confrontation between two excellent but unique coaches. Mourinho is also my friend. Who should I support then? What a headache."

Tang En could only smirk beside him, and he didn't know how to answer this question.

"Whoever wins, support whoever wins." Mourinho's voice sounded next to him. Tang En turned his head and saw his opponent standing beside him with a wine glass. Seeing Tang En looking at him, he even raised his wine glass in greeting.

Is this a challenge letter... Dunn looked at Mourinho, and then said: "I also agree with what Mr. Mourinho said, and I think whether it is Chelsea or Nottingham Forest, once they reach the final, they will win There is great hope for the Champions League. I wonder if Mr. Mourinho agrees?" He raised his glass and toasted back.

"Of course, my team is not in the final to almost win the Champions League."

The air between the two people seems to be full of positive and negative electrons, constantly colliding and sparking. Any fool can see that the relationship between these two is not very good.

It was Armani who came out to smooth things over. He hugged Mourinho with his left arm and Tony Twain with his right hand, and patted their shoulders with a smile: "No matter who wins or loses, I will support you the same. You are all my friends." , isn't it?"

After he said that, the two of them couldn't continue to confront each other in the air.

Then everyone chatted casually for a while, Armani went to greet other guests, and Mourinho went directly to his friends.

"Men are really hypocritical. They obviously don't like each other, but they still talk around the bush." ​​Shania looked at Tang En, curled her lips and said.

"What do children know? Gentlemen are like this." Dunn looked at Mourinho's back and replied.

Shania scoffed at this.

"Being able to get to know Mr. Armani is probably the only gain of the day..." Tang En didn't look away until Mourinho was completely invisible in the crowd, and said to Shania.

Speaking of this matter, Shania laughed: "Do you know why I introduced Mr. Armani to you?"

Tang En thought for a moment: "Well...Mr. Armani is good friends with the Brazilian star Kaka in AC Milan. Through him, I can get to know Kaka. In the future, if... right! Maybe I can bring Kaka from Milan, Italy to Nottingham Come on..." He pounded his left fist into his right palm, looking suddenly enlightened.

"You are so boring, Uncle Tony." Shania rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.

"Ah, what else could it be?"

"Forget it, I won't tell you, you will know when the time comes!" Shania ignored Tang En, turned around and greeted the celebrities she knew well.

Tang En was standing in the middle of the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand. Looking around, most of the faces were unfamiliar to him. Mourinho was surrounded by a group of women in the distance, and he seemed very popular. Tang En thought viciously in his heart, next time we meet, he will call Mourinho "the idol of middle-aged and elderly women", but he doesn't know if Mourinho can understand this joke.

Shania tied up with a group of girls dressed as models, chatting happily.

Mr. Armani greeted his guests and seemed friendly and welcoming to everyone. This discovery made Dunn a little frustrated, he thought he was "the special one".

"Dinner..." Tang En picked up the wine glass and drank the rest of the wine, "...just like the tavern in fantasy novels, it is a good place to inquire about information, meet new friends, and meet old enemies..."

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PS, the fever has not gone away, my head still hurts, and I have vasculitis on my legs. I can't walk or stand. I went to the hospital and got two injections, one in the buttocks and one in the vein. The legs are swollen and purple. Inexplicably ill, some worry that it will not be cured...

Everyone, your body is important...