Chapter 560: Volume 4 Storm If I Can't Win, I Will Jump Into the Sea!

As the referee blew three whistles to signify the end of the game, huge cheers erupted at the City Stadium. All Forest fans stood up from their seats, they raised their arms high, waved to the sky, and sang the Forest team anthem loudly.

Although this is not the first time they have reached the Champions League final, they will never have too many such victories.

"We have another chance to prove ourselves and tell the world that last season's final was just an accident, and the red color of Nottingham Forest will surely become the mainstream color in European football in the future!"

The Nottingham narrator yelled impassionedly over the radio in the police car.

The young policeman listened intently by the car door, while the old policeman set his sights on the city stadium not far ahead. There were bright lights and loud cheers.

I really want to be on the scene at this time...it must be a great feeling!

The intercom on the shoulder made a rustling sound: "...0415, the game is over, the fans will leave immediately, pay attention to maintaining order, it's over."

"0415 understand, over."

He gave back to the engrossed young man who patted and listened: "Get up and work, young man."

"Ah? Okay..." The young policeman was still a little reluctant.

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The heartbroken Chelsea fans have already started to leave the field, and the Forest fans are still singing in the stands to celebrate their victory.

Tang En finished his celebration and walked in front of Mourinho.

This time, Mourinho did not dodge, but stood still and waited for Tang En to shake hands.

Tang En was somewhat surprised by this.

He walked up to Mourinho and said, "I thought you would turn around and leave."

"If you wish so, I don't mind turning around and leaving now." Mourinho said deadpan.

Tang En quickly stretched out his hand: "If you want to leave, shake hands first."

Mourinho stretched out his hand with a straight face, touched Tang En's palm lightly, and immediately separated. After the post-match ceremony, he left the city stadium without looking back. Chelsea's players have already left the field in a hurry, and now only the Forest fans and players are left to enjoy the carnival.

Tang En bid farewell to Mourinho and avoided the reporters' pursuit. He went onto the field to celebrate the victory with his players.

They ran from one stand to that stand, waving their hands and thanking the fans.

At first, there was only singing in the stands, and then a voice gradually sounded, repeating the singing intermittently, and everyone quickly recognized that it was a single word.

"Athens!"

Later, the singing gradually disappeared, and this shout became the only voice on and off the field.

Whether it is fans or players, even the stadium cleaners who are busy, they all stop their work at this moment and shout together with everyone.

"Athens! Athens! Athens! Athens—!!"

Outside the stadium, the exiting Chelsea fans looked back at the small stadium in surprise, and the roar of "Athens" could be clearly heard here.

Next to the police car numbered 0415, the two police officers on duty also looked up. The stadium surrounded by brilliant lights seemed to be a crater that was still emitting heat.

The sound became louder and louder, rushed out of the city stadium, was carried by the evening wind from Sherwood Forest, crossed the Trent Bridge outside the city stadium, scattered in all directions, and spread to every corner of Nottingham City.

In bars, in taxis, in the residences of ordinary residents, and in the TV franchise area of ​​large shopping malls, this voice stirred the hearts of all Forest fans, and they couldn't help but raise their arms and shout loudly.

"Athens! Athens! Athens! Athens—!!"

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The sports section of the Nottingham Evening Post on the second day had a huge headline that took up half of the page, and that outrageously large headline had only one word——

Athens!

Needless to say, everyone knows that after the fierce battle between Nottingham Forest and Chelsea, it was Nottingham Forest who went to Athens.

This was inspired by Piers Bruce, but it has received surprisingly good results. This issue of "Nottingham Evening Post" was sold out as soon as it hit the newsstands. Compared with those long articles reporting how the game was like last night, this title is more direct to the heart, making all Nottingham Forest fans involuntarily recall the passionate night yesterday.

Athens! Athens! Athens! Athens -! !

After getting the newspaper, the voice seemed to echo in his ears again, making people unable to help but want to raise their arms and shout again.

Real Forest fans don't need to read other media's words and pictures to describe last night's game, they watched the whole process, and now all they need is to fully vent their inner emotions.

When Tang En went out to pick up the newspaper in the morning, the neighbors on this street all waved the latest "Nottingham Evening Post" in their hands and shouted to him: "Athens!!"

With a smile on his face, Tang En waved his hands in thanks.

Retrieving the newspaper, Dunn turned to the sports page while eating the simple breakfast he made at random. He laughed when he saw Bruce's idea.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello, ah, it's Mr. Reporter 007." Tang En was in a good mood, and joked with Piers Bruce who called.

"Tony, I want you to do an exclusive interview with me."

Tang En looked at the headlines written by this kid in the newspaper, and nodded: "I'm fine, but are you sure now is the best time for an exclusive interview?"

Bruce didn't understand what Tang En meant, "Ah? Why not? Your team has just reached the final of the Champions Cup for the second consecutive year. This is not something that just anyone can do..."

"No, I mean, if you conduct an exclusive interview with me now and post it tomorrow, what will you think of to continue to hype it in a few weeks?"

"Huh? In a few weeks?"

"That's right, in a few weeks, after the final of the Champions Cup, facing the new European champion, what are you going to do? Do you want to have another interview, Mr. Reporter?" Tang En simply pried his feet on the table and leaned back on the chair. Back teasing Bruce.

There was a cry of surprise, and then fell silent.

Tang En was not in a hurry, he continued to read his newspaper while holding the phone.

After a while, Bruce's voice rang again on the phone: "Tony, are you so sure that your team can win the championship? What if you can't win the championship? Our newspapers always have to prepare two sets of plans..."

"Don't prepare, just a plan to win the championship." Tang En's tone was unquestionable. "If I don't win the Champions Cup, I'll just jump off the Aegean Sea!"

Bruce froze for a moment: "You really know how to joke, Tony..."

"No, I'm serious. You can even publish this sentence in the newspapers and spread it widely so that everyone will know about me. Tony Twain promises that if he fails to win the Champions Cup, he will jump off the Aegean Sea!" See Bruce didn't say a word. Twain added, "If you don't believe me, I can still invite all the media involved in the coverage of the Champions Cup to move to the beach after the game and witness me jumping into the sea with my own eyes."

"Hey, Tony..." Bruce lowered his voice. "Are you crazy?!"

"You are crazy. As a supporter of the Forest team, you have so little confidence in your team."

"It's not that I don't have confidence... It's just that work is work, and feelings belong to feelings. It is a rule to prepare two sets of plans to deal with two outcomes before the major finals..."

Tang En glanced at the huge headline "Athens" on the newspaper, and shook his head: "Okay, let me give you an idea. You can tell your boss this way: If Nottingham Forest doesn't win the Champions League, you Plan B is to leave most of the sports page blank, and then write it in bold and bold - 'Nottingham Forest has lost again and again, we have nothing to say'!"

After saying this, he forcibly cut off the phone.

"Bah, bah, bah!" He spat three times on the ground. "It's unlucky! Before the game is played, we should think about the reasons for losing. This is the same as every time Chinese football matches, the commentator will say, even if we lose this time, we can still learn valuable experience. , learn from your failures 'What's the difference? Bastard bastard!"

After cursing Chinese football and simply clearing the tableware, Tang En got up and went out to knock on Tang's house.

It's time for them to move. Go to Milan, Italy, watch the semi-finals live, and observe your opponents in the final up close.

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"I didn't expect it... In the end, Nottingham Forest made it to the final."

In Milan, after watching the semi-finals the day before, Ferguson was chatting with members of his coaching staff after training. Assistant coach Queiroz was a little surprised that the Forest team could eliminate Chelsea. He always looked down on Twain and his Forest team. , so it's normal to have this kind of surprise. Perhaps it was because there were many rumors that Twain might be appointed by Ferguson as his successor, which made him feel a little bit--he thought that he was the only candidate to succeed Ferguson to take charge of Manchester United in the future.

"There's nothing to be surprised about, Carlos," Ferguson said. "It's normal for either of the two teams to enter the final. Don't look down on the Forest team, or you will suffer a loss sooner or later." He didn't give Queiroz any face. Ferguson enjoys absolute authority here, and no one dares to violate his will.

Queiroz shut his mouth and didn't speak.

Being reprimanded by Ferguson in front of so many people, he felt very humiliated, but he couldn't say anything, he could only keep his depression in his heart.

Ferguson has no time to care about Queiroz's mental health. He is still talking about last night's game with the coaches, because at this time the final opponent has been decided. If Manchester United can reach the final, they will have a big fight with the Forest team. .

At that time, no one will have spare energy.

"Defensive counter attack... is really a good way to achieve results in big competitions."

"Maybe we should play them on the counter in Milan?" someone suggested.

Ferguson glanced at the man.

"Did Manchester United put defense as the focus of training like Nottingham Forest did for three seasons?"

After being stunned, everyone shook their heads together.

"It's the game tonight, and now we are required to play a defensive counterattack? I saw that it was ourselves who collapsed first. Manchester United's football is what it is, and there is no need to learn from others." Ferguson said with pride, he There is indeed reason to say this. As the founder and guardian of the Red Devils dynasty, Manchester United has a free style of its own. Wouldn't it be a clown to follow others?

"Okay, continue training!" Ferguson stood up, and said to the silent Queiroz, "You give me the video of yesterday's game and the first round of their two teams. After the night's game is over, Let's do some research."

Queiroz nodded.

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"I'm not at all surprised that Nottingham Forest entered the final. To me, Tony Twain doesn't look like an Englishman, but rather an Italian." Ancelotti was surrounded by a large number of reporters in the hotel. Quickly talked about the game that just ended last night.

"Other than that, I don't have any other opinions." Before the competition, Ancelotti was still very cautious, and he didn't want everyone to focus on another team that had nothing to do with him.

"The game tonight? I respect Ferguson, but AC Milan will win in the end."

The interview ended in a hurry, Ancelotti got up and walked to the elevator, he wanted to go back to his room to rest for a while. It's only past noon now, so hurry up to take a lunch break to keep your mind clear for the game at night.

With a "ding", the elevator door slowly opened in front of him, and he was surprised to see a person.

Tang En was chatting with Tang in the elevator while waiting for the door to open. When the door just opened a crack, he saw the person standing outside the door.

"Ha." Tang En laughed, "What a coincidence." He said to Tang who was next to him, "So this is the hotel where AC Milan stayed. I thought they were all staying at their own home."

"It's the same for any team, Tony." Don reminded him, "Before the game, the training ground, the hotel, and the stadium are three points one line."

Ancelotti saw Twain talking and laughing happily with his assistant coach, and his face became uneasy.

It wasn't because meeting Tang En made him feel uncomfortable. It's because his team lives here, but the enemy's head coach also lives here. Wouldn't it be possible to spy on the latest movements of his team at a close distance?

Seeing the expression on Ancelotti's face, Dunn quickly raised his hands, regardless of whether the other party could understand, explained to him in English: "Ah, don't worry, Mr. Ancelotti. Although I have a good personal relationship with Ferguson , but I'm not a free agent either. It's just a coincidence...a wonderful coincidence...Hey!"

He had just finished speaking, before he put his hands down, suddenly his eyes blurred and white light flashed.

After his eyes regained normal vision, he saw a photojournalist with a digital camera giving him a thumbs up.

"That's a good pose!" said the curly-haired male reporter in broken English with a retroflex accent.

Tang En frowned, and his face was suddenly uglier than Ancelotti's.

"FU..." Tang En was just about to curse this international lingua franca when he saw the elevator door closing in front of him - because no one was going in or out, the door would automatically close when the time came.

"...CK!" When the last syllable came out, the door just closed tightly.

When Tang opened the door again, the photographer had disappeared. And Ancelotti didn't stand at the door waiting for the elevator anymore, maybe he changed to another one.

"Damn it!" Tang En scolded in Chinese, "That bastard Italian reporter! It's best not to let me see him again!"

"Can you kill him when you see him?" Tang asked.

"No, I'll embarrass him!" Dunn gritted his teeth. "Let's go back, I'm fucking in no mood to go shopping!" After finishing speaking, he turned and walked back to the elevator, and pressed the floor button.

Tang shook his head from behind and ran in too.

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That night, the second semi-final was held at the San Siro Stadium. In a pouring rain, AC Milan, who played at home, made full use of their home advantage and launched a bombardment against Manchester United.

A score of 3:1 represents the final result. According to international practice, the home team is at the front and the visiting team is at the back.

Ferguson was defeated by AC Milan at Manchester United. Kaka, who was in good form, scored twice and assisted Seedorf to score a goal. And for Manchester United, Scholes took advantage of AC Milan's slack defense at the last moment and scored a face-saving goal with a long shot.

Before the match, the media hyped it as a direct contest between two young talents, Kaka and Cristiano Ronaldo, and it is likely to be a confrontation that will determine who will be selected as the World Footballer of the Year at the end of the year.

Finally, in heavy rain, Brazil's Kaka beat Cristiano Ronaldo from Portugal. Except for a yellow card in the 84th minute, Ronaldo got nothing, facing the momentum of AC Milan, there was nothing he could do.

AC Milan eliminated Manchester United with a total score of 5:4 and advanced to the final.

The "most perfect farewell match" promised by Tang En to Albertini is just around the corner.

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On the second day after the game, Gazzetta dello Sport published in a prominent position not the picture of the game, but a photo taken in the hotel.

In the photo, the head coach of Nottingham Forest, who also broke into the Champions League final, raised his arms and faced AC Milan coach Ancelotti, as if raising his hands in surrender.

The text below is: Nottingham Forest surrenders to AC Milan!

This photo caused an uproar as soon as it came out. Many Italian media reposted it and posted it in a prominent position. The whole of Italy laughed at England's Nottingham Forest Club. Tony Twain even became the laughing stock of everyone overnight.

"...I've never seen a head coach who raised his hand and surrendered before the game. Thank you Tony Twain for opening our eyes!"

A day later, as a counterattack, the "Nottingham Evening Post" published an article titled "Interview with the Forest Team Head Coach". Judging from the name, this seems to be a long-winded article, but the actual content is only one sentence:

"Tony Twain: If I can't win AC Milan and the European Champions Cup, then I'll go to the Aegean Sea!!"