Chapter 568 Volume 4 The Storm Are You Ready?

On the last night before the final, Tang En didn't have a sound sleep, he had a dream.

Everything in the dream was in a trance. He only knew that there were many people around him. Most of the faces of those people were blurred, and he couldn't hear their voices clearly. There was a lot of noise around him. He couldn't hear what was being said.

The scene was a bit chaotic, the lights flickered erratically, white lights kept coming on and then disappearing.

Although he couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, nor could he hear their voices clearly, but he knew that these people were laughing, looking at him with a smile, and talking loudly with a smile. There are many people around him, and those people are watching him.

Tang En in the dream was a little confused. He wanted to open his mouth to ask, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

--How is this going? who are you? Where am I?

These are the questions he wants to ask.

Before he could figure it out, he found himself flying up, and then fell into darkness, his whole body felt cold, wet up and down, and there was no dry place.

He was woken up.

When I woke up, I found that my back was covered in cold sweat. No wonder I felt damp and cold.

The central air conditioner in the room hummed low, proving that it had been working. Tang En grabbed the watch on the bedside table, it was half past six in the morning. He wanted to lie down and continue to sleep, but when he thought of the sweat on his body, he couldn't sleep anymore.

The pajamas on his body were all damp, and it was uncomfortable to lie down, so Tang En simply got up to take a shower.

He was still thinking about that dream in the shower. Originally, he couldn't see it clearly in the dream, and after waking up, he didn't have a deep impression. He only remembered the crowd, cold and damp.

While taking a hot shower, he suddenly shivered.

Wouldn't that scene be like losing the ball and jumping into the sea in front of many media?

What a bad dream! He opened the bathroom door and spat three times outside.

After taking a shower, Tang En's body was dry, but he felt refreshed, and he couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to sleep.

He simply sat on the sofa by the window and began to read the tactical notes.

This thick notebook records all kinds of tactics, the forest team's, the opponent's, and the strengths and weaknesses of these tactics, how to deal with them... and so on. It was brought to him by Don, and he learned it for his own use.

Now the latest page records the various tactics that AC Milan has used in the league and this Champions League. Even though he could memorize it back and forth, Tang En still took it out to pass the time.

He didn't look at it for a long time and let it go again. The dream made him a little concerned.

Regarding dreams, Tang En heard the saying "Think about it every day, dream at night" when he was very young. That is to say, dreams are usually an image reaction to something that is most concerned about during the day. But he didn't think about jumping into the sea these days, he almost forgot about it, if it wasn't for a dream, he might not remember it.

Later, when he grew up, he heard that dreams were prophecies about something in the future. Some people often feel that this situation and this scene are familiar when they experience something, maybe they have encountered it in advance in a dream at night.

Could it be that this dream foretells failure in the final?

Tang En put down his notes and looked up at the dimly lit sky outside the window.

He believed in fate, but he did not believe in these illusory dream prophecies.

After figuring out what was going on with that dream, Tang En put the matter aside instead and returned to reading his tactical notes.

He has already thought of a solution to this dream.

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Because there is no training in the morning of the final, most players get up late. Tang En had already finished his breakfast before he saw them coming out of the elevator one after another.

Someone yawned when they greeted Tang En.

"Good morning...ah-heh-"

Tang En seemed to be full of energy, and Chris Lack yelled in his loud voice in the restaurant: "Aren't you guys waking up? Look, you are not as energetic as the head coach! You can't go to the finals like this, call me!" Get up!"

Tang En stood next to his assistant and laughed secretly.

After everyone went in to eat, Tang En turned to Chris Lak and Tang beside him and said, "It seems that they are all relaxed, which is a good thing."

"Just don't relax too much," Chris Lark said, frowning.

This is not the first time he has entered the Champions League final with the team, but it seems that he is more nervous than his first brother Tang.

Maybe the defeat last season was too unforgettable, and it had an indelible impact on his heart?

Who knows.

Tang En laughed: "I think you are a little too nervous, David. Take it easy. Do you have any plans for the morning?"

I didn't expect Tang En to ask this question. The jump between these two topics was too fast. Chris Lak didn't react. He was stunned for a while before shaking his head: "There is no arrangement."

"Do you want the three of us to go shopping?"

"It's not a woman, what kind of street are you shopping..." Chris Lak vetoed this proposal.

After breakfast is free time, most players choose to stay in the hotel, playing billiards and table tennis, using this form of entertainment to waste time, waiting for lunch and lunch break. After the lunch break, they will set off for the final venue after a simple dinner, preparing for the upcoming decisive battle.

In order to calm down the nervous Chris Lak, Dunn sat with him in the hotel cafe, ordered two cups of coffee, and chatted casually while watching the players playing pool next to him.

Tang didn't show up here, and Tang En didn't know where he went, so he didn't care about Tang's private life.

Twain and Chris Lack chatted a lot, from when they were working together in the youth team, to the Forest team's failure to upgrade, and a year later when they were least expected to succeed in reaching the Super League. Some things are very good memories when we talk about them now.

Tang En had to thank Chris Rack for chatting with him at this time, and helped him reorganize his memories of the past few years, allowing him to recall some things from the past.

This played a big role in his determination to win the Champions League.

For people who have nothing to do, the time before the finals always passes very slowly, but for those who want to compete early, this time can be regarded as fast as running water...

After lunch, the bustling coffee shop and entertainment room became quiet again, and the number of reporters wandering in and out of the lobby was much less. It was lunch break now, and the Nottingham Forest players were all sleeping. After Chris Lack and Twain confirmed that everyone had returned to their rooms, they also went back to their respective rooms.

For the game tonight, they must recharge their batteries.

At the same time, it is the same situation in the hotel where AC Milan is staying. It is the news media that cannot rest at this time, and they must make all preparations for the game tonight. For example, prepare two sets of post-match reporting plans-plan A is for winning, and plan B is for losing.

In his own room, Pierce Bruce frowned facing the blank document on the open laptop. It’s easy to talk about winning, it’s nothing more than praise, report on everyone in the Forest team, focus on the heroes who won the game, arrange on-site interviews, and then describe the victory of the game with emotional brushstrokes as a Forest team fan After the feeling, Bruce is the best at this kind of thing, and it only takes fifteen minutes to write about him after the game.

What should I do if I lose?

In fact, losing is not nothing to do, such as the long-awaited Tony Twain jumping into the sea. However, the "Nottingham Evening Post" he worked for did not win the print media coverage of this event. The print media's exclusive right to report will never leave others alone. I never thought that Tang En would hand over all this matter to Billy Wooks. Wooks' choice of business partner will naturally not be based on friendship, but on who makes it A lot of money. In this way, the "Sun", which paid the most, became the exclusive reporter.

The Evening Post will not be able to report on this sensational event. If they lose the game, they will fall into a very embarrassing situation-after Tang En promised that he would definitely jump into the sea after losing the game, the usual and losing The reports can no longer attract everyone's attention. Except for the fans of Nottingham Forest, people all over Europe and the world really want to see this madman coach who became famous at a young age and is proud of himself.

There's nothing better than silencing a big talker.

Bruce thought for a long time and didn't know how to prepare for plan B after losing. He leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

At this time, most of the other... no, the entire media is preparing for plan B with high spirits, right?

"Drained Tony Twain", "Please Jump into the Sea", "Losing and Shame", "To Jump or Not to Jump?" This is a problem", "The sea water is very cold, Tang En is miserable", "Look at his unlucky appearance! "...

A lot of titles like this popped up when Bruce used his brain a little. Everyone is very interested in the fact that Twain is going to make a fool of himself. Perhaps it is the most common kind of human vice to make trouble, right?

He is a staunch Nottingham Forest fan, from before he decided to become a sports journalist, he was born and raised in Nottingham, in addition to supporting Nottingham Forest, he can't think of which team he should be cheering for .

Of course he doesn't want to see the Forest team lose. If he is a fan, he would never even think about the idea of ​​"losing". But who told him to be a reporter now?

It is customary to prepare two sets of plans before the finals, and he must abide by them.

After thinking for a long time, Bruce still didn't know how to start, and finally he thought of the idea that Tang En told him on the phone.

It sounded more like Twain's angry words at the time, but now... After Bruce carefully chewed and pondered those words, he suddenly realized that if he wanted to become a special one in the overwhelming "Twain jumping into the sea", it might be this way it's the best.

He typed such a line on the document:

Nottingham Forest lost again and again, we have nothing to say! !

After typing, he enlarged the line of words, and then sent an E-mail to the editor-in-chief.

Fifteen minutes later, he received a call from the editor-in-chief.

"Fuck you, Bruce!" the Editor-in-Chief snarls on the phone, forcing Bruce to move the phone away from his ear, though the voice is still audible.

"Is this what you've been thinking about for days? I left you a whole page, and I trust you so much, you just made this shit up for me? What is this! What's your teacher in the school of journalism like?" Taught you!"

Bruce simply put the phone directly on the table and used it as a speakerphone.

After the editor-in-chief had finished venting his anger, he picked it up and said, "Well, I didn't tell you my intention in detail. It was my mistake. But I'm definitely not trying to be perfunctory. This is the best thing I came up with after careful consideration. plan."

"What the hell is the best solution? A whole page is blank, except for this fucking headline!" The editor-in-chief was still running wild.

So Bruce's cell phone became "hands-free" again.

Once again waiting for the editor-in-chief to finish venting, Bruce continued: "Do you still remember our title after the Forest team reached the final? That was the best-selling issue."

When he said this, there was no sound over there. Obviously, the editor-in-chief was also considering the connection between this matter and that matter.

"Sometimes, I think it's not good to say too much. We finish everything, but it may not be what readers want to read. If... I mean, if the Forest team really loses, I think there are some things that we don't need. To tell the readers, if someone is nagging in their ears at this time, it will only make them feel bored. So I think it is best to come up with such a title and then say nothing. With emotions, they will go To vent... Moreover, when the time comes, there will be criticisms and denunciations everywhere, and we will not be able to take advantage of it. It is better to be different and attract more attention..."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, and hey laughter sounded over there.

"I still remember the serious young boy who just came to work here and was full of news reports. I still remember the 'conscientious editor' who deleted all the swear words from Dun En's special article. Hey, I have Pierce, once upon a time Where have you been? Now you will talk in front of me to attract attention?"

Bruce blushed when he said this. Of course, these were not his intentions, but if he wanted to survive in this world, he would definitely do a lot of things that he didn't want.

"But your idea is not bad. I used it! If it doesn't work, I won't let you go!"

Bruce hit back: "Do you want Forest to lose?"

"Ah... this... well, we all pray that your damned whimsy never shows up on tomorrow's account."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved to have finished his work. He also hopes that such a great idea will never become a reality, whether it will appear in Tomorrow's Trauma.

But if it really loses, it's no wonder that the title is vicious in both content and form.

If you really lose, even I won't forgive you, Tony...

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After a simple dinner in the afternoon, the players were rushed to the car, and they will set off to the stadium for pre-match warm-up. At this point, it has entered the competition program.

In the car, everyone's expressions gradually became serious, and everyone knew that the time for the finals had come. Not many people are still in the mood to laugh and joke.

So much for the easy moment.

The hotel where the team stayed was very close to the stadium, and traffic control was implemented on the roads between them. They did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and they arrived at the final venue - Athens Olympic Stadium on time.

Here, countless fans of both sides have gathered. While waiting to enter the stadium, they gave warm applause and cheers to the approaching team bus—of course, the AC Milan fans gave the Forest team bus a boo Voice and middle finger.

"It's really lively." Tang En commented casually when he saw the following scene in the car. "It's a big scene..." He thought of the huge advertisement erected in Houston before Yao Ming joined the Houston Rockets.

Let's create something big together!

This ad word is really interesting to read at this time, which makes people excited.

Big scene, hey!

He saw the crowds of people outside, but he didn't feel nervous at all. In connection with Chris Rack's performance this morning, even Twain couldn't explain why he was so calm, why he was able to smile and joke with others when facing such an important game in his life.

Perhaps this is all fate, he was born for such a big scene.

He likes to be noticed, likes to be in the limelight, the more people the better, the bigger the storm the better.

To put it bluntly, he was crazy alone.

The car was about to enter the special parking lot. Tang En stood up, turned around and looked at the players sitting behind. Everyone knew that he had something to say again, so they took off their earphones, stopped chatting with others, and turned their eyes away from their phones. Moved away from the screen, they all looked at their head coach.

Tang En was very satisfied with the players' reactions. He tilted his head and smiled and said, "Have you seen the situation outside?"

Everyone nods.

"This is a big scene, are you ready?"