Godfather Of Champions

There is a Chinese idiom that makes sense: Combine work and rest. Now that he is under great pressure, he really should take a break, otherwise the team may not be crushed, but he is the one who collapsed-he would have the lingering heartbeat when he thought of the last minute at Portman Road Stadium. If the free kick Eastwood did not score, now the Forest team can give up the dream of winning the league second.

Well, go to Burns’ bar to relax, and it’s nice to have a chat with John and the others. Put the worry of upgrading aside for now.

Dunn didn't expect that the next night, he didn't see Fat John and the others at the Forest Bar, but another group of people.

Dunn almost didn't know a group of middle-aged men whose age was similar to Burns. These people crowded an old man in the middle of the crowd, and the old man with a wine glass was talking to other people was the focus of the audience. He is the legendary coach of the Nottingham Forest team-Brian Clough.

Dunn didn't expect to see the boss here, he was stunned at the door. Until Burns walked towards him.

"This is..." As soon as Dun En was puzzled opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Burns with a smile.

"A simple dinner to commemorate the 25th anniversary of Nottingham Forest winning the European Champions Cup. Except you, here are the people who participated in the 79th European Champions Cup final." Kenny Burns led Dunn in and stood. Clough, speaking in the middle of the room, saw them.

He raised his wine glass to Dunn: "Look who is here? How does it feel to win a championship?"

These words turned other people's attention to Dun En, who had just entered the door, and they all laughed after seeing who was coming.

"Mr. Tang En, you are a news figure in the last two months!"

"Boss, I think you are very similar!"

Clough was noncommittal at such words, but Dunn was a little embarrassed. He didn't know any of these people except Burns and Clough, but they seemed to know themselves very well. The wine glass that Burns handed was closed for him.

He took the glass and thanked Burns. Then answer Clough’s first question: "It feels great, boss."

He said this, and the others laughed again, and then discussed the funny story before the League Cup final: "When I watched all the members of the Forest team step off the bus in front of the TV, I could hardly believe it. Own eyes!"

"Me too, Peter. Mr. Tony Dunn's appearance is impressive!"

"Haha!"

Dunn knew that they were talking about his outfit, and when he watched the replay later, he felt that he looked funny at the time. He didn't want to do it again...

"Even though you look like a clown,...it works, isn't it?" Clough took a sip and looked at Dunn and said.

Dunn nodded. Although the people standing in front of him are all people who have won the UEFA Champions League with their own hands, Dunn, who has won the League Cup, has the confidence to have an equal dialogue in front of them. "The team was not doing well at the time. I could only use that method to help them build their confidence. Later, I looked funny myself, but... as long as we win the championship at the end, the Joker is no big deal."

The topic seemed to be developing in the direction of communication between the two, and the others left after seeing the situation, and chatted with each other casually with their wine glasses.

Only Clough and Dunn were left at the table in the middle of the room. Clough made a "sit down" gesture, and the two sat down face to face.

"I can see the forest team's red jersey again in the League Cup finals...that feels really good." The old man said slowly, "Do you know when we made the League Cup finals last time?"

"Twelve years ago, boss." Dunn replied without hesitation.

Clough nodded slowly: "Wembley has been rebuilt, this time is really long..." He cast his gaze to the bar door, as if recalling his years as a coach in the forest team.

Twelve years ago, in 1992, the last season before the establishment of the Premier League, Brian Clough spent the last year as the head coach of Nottingham Forest. The Forest team reached the 91-92 League Cup final. That was the last afterglow of the once smashing Nottingham Forest. They lost to Manchester United and saved coach Alex Ferguson, who was in a crisis of confidence. The Scot later made his own Manchester United dynasty and was awarded a knight by the Queen of England. And Brian Clough and his legendary forest slowly withdrew from the stage of history.

The boss is two years younger than Bobby Robson, who is still coaching in Newcastle, and only seven years older than Ferguson. At this age, he can continue to direct the game in the coaching bench instead of sitting at home drinking all day. Then he was forced to undergo a liver transplant.

If the Forest did not lose to Manchester United, what would happen? Will the Forest team take this opportunity to regain its glory? Will Ferguson dismiss get out of class sadly? Beckham, Giggs, Scholes... What will happen to the respective destinies of the 92 generation of Manchester United?

It is meaningless to think about this issue now.

After recovering, Dunn found that Clough was looking at him.

"I heard Burns say that you have been under a lot of pressure recently."

"Um...yes, boss. In the last round of the league, at the last minute, I felt I was about to commit a heart attack."

Clough chuckled and said, "It's not easy to be a head coach, kid. I have been the head coach of the Forest team for 18 years. What kind of things have not been experienced? Forty-two rounds undefeated. , Entered the Champions League final for three consecutive years, but I..." He pointed to those who talked freely. "Never let them know what's in my heart, especially the bad ones. Remember the first time we met, kid."

Dunn nodded, Burns, Walker and Bowyer took him to Derbyshire. The time for afternoon tea at the old handsome's house seemed to be yesterday.

"What did you ask me?"

This kind of dialogue makes Dunn feel as if he often talks with his players, but the role has changed. He is not the head coach, he is a player under Brian Clough. He thought for a while, and then replied: "You ask me what I do as a head coach."

"How did you answer?"

"Lead the team to victory..."

Clough took a sip, then continued as Dun En remembered: "Wrong, kid, that's just part of the job. Now I think you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

Dunn nodded: "I already understand it, boss."

"It's wrong again. How long have you been sitting in this position? The **** is not hot, so you understand. What do you understand?"

Facing such a rhetorical question, Dunn didn't know how to answer it.

"Your road is still long, kid..." Clough stood up slowly and looked down at Dunn. Then he held a wine glass to chat with his old men.

Then the dinner returned to the theme of this time, and everyone talked about the glory of the Forest team. Dunn sat next to him and acted on the audience without saying a word. At the same time, he imagined in his heart-one day, he could sit here with his former subordinates, reminiscing about the years of European kingship? What about after a teenager?

The dinner was very simple, private and not open to the media, and they were not even notified. At ten o'clock in the evening, it was over. At the entrance of the bar, everyone was busy saying goodbye.

At this time, Dunn became the busiest person again. Everyone will come over to say goodbye to him, and then say a word or two to encourage him. After all, everyone has played for the Forest team. There is still some feeling for this. Finally it was Brian Clough’s turn. He sat in the car, opened the window, and looked at Dunn. Dunn knew he had something to say, so he leaned over and stood outside the car window.

The old man looked at Dun En, thought about it, and then shrugged: "I almost forgot one thing...Congratulations, kid." Then he raised the window again and knocked on the back of the driver's seat.

The white Ford drove away from Dun En slowly, and everyone else drove their farewells. The entrance of the bar that was still lively just now suddenly became deserted. Dunn stood by the side of the road, and Burns walked over to him and said, "Aren't you used to it? Listen to us discussing the past?"

Dunn looked back at him who was kind, "Fortunately...I used to encounter such things often." He was referring to himself in China. When attending the class reunion, everyone was happily talking about their recent experiences, but he seemed to be an outsider, not interested in those topics.

"Well, actually... the boss asked me to call you. Originally, we only invited teammates who played in the 79 Champions Cup final. Before you came, he talked about the League Cup final when he chatted with me. He said that your tactics in that game reminded him of the first time the Forest team won the Champions League-we also won by relying on airtight defense. Oh, there is one more thing, although the boss I didn't say, but I think... If the Forest team really returns to the Super League at the end of this season, he will be very happy." Burns looked at the night sky in the distance.

Dunn smiled: "Thank you, Kenny."

"Don't thank me, thank you. We old guys have seen the passing years in your forest team, so everyone has high hopes for you... how? Now I say that, in your heart Is the pressure greater?" Burns laughed.

"Kenny, if I don't succeed, I will come to you and drink up all your stored wine."

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