Godfather Of Champions

"Tor...Uncle Tony?"

After seeing who was lying on the ground, Shania was stunned.

After hearing Shania calling him so, Dun En's heart that had been hanging around finally landed. He no longer struggled, just lying on the ground, smiling with a crooked face.

"Judy, do you know him!?" The female companions around were very surprised. How could this sloppy-looking man know Shania?

Shania nodded: "He is the one who gave me the Totoro doll." Then she said to the security guards, "Please let him go, he is here to find me."

The little girl could speak Italian, which Dunn really didn't expect. Shania seems to have a gift for languages...

"Mr. Dunn!" A man's voice rang behind the security guard. This time it was Shania's agent Terry Faisal, a very rough but delicate middle-aged man. Because of Shania, he also knew Dunn. "Why are you here?" He was a little surprised looking at Dun En, who was pushed to the ground by the security guards.

"This... it's a long story..." Dun En said with a tilted mouth, "But can you let them pull me up first?"

"Hey, what are you doing? Mr. Dunn is the guest I invited."

Another person who speaks fluent Italian.

The security guards who were still a little hesitant did not hesitate this time, and immediately pulled Dun En up, and some people helped him to dust off, and kept saying "I'm sorry" in Italian. Dunn once again deeply realized the importance of mastering one more foreign language.

Dunn stood up again, with scratches and dust on his face. He looked at Shania who was opposite and smiled.

Shania saw this face and couldn't get out of her temper. But Fasal next to him said: "Let's find a place to sit and talk."

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In Shania’s apartment, after a few brief chats, Fasal left, and now only Tang En and Shania are left. Dunn held the water glass in his hand and looked at Shania opposite, still holding a smirk on her face.

Shania really had nothing to do with Dun En like this. She got up and went to the bathroom to take out a towel and handed it to Dun En, "Wipe her face."

Dunn obediently took the towel, wiped his face, and continued to laugh: "It feels so good to hear you call me'Uncle Tony' again, Shania."

Shania pouted her lips.

"Why don't you answer my call?"

Shania pretended to be surprised: "Did you call me?" Then she pulled her phone out of her bag and took a look, "Oh, it's turned off."

Of course Dunn knew that Shania was lying, but he didn't break it either.

"Have you been busy with work these days?" he asked.

Shania nodded, then shook her head: "It's okay."

"We haven't seen each other for half a year?"

"How can it be that long, I had video on the Internet half a month ago."

"Oh, can video chat be compared with talking face-to-face? No matter how high the pixels of the camera are, is it so clear that there is a real person sitting in front of me? No matter how advanced the Internet is, can I speak like this without delay?"

Shania raised her hand and surrendered: "Alright, alright, you are right. It's been a long time since I saw you."

Dunn happily said, "I haven't seen you for half a year, I think you have grown up a lot."

"You plan to treat me as an adult?"

"You are in my eyes...have always been a little girl who was not grown up."

Shania pouted and stopped talking.

Little children hope that others will treat them as adults. Dunn also had this mentality when he was a child. He thought he could understand Shania’s thoughts, but... "Is it good to grow up? Shania, do you really want to grow up? ?"

"I don't know." Shania shook her head. "But when you grow up, you can do what you want to do. Don't worry about my father and mother always chatting in my ears;'Judy, you do this, Jordana, you do that'. Very annoying. ..."

Just like when I was a child, I thought that when I grew up watching cartoons every night, no one would come to sleep. I don’t have to take an exam and I don’t have to worry about being beaten or scolded when I go home. I am not afraid of parent meetings or teachers. No one cares about what I want to do, and I have the final say...

It's a pure ideal.

Dunn looked down at Shania and smiled. He got up and changed a seat and sat next to Shania. He raised his hand, went around Shania's head, hung in the air and hesitated for a while, and finally placed it gently on Shania's shoulder.

"But my lord, there are also troubles."

Shania leaned her head on Dunn's shoulder, and then asked Dunn a frightening question: "For example, are you worried about the scandal hyped by the media?"

After saying these words, Shania could clearly feel that Dun En's waist stood up and her body became stiff, and she lowered her head and started laughing secretly.

"Ahem." Dunn coughed twice. "That was all made up by the paparazzi. Miss Gronia and I had nothing to do. They were just good friends. She came to see you and she drove me. In fact, she is a very good person. If you meet her, you will definitely like her."

Shania snorted.

Dunn didn't think it would be good for this topic to continue. He looked at his watch and it was almost eleven. "Ah, it's so late...I should go back. There will be a game tomorrow..."

Shania removed his head from Dunn's shoulder, and he withdrew his hand from his pocket and took out a ticket from his pocket, and handed it to Shania: "I think you definitely didn't buy a ticket, so I'll give you one. "

"Tomorrow? I have a job tomorrow..." Although she said that, Shania still accepted the ticket.

"If you are too busy at work, it's okay if you can't go."

Dunn stood up and Xianya escorted him to the door.

Just when Dunn was about to turn around and leave, Shania stopped him: "Uncle Tony."

"Huh?" Dunn turned and looked at Shania who was leaning on the door.

"Thank you for coming to see me..." Shania poked her head out and said to Dun En.

Dunn smiled: "Go back and rest. You have to work tomorrow."

"Yeah." Shania nodded, and then Dunn watched her turn back to the room, heard her close the door, and then walked to the elevator.

This is a high-rise elevator apartment. Don't worry about paparazzi guarding in the corridor and in front of the house. Because the security will not let them in, but if you stay outside the building, no one can manage.

Dunn walked out of the hall, stood at the door and paused for a while, and looked around, he knew there must be someone hiding on either side. But it is impossible for him to sever contact and contact with people he knows because he is afraid of being followed and taken by the paparazzi. If they want to shoot, just shoot, they are not afraid of shadows.

Thinking of this, Dunn adjusted his collar and walked out.

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Seeing through the window that Dunn was in the taxi downstairs, Shania closed the curtains again, and then called her agent Terry Fasall: "Mr. Fasall, my one tomorrow... …Help me push, right?"

"Because I'm going to watch a game?"

"Ok……"

"Okay, I know."

"Excuse me, Mr. Faisal."

"Where else, I am also very happy to see you two get back together." Fasal over there hung up with a laugh.

Holding the phone, Shania thought of Dunn's mirror pressed by a group of security guards, and laughed.

I couldn't get through the phone. I accidentally saw this live broadcast on the TV and ran up in person. Then I was mistaken for a thief and hooligan by the security guards, and struggling **** the ground...Uncle Tony, really cute!

It was 11:30 when Dunn returned to the hotel where he was staying. The players had already entered the room to rest, but Chris Luck was not worried about Dunn. He was still waiting at the door of his room when he saw Dunn appearing in front of him. I was a little surprised. Not because of Dunn's return, but because of the torn jacket.

"You went out...drinking?" Chris Lak thought for a while, did not say "fight", even though he knew that Dunn was grumpy, he was not the one who took the initiative to cause trouble.

"No." Dunn said with a grin.

"Then your clothes..." Chris Lak pointed to the torn sleeve.

"Oh." Dunn looked down. "The accident is purely an accident. But David, what are you doing here? Did the players go to rest?"

"I'm waiting for you." Chris Lak shrugged. "They all went to sleep."

"Very well, go and rest too, David. Don't forget that there will be a long battle tomorrow."

Chris Luck looked at Dun En who was smiling and sighed inwardly, and said in secret: Do you still know there will be a fierce battle tomorrow?

"Well, you can rest early, too."

He said this, but Chris Luck didn't move. He watched Dunn open the door, enter the room, close the door, and then turn around and leave.

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Dunn slept very deep this time, slept for a long time, and slept well. He didn't even have a dream, and he was full of energy when he got up. His heart is no longer at odds, and now no matter how much the media hype, he won't worry about it anymore. Now he can really focus all his energy on the match against Inter Milan, but he doesn’t know if it’s too late...

Because the game time is in the evening, all meals have been advanced. After eating lunch, the team rests, and then dinner at about four in the afternoon, and then after a short rest, the team will wait for the car to rush to the stadium to prepare before the game.

There are only two themes for this day-rest and competition.

At dinner, Dunn appeared in front of all the players. His spirit looked very good and his voice was very loud.

"Good morning, guys!"

A burst of laughter.

"Boss, it's already afternoon!"

Dunn also smiled: "It's great to see you so energetic. Everyone, are you ready?"

"Everything is OK!"

"Very good, let's eat." Tang En waved, turned and walked out of the restaurant. There are still people waiting for him outside.

Kris Gronia's work has already started, but she didn't see what happened in the rest of yesterday. She was not very relieved, so she came to the hotel to see Dunn. Dunn had to thank him in person.

Although a lot of media has appeared inside and outside the hotel lobby, Dunn and Gronia did not mean to hide. They generously found a place in the hotel lobby to sit down and chat, and ignored the flashing lights of the reporters.

"I really want to thank you for what happened yesterday." Dunn thanked again.

"It seems that your troubles have been resolved, Mr. Dunn. The spirits have improved a lot." Gronia blinked. "Tonight's game is worth looking forward to."

Dunn smiled.

"Chris?"

"Ok?"

"Have you interviewed many people in football circles?"

"Yes, I have a cooperative relationship with UEFA. If they want to produce some feature films, they will ask me for help most of the time."

"You said that like me... the head coach who has to go out to solve personal problems before the important game is very incompetent, very out of the ordinary?"

"But this is the real you, I think it's good. It's much better than those who put on a mask as soon as they face the camera and say something that they usually scorn." Gronia shook her head.

"Thank you."

Gronia stood up: "I should go back. You are going to the stadium soon, right? Let's see you there." She reached out her hand generously.

"Okay, goodbye." Dunn also stretched out his hand. The two shook hands naturally under the attention of the media.

Gossip? Dunn doesn't have this word in his mind now. Outsiders can understand as much as they like, as long as the people he cares about don't think so. Dunn is not obligated to serve the media and the crowd.

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As a stadium commonly used by rivals in the same city, it is famous because both teams are giants, so it also has two names-San Siro and Meazza.

San Siro is what AC Milan fans call their own team's home stadium, and Meazza is what Inter Milan fans call this stadium. AC Milan fans will never call this stadium "Meazza", and Inter Milan fans will never allow others to call this stadium "San Siro" in front of them.

The hostility of the fans of the two teams created a special story for this stadium.

Regarding football, there is a common saying in the UK-there is no modern football without derby.

This sentence is very correct whether it is placed in the UK or other countries. Milan, Italy, the capital of fashion and football, is because of Derby. Few cities have two world-class giants at the same time, each with a long and glorious history, and sharing the same stadium.

Seeing the familiar stadium appear in front of him, Demetrio Albertini, the captain of Nottingham Forest, felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I didn't expect to return to this stadium again after being loaned to Atletico Madrid in the 02-03 season. Although his opponent is not AC Milan, but the old rival Inter Milan.

Should he thank Tony Dunn? It was this man who gave himself the chance to come back to San Siro. But why is it just as a "guest"?

Dunn, who was sitting in the front row, looked back at Albertini, who was staring at the stadium getting closer and closer outside the car window.

Chris Lak also noticed. Reminiscent of Albertini's feelings for this stadium, he became a little worried: "Tony, Demi, he..."

"Don't worry, David. I believe Demi, he is a professional player." Dunn turned his head and looked in front of him and said.

Dunn was right. When Albertini changed into the Nottingham Forest jersey in the locker room and put the captain's armband on his left arm, his eyes changed, sharp, firm, and calm.

He is the captain of the team. Everyone on the team is watching him, and the coach is watching him. How can he have any emotions unrelated to this game? If the captain is shaken, don't expect other people to play well.

The players have warmed up and returned to the locker room.

Dunn stood at the door and said to the players with serious expressions: "I don’t want to talk too much nonsense. I only have one request for each game, you know. Today’s game is no exception-do everything possible. Fight for victory!"

As soon as Dunn's voice fell, Albertini was the first to stand up, shocking many people.

"Guys, let's go!"

He opened the door of the dressing room first.

The road at his feet always leads to the familiar green field. He has walked this road for fourteen years. Whether it is AC Milan's home game or "Away challenge" Inter Milan's game, he regards himself as the stadium. Master, this time is really walking this way as a "guest".

But, so what?

I’m Dmitrio Albertini, this is my way.

No. 4 in Nottingham Forest took a stride.

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