Godfather Of Champions

Two days before the Champions League final, the Forest team arrived in Paris early.

"Paris, the fashion capital. Anelka, how does it feel to be home?" Ribery asked his compatriot.

Anelka looked at the scenery outside the car window and said lightly, "Not bad."

He was not born in Paris, but his first professional football club was Paris Saint-Germain. He stayed in Paris for long enough, and he still has his house in Paris.

"Hey, I said, don't talk in French, we don't know what you are talking about." Ashley Yang on one side was very depressed.

"How beautiful are France..." Eastwood whistled to the fashionable beauties who walked together on the road outside.

"Freddy, you are a father of two children, pay attention to your image." Dunn joked the players in front, causing a burst of laughter in the carriage.

Everyone on the team looks relaxed, with one exception.

Dunn looked at George Wood who was sitting in the back row while turning his head back to talk to Eastwood. He was staring at the Parisian street view outside the window, and he didn't care about what just happened in the car.

Dunn sighed in his heart.

Originally, George Wood didn't have to come with the team, because he couldn't participate in the final. But Dunn still insisted on bringing him, hoping to use this way to show that he is an important member of the team. This approach seems more like a comfort, but comfort is better than nothing. Wood must feel like an outsider, everyone can look forward to the Champions League final, but he can't.

And most importantly, Dunn can't comfort Wood now. He can't walk to Wood's seat in full view, then pat his shoulder and say, "It's okay, George. Even if you can't play, you're a member of the team." Then everyone's attention will be on Wood, and this It was exactly what Wood didn't want to happen.

Except for looking at Wood from a distance and sighing in his heart, Dunn couldn't do anything.

※※※

When the team bus arrived at the hotel where they were staying, there was already a lot of media waiting there.

This final has long been classified by the media as a "decisive battle between artistic football and utilitarian football". Barcelona naturally represents artistic football, and Nottingham Forest is considered a representative of utilitarianism because of its insistence on defensive counterattacks and ugly and beautiful football.

Dunn was very dissatisfied with this. He does not deny that his team is somewhat utilitarian, but he hates that the media will confront the two teams simply and rudely. Putting Barcelona on the altar to worship, but using Nottingham Forest as a target for verbal criticism.

What happened to the ugly kick? I can win if it's ugly. How about playing art? Don't look at the current Barcelona scenery, who will not know the scenery in a few years.

Dunn, who was the first to get out of the bus, had just stepped on the ground with his feet, and countless microphones were stretched out from both sides of the passage to his mouth. Questions were thrown at him one by one. There was nothing new. Most of them were related to Wood’s absence. of. As the game drew near, the topic of Wood's absence in the finals rose. Everyone wants to see how the Forest team, which started on defense, will deal with Barcelona after missing the most important defensive player in the team.

"How to deal with it? Don't you know when the game comes?" While squeezing forward, Dunn answered similar questions unfriendly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dunn. As everyone knows, your team has always relied on defense to enter the finals. Will Wood's absence make you more aggressive in seeking offense?" someone in the crowd asked with a throat.

When Dunn heard this question, he stopped and cast his eyes in the direction of the sound. This question touched his negative scales, making him look for big opportunities and excuses that he had been unhappy over the past few days.

"Who asked this question just now?"

A bald man stood up. "World Sports News reporter..."

He planned to introduce himself, but Dunn interrupted directly. "The Catalan media? No wonder. Why, you look down on defense? You think it's embarrassing for us to reach the final by defense? Barcelona is very artistic and offensive. If you have the ability, you suggest Rijkaard and let him not line up defenders and goalkeepers. Going on the field, offensive to the end, art in the end? Have you been reporting on football for a few years? Do you know football? Where are you from?" Dunn almost went on to say "Your mother's last name", but fortunately he suppressed it at a critical moment The anger in my heart did not explode. "Do you know what defense is? Do you understand the meaning of defense for modern football? We rely on defense to enter the finals. Are you unhappy? Do you think the team you support will have a headache facing our defense, so Would you say that?"

With the rise of curse, Dunn didn’t leave at all. He put his suitcase on the ground and stretched out his fingers to show the Barcelona reporter in front of him. "Look at what you media wrote-the decisive battle between art football and utilitarian football! We are utilitarian. Let me do the math for you. From the semifinals to the semi-finals, how many goals Barcelona have scored? Six! How many of our Nottingham Forest scores? We scored five in the eighth finals!" He opened his palms, Bi in front of the poor reporter. "By the end of the semi-finals, we scored nine goals! Don't you always like to use the number of goals to measure whether a team's offense is strong? We scored nine, Barcelona six. Who is utilitarian? Who offensive? "

Someone in the crowd blew a whistle, which was a boos of gloating and watching the excitement. Everyone likes to see Dunn doing this, because it means that they will soon have a breaking news report.

The players who got out of the car saw the coach point to a reporter's nose and curse, and they all stopped to watch the excitement. Chris Lak urged them to enter the hotel quickly and don't waste time here.

"My team is not an entertaining circus. I have no obligation to satisfy those little hobbies of you people. I only care about the evaluation of my supporters and the board. The championship trophy is my goal. Don’t care. Art football? I’m not Picasso and Van Gogh. Goodbye, Mr. Barcelona."

After venting the unhappiness in his heart, Dunn pulled up the box again, turned and left the bustling hotel entrance.

"WOW, boss is so cool..." Lennon looked dumbfounded.

"I can foresee what the headlines of the major media will be tomorrow..." Albertini said next to him, his tone quite helpless.

※※※

Before the finals were played, Nottingham Forest became the focus of media attention... To be precise, their head coach Tony Dunn became the focus of everyone’s attention. The Spanish media spoke to Dunn’s speech at the hotel entrance yesterday. He lashed out at him, believing that he lacked basic respect, was arrogant, and was full of nonsense.

The media in Nottingham and even England supported Dunn, trying to portray him as a character coach, propagating that he said so because of his straightforward temper...

As for the other neutral media, they were eager to report the incident in a cheerful mood. Some media titles are very talented-Tony Dunn and Barcelona's war.

Readers can see this as Dunn’s challenge to the Barcelona team alone, or as Dun Quixote’s challenge to the city of Barcelona and Catalonia behind it.

In short, because of Dunn's impulse, the focus of attention and the firepower of the opponent's media were concentrated on him.

David Chris Luck is puzzled. He knew that Dunn was grumpy when facing the media, and he also knew that Dunn was in a bad mood recently, perhaps because the war was approaching, which made him a little nervous and nervous... But the reporter's question at the time did not nakedly criticize the Forest Team. The tactics are conservative. The comments written in the newspaper with other media were much more polite. He didn't understand why Dun En became so popular.

The next day, Dunn called the waiter specially, gave him a tip, and asked him to go out and buy all the sports newspapers he could buy. Then he turned over all the newspapers he bought back to the page with his photos and news, neatly arranged side by side on the bed.

The sunlight outside the window came in and shone on the bed. He can't read French or Spanish, but it doesn't prevent him from enjoying his photos.

Just like admiring works of art, he stood by the bed and tilted his head and looked at the newspapers that exuded the fragrance of ink.

So when David Chris Luck knocked on the door and came in, he felt very strange seeing this scene.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

"As you can see, read the newspaper." Tang En didn't turn his head and continued to read the newspaper on the bed.

"Look like that?" Chris Lack came over, tilting his head like Dunn, but he could not see anything except the eye-catching photos.

"Do you understand?" So he asked.

"You don't need to understand, I can guess what they wrote. It's nothing more than the old stuff... Want me to repeat it to you?"

Chris Lak shook his head: "I'm just about to ask you, Tony. The thing about your tantrum at the hotel entrance yesterday was not right for me, it was very strange. Or... I think your temper was too sudden. "

"Venting your emotions is not playing a game, you have to warm up in advance..." Dunn walked over and pointed to the newspaper on the bed and said, "Look, it's all my photos and my name. They are all discussing me, whether they support me. I still scold my mother, all the focus is on me..."

"You are famous, Tony. But you don't need to be famous..."

"Do you think I was to be famous? Then I might as well go to the Eiffel Tower and take off my clothes and pants and play bungee jumping." Dunn put all the newspapers away, vacated the bed, and then threw himself on the bed. He looked at Chris Lak who was still standing beside him and asked, "How are the players' moods?"

"All are pretty good."

"Are they nervous?"

"A few people are nervous, but not all of them."

"Is everything normal?"

Chris Laco nodded: "I think so."

"What about those reporters?"

"Everyone is trying to interview you."

When the assistant coach said so, Dunn laughed. "Let them find it."

"Hey, Tony, you haven't answered my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"Why did you suddenly start the fire?"

"Why... I just hope the media can focus their attention on me and leave some room for the team. Now it seems that I did a good job. After all, no one will ask about those **** tactics and Wood's absence from the game. Problem."

Dunn turned over and sat up from the bed: "Let's go, David. It's lunch time."

※※※

At lunch, the team was discussing Dunn's anger at this reporter yesterday. And Dunn announced another news: Free activities in the afternoon, players can go shopping or do other things, in short, try not to stay in the hotel room, and then return to the hotel at 5:30, gather for the French stadium to adapt Field training. Because of the TV broadcast factor, the final must be held at night. In order to let the team adapt to the feeling of playing the game, Dunn also put the training time in that time period.

This decision got a response from the players with cheers.

Come to the fashion capital, the beautiful Paris. No one wants to lock themselves in a hotel room, young people want to go out and have fun.

Only Chrisla can remind Dunn in a low voice: "Tony, the day after tomorrow is the game..."

"I know that it is precisely because of this that they have to relax, and the nervous mood is not conducive to the game. This is not the era of hotel-training-field three-point and one-line. They have their own entertainment methods, and they must respect this. ."

After lunch and a short lunch break, the players of the Forest team went out together.

Wood accompanies his mother to go shopping. Of course, those who have a girlfriend and wife are with their love. The bachelors went out to find beautiful women.

Dunn was not idle either, he went out to see Shania-this was an appointment before coming to Paris.

Shania dressed like an ordinary little girl, and she had no contact with the iceberg beauty on the catwalk after she had removed her makeup. Perhaps the only thing she used to conceal her identity was a pair of large sunglasses.

The two met in the square in front of the Eiffel Tower. The sun was shining today and it was very suitable for a date.

"It's the Eiffel Tower again... Almost everyone who comes to Paris will come here. You are so vulgar, Uncle Tony." Shania sighed as she looked at the crowded Plaza de Mars. Dunn decided on the date of the date. He did not hesitate to report the name of the Eiffel Tower on the phone, because the building is the most famous and has become a symbol of Paris and France in the world. It is also because there are too many people here to visit, so it is completely out of touch with the "romantic French style". It may be okay to see it from a distance. When you get closer, you will find that it is all people, noisy, and bustling.

"How? I'm just a layman." Dunn kept taking pictures with his digital camera, while answering Shania standing in front of him.

Shania glanced at Dunn.

"Do you have to take so many photos of an iron tower?"

"Who said I was shooting the tower?"

"what?"

"Even though the iron tower is beautiful, it's also beautiful..."

Shania rolled her eyes. The square was full of tourists, but there were really many beautiful women who were dressed or fashionable, sexy, or plain passing by them.

"Sania, take off your sunglasses."

"Why? The sun is so dazzling..." Although she complained, Shania took off her sunglasses. She just took off her sunglasses and couldn't help squinting her eyes, and then she found that Dunn's camera lens was facing her.

"Well, it's better to look better without sunglasses. Do you know what you are wearing, Shania?"

"like what?"

"Toad."

"Uncle Tony!" Shania opened her eyes and looked angry, but when she saw that the shutter in Dun En's hand was pressed faster, she laughed again. "Well, I actually don't like wearing sunglasses... But who made me..."

"Who made you a celebrity now? You see, I don't have to go out and wear sunglasses."

"Because you will wear it on the training ground." Shania countered.

Dunn took the camera down and closed it. Then she said to Shania, "Do you want to eat ice cream?" There is a shop selling ice cream under the Eiffel Tower.

Shania hesitated for a while, then pouted and shook her head: "I don't want it anymore...I'm afraid of gaining weight. The model must keep in shape at all times..."

Dunn suddenly slid the camera into Shania’s hands: “Eating a bucket of ice cream won’t make you gain weight right away. I don’t want you to diet to starve to death on the catwalk like those models. Health is more important than anything else. You wait, I'll buy ice cream."

After speaking, Dunn turned and strode towards the crowded ice cream shop.

Shania lowered her head and turned on the digital camera again, then flipped through the photos Dun En had just taken. To her surprise, she did not see countless photos of strange beauties in the memory card. There was only one protagonist in all the photos-her, Judy Shania Jordana.

She wears sunglasses and looks around, she frowns and speaks, she pursed her mouth, she flicks her hair, she smiles, she rolls her eyes, she stares angrily...Where is the Eiffel Tower? I can't find it. There is no beautiful and tall "Iron Lady" in a single photo.

Looking at it, Shania laughed.

Then she raised the camera and headed towards the ice cream shop. Through the electronic screen, she saw Uncle Tony holding up two ice cream cones with both hands, struggling to squeeze out of the crowd.

This is nothing like the young and most popular coach in Europe, Mr. Tony Dunn, who commanded the team to charge on the sidelines of the game, and slobbered with the media off the court.

Shania pointed the camera at Dunn in the crowd, zoomed in, and then pressed the shutter.

(To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

Like the champion godfather, please collect it: (www.NovelMTL.com) The literature of the champion godfather has the fastest update speed.