Godfather Of Champions

Although they were just below the Eiffel Tower, the two did not pay for the elevator to get a bird's eye view of Paris, nor did they go to other famous tourist attractions. After taking photos in the Plaza de Mars and eating ice cream, Dunn and Shania walked along the Seine River, chatting while walking, occasionally taking a few photos. Dunn knows nothing about fashion and has no interest in shopping, while Shania has access to the most fashionable clothing and cosmetics because of her work relationship, and she has no need to go shopping. The two walked aimlessly, very casually.

Dunn would ask her about her recent situation, but he would not criticize her for making small mistakes in her work, nor would he raise her face like her father and mother to teach her. Shania likes this kind of time very much, there is no pressure at all.

Dunn also likes it very much. Being with Shania makes him temporarily forget about the upcoming Champions League final. No need to consider the tactical arrangements of opponents and your own team, no need to worry about this, no need to do ideological work for the players, no need to quarrel with reporters to attract fire... Walking through the streets in the lazy sun in Paris in the afternoon.

If Shania was a girl who went to the high-end shopping mall to go to the street, and finally came home with big bags, Dunn and she might not have the tacit understanding now.

He is not a person who can deal with women very well. Facing Sophia’s enthusiasm, sometimes he will be at a loss. Facing Chris’ boldness and directness, he will also feel embarrassed; even when he was alone with Yang Yan, Part of the time she was restrained... Only with the little girl Shania, he could not be pretentious or embarrassed and relaxed, and naturally relaxed.

He has no mind-reading skills, and doesn't know what Shania thinks in her heart, and what it's like to be with him. Looking at the smile on Shania's face now, he hopes to think the same as himself...

The time in the afternoon was very short, and even though the sun was still shining, Dunn and Shania had to leave. In order to avoid media chase, Dunn did not send Shania back to the hotel where she stayed, nor did Shania accompany Dunn back. The two waved goodbye on the streets of Paris.

Dunn returned to the hotel with a good mood for an afternoon and the warm sunshine. His players have already returned one after another. Gathering the good people, the team took the bus to the French Stadium to prepare for the final one day later.

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Up to now, Dunn still has an indescribable feeling-he watched the UEFA Champions League final in front of the TV. In the pouring rain, Arsenal's ten players challenged, leading Barcelona by dozens of minutes, and finally Lose at this moment.

Therefore, when he is now exposed to historical events and becomes the protagonist, the feeling of traveling through time and space becomes more and more obvious.

Arsenal, who should have appeared in the Champions League final, was eliminated by their own team. Moving forward, the Spanish yellow submarine Villarreal, which should have appeared in the Champions League this season, was eliminated by Nottingham Forest and replaced by Nottingham Forest. Villarreal's position, to participate in the Champions League, if according to the trajectory that Dunn knew, the Forest team should be eliminated by Arsenal in the semifinals.

Everything has been subverted, and what changes these is my own "BUG" that travels through time and space.

Because I am a BUG, ​​the Nottingham Forest I led has naturally become a BUG. So does this BUG change the future, or does the orthodox Barcelona, ​​favored by UEFA, let history return to normal?

Dunn stood in front of the window of the hotel's own room.

He remembers that it rained heavily in Paris during the Champions League final.

Now... the sound of water can be heard clearly even if the window is closed. The silver rain stream poured down from the sky, and the Eiffel Tower could be clearly seen here yesterday, but today only a vague black shadow can be seen.

He stared at the hazy world outside in a trance.

"Tony." There was a sound of opening behind the door, and Chris Luck pushed in. "It's time to go."

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"Such rain..." Eastwood stood at the entrance of the hotel lobby, looking at the bus parked outside. Unlike Dunn in the room with closed windows, the sound of rain here is more obvious and clear.

The forest players have all arrived in the lobby and are ready to go to the stadium. Rain games are no stranger to them, after all, the most important thing in the UK throughout the year is rain.

But for the UEFA Champions League final that everyone attaches great importance to, it is still very disappointing and disappointing that it can't be played under suitable weather.

"Will the game be postponed because of heavy rain?" Alan Lennon, the kid next to him, asked curiously.

Albertini shook his head: "No, the underground drainage system of the French Stadium is very developed. There will not be much water on the field. And..." He glanced at the reporters who were wearing raincoats and filming under heavy rain. "This kind of final is broadcast live to the world and sponsored by countless advertisers. The postponement will affect the interests of TV broadcasters, so they will not agree to the postponement."

"But it feels terrible to play football in such a heavy rain...the wet body is always uncomfortable." Lennon frowned.

"Don't worry, maybe when we get to the stadium, the rain will be less."

Lennon looked outside and nodded, but his frowning brow was still not stretched.

George Wood can only watch this game with his mother in the stands. Although he is still in the team, when he gets to the stadium, he will go to his mother in the VIP box in the stands. So Albertini will put on the captain’s armband again. With Wood’s absence, he is the only person that these young players can rely on and rely on. In fact, he is the team’s first captain, just because of long absences and injuries. The injury stopped, people remember the captain Wood.

In today’s forest team, only three people have experience in the UEFA Champions League finals. One is goalkeeper Van der Sar. At the beginning of Ajax, he participated in the Champions League final twice, the first time being Ajax. Won the championship trophy and lost to Peruzi's goalkeeper Juventus in the penalty shootout for the second time.

The second person to participate in the Champions League final is Nicolas Anelka. However, his situation is very embarrassing, it is estimated that he himself is not willing to recall this Champions League final experience. It was his goal in the semifinals that helped Real Madrid eliminate the Bundesliga giant Bayern Munich and enter the final. He started in the final and made the first goal. But afterwards, when people recalled the Champions League this year, they would only remember Raul’s nearly 70-meter long-distance attack, remember Redondo’s amazing heels in the match against Manchester United, remember Morientes, remember yeah Luo, remember... a lot of people, but no one thinks of him Anelka. For Real Madrid fans, Anelka, who has only scored two goals in 19 games in one season, is not a discount. The unsuccessful losers are still the same until now.

The last person to participate in the Champions League final is the captain Albertini. Like Van der Sar, he has won a Champions League glory. The 93-94 season is the last afterglow of the Milan dynasty, which is a glorious return. After this, AC Milan fell into a trough.

Anelka is taciturn, and it is too difficult for young players to expect him to impart experience. Van der Sar is very helpful, but with Albertini, he should keep a low profile. After all, Albertini is the captain, and he is nothing.

Dunn and Chris Luck walked out of the elevator and came to the team members gathered together.

"Go, guys." He clapped his hands, and the players got up.

"Boss, the rain is heavy..." Someone complained to Dun En.

Dunn shrugged: "It's useless for you to complain to me. I'm not a god. But you should be thankful when you say it."

Hearing him say this, everyone around him was surprised. Why would you feel lucky when it rains so heavily? What are you grateful for? What's more fortunate in this bad weather?

Seeing the surprised eyes of the surrounding players, Dunn smiled triumphantly: "When you are playing on the court and things fall from the top of your head and make you rush to the cold, you know that it is dark clouds and rain, not a group of people who have eaten their stomachs. bird."

Everyone reacted and laughed, and the depression caused by the bad weather also disappeared.

"Okay, to be honest, rain is good for us. Barcelona's masters are used to the bright sunny beaches and must not like the weather now. Let's go!" He beckoned, and the players smiled and boarded the car.

No matter how worried Dunn was about the heavy rain that followed the history, in front of the players, he still joked relaxedly, so that no one would notice the faint anxiety in his heart.

"It was still sunny yesterday, but it rained heavily today. The weather changes too quickly and suddenly, right?" Ribery raised his head and mumbled as he walked past him.

"The weather in summer is weird." Zimbanda explained seriously behind him.

Hearing the conversation between these two men, Dunn looked up at the sky. Yes, yesterday and the day before yesterday, the weather was very good, and he and Shania were eating ice cream at Victory Square where the sun was so bright that it was a bit toxic. As a result, the temperature dropped a lot today.

Is this God's will?

Pooh! Dunn snorted in his heart. If this is really God’s will...Kou Hu, I must go against the sky today, Kou Ji Kou Ji Kou Ji Kou Ji...

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The heavy rain did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the fans of the two teams. The French Stadium, which can accommodate 80,000 people, is full. It seems that the stadium roof on the edge of the flying saucer is strictly blocking the stands. The fans don't have to sit in the rain to watch the game, which seems to be a reason why attendance is not affected.

The fans of Nottingham Forest are all out, which makes the small city of Nottingham almost empty. Barcelona has a larger population than Nottingham, and there are more fans in Barcelona than Nottingham Forest. In the stands, their red and blue surpassed the dark red of Forest, covering most of the stadium.

But in terms of singing, Barcelona fans are no match for England fans. Regarding the creation of stadium atmosphere, England's fans are well-deserved masters. They don't use stadium broadcasts and other modern methods, but they can use their voices to create frightening singing voices. This is the tradition of English football and a place that English fans are proud of.

The chorus of fans is always the most exciting voice in the world.

At this moment, the inferior number of fans of the Forest team were singing and fighting against the Barcelona fans in the stands.

Since the opponent in this game is the English team, there are bound to be many English fans. So the Paris police have added a lot of police force, and the whole city is highly nervous. No one wants to reproduce the tragic scene of the German football hooligans marking Nivelle as a vegetable during the World Cup. Fortunately, so far, there are no reports or records of forest team alcoholism. The death of Gavin Bernard stopped the fans of the Forest team from turmoil. They became the best-recorded group of English fans, but the price was too high and too heavy...

When the players came out to warm up, Forest fans sang the songs they had compiled for the players. These people even had the ability to choreograph words on the spot, and then sang the tune of the most popular song. In comparison, the methods of Barcelona fans who are not at the Nou Camp are a bit more monotonous.

George Wood is not in the warm-up team. He has left the team and went to find his mother in the stand box.

As the finals, the team attached great importance to it. Dunn did not stay in the locker room, but went to the sidelines with the team, braving the rain to check the situation.

He went up two steps, then frowned.

"The drainage system is not bad, but the site is slippery." Chris Lak next to him gave a conclusion.

Dunn nodded in agreement.

"Go back and let them prepare sneakers with long studs. It doesn't affect us much, it's Barcelona..." He turned his head and looked at his opponent who was warming up in another stadium. Rijkaard also appeared on the sidelines and seemed to be investigating the stadium. He couldn't see clearly the situation of water and turf, but from the way the Dutchman kept his head down, he could know what the opponent's head coach was like at this moment.

Barcelona is a representative of artistic football. They are used to keeping football under their feet. Football is rolling on the ground 90% of the time. Ronaldinho, Messi, Eto'o, Deco, Xavi...These people are all representatives of technical football, and they are more dependent on the field and weather than the Forest team. Precise ball handling, dribbling and passing require suitable court conditions, but slippery and slippery limits and affects their performance.

Therefore, this bad weather seems to be better for Dunn.

The big deal, I play traditional English football with you in Nottingham Forest, let the ball fly around in the air non-stop, and then rely on your body and rude fouls to disrupt Barcelona’s attacking rhythm, drag you into our own most used and most popular Good rhythm.

If this sudden heavy rain is really God’s will, I don’t know who it is to...

Dunn did not stay on the sidelines for a long time. After learning what the situation was like on the court, he turned and returned to the dressing room. Wipe off the rain from the hair and face with a dry towel, hang the wet jacket on the hook, and wait quietly for the players to come back.

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The warm-up soon ended. The players returned to the locker room one after another. The coaches were drying the towels for the players. The dry jerseys were already hung on the hangers in the locker room for them to change.

Compared with when they were in the car, the players nowadays are obviously nervous and talk less. Most people choose to be silent at this time.

Dunn saw all this in his eyes.

"Are you nervous, guys?"

No one answered his words, but everyone paused.

"I'm also nervous," Dun En said, and those who stopped smiled and continued to work on themselves.

"Hurry up and be nervous now, so I forgot this word when it comes to the game." The players changed their clothes and wiped their hair. Dunn said to himself. "It's raining pretty well. The people in Barcelona are more nervous than us in this kind of weather. Has anyone seen Rijkaard's expression just now?"

He laughed hoarsely.

When everyone is done with their work, sit down and face their boss. Tang En then continued:

"Play in the way we are used to." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support authors, support genuine reading!)

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