Godfather Of Champions

"Eto'o—Eto'o! A shot! The goal is in, the goal is in--! It's incredible! They scored two goals in five minutes and evened the score! It was like lightning... Nottingham Forest didn't react at all! "

"The format of the game was reversed in an instant! The advantage of Nottingham Forest disappeared! Tony Dunn's team defended for fifty minutes and did not hold the advantage of a goal... They were too conservative!"

"If it weren't for the Norwegian referee to send someone off, this game shouldn't be like that. Nottingham Forest's performance before the equalization was convincing, they almost could become the winner... What a shame."

Commentators from various countries have expressed their views on this goal. Those who lean towards Barcelona are naturally applauded, those who lean towards Nottingham Forest are applauded for Dunn.

In the VIP box on the upper floor of the French Stadium, when he saw Eto'o score the goal for the overtake, Evan Doggerty ignored the presence of others, slapped him on the thigh and sat next to him. Allen shook his head slightly, and the good situation just slipped away from them...

Of course Sophia knew what was happening on the court, so she turned to look at George Wood who was sitting next to her.

Her son stared at the court with no expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

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"Nottingham Forest requested a substitution. On the 9th, Nicklas Bendtner will replace the cramped Zimbunda... This is the last time coach Tony Dunn has changed. It is still an adjustment on the front line. This situation is really ironic. Everyone said that the Forest team is a symbol of conservative utilitarianism, but in this game, coach Dunn’s two substitutions were to use offensive players to replace defensive players... If no one was sent off, I’m afraid Forest The team will not play much worse than Barcelona."

Nicholas Bendtner strode onto the court, nine minutes before the game entered stoppage time.

Can he become a hero to save the team at the last minute?

The ghost knows...

Barcelona, ​​who overtook the score, began to reclaim the defense, and Nottingham Forest attacked. Dunn’s substitution told his men that at the last moment, stop defending and attack.

Albertini gritted his teeth and insisted that he could no longer run, but he still rushed up and took a long shot. The quality of this long shot was quite high, and it flew out wiping the beam, shocking Valdes in a cold sweat.

"Niklas Bendtner! Header!"

This time, the Danish boy's close-range attack was hugged by Valdes because he was too straight.

Rijkaard couldn't sit still, he walked out of the coaching bench, standing on the sidelines with his hands around his chest, staring nervously at the court.

Those two goals were not so much due to his substitutions and adjustments, as he was lucky. Before the goal, although Barcelona had been playing against the Forest team on the scene, the number of threatening shots had not been as many as the Forest team, and there were not many real opportunities.

Dunn couldn't sit still either. He stood on the sidelines, waving his hand and roaring to let the team press up and press up again.

"Don't **** defend! Get me up!"

Arteta forced a breakthrough with the ball in the middle and fell to the ground after breaking into the penalty area. There was a huge cry from the stands.

"Penalty!" Dunn jumped up below.

But the referee whistled and gave Arteta a yellow card, indicating that he had just dived!

"You **** blind referee!" Tang En didn't care about any punishment, he opened his mouth and cursed off the court. Seeing that the players were going up to the referee for theory, he changed his words below and said: "Don't fight! A waste of time!"

When the game was about to end with the last few minutes left, Barcelona, ​​which represents art and beautiful football, was crushed by the Nottingham Forest, a symbol of utilitarianism, in its restricted area, and was extremely embarrassed.

"This time it's Eastwood...pass...and pass?! Too small, too small to play!"

"Pair came forward with the ball, he passed Ronaldinho! Eto'o Chase him...foul! It looks like the Cameroonian is about to get a yellow card."

"This is Nottingham Forest's frontcourt free kick... Paul Gerrard rushed up! It's crazy..."

"Gerard did not get the ball, the football is still at the feet of the Forest team players, he did not run back to his goal, but continued to stay in the front court... The Forest team is crazy!"

If it were not forbidden by the rules, Dunn would even want to rush to shoot himself.

The Barcelona people saw that Paul Gerrard did not return to the defense, and they all wanted to grab the ball and go straight to the goal. If you scored such a goal in the Champions League final, your name will be remembered forever.

Eto'o grabbed the ball from the forest team player with his aggressive pressure. He raised his head and glanced up. Paul Gerrard was desperately returning to defense, and he thought of a shot.

At this moment, Albertini shot from the side, a fierce tackle, and he tackled with the ball!

"Albertini! Foul in time!"

"This foul deserves a red card!"

At the end of the game, the commentators from two different places were also very clear. The English commentator supported the Forest, while the commentators from Catalonia and Spain were on Barcelona's side.

Maybe it was because at the end of the game, the referee finally stopped killing, and only showed a yellow card to Albertini, which made the Barcelona players a little dissatisfied. They surrounded the referee to discuss the explanation, in fact they wanted to borrow This opportunity to delay the game time.

Albertini got up and made a watch gesture to the referee, reminding him of Barcelona's tricks.

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The final moments of the game were very chaotic. While trying to delay the game, one side went all out to equalize the score. Both teams are grumpy, and a conflict is almost certain. Almost every foul will lead to a confrontation between the players of both sides.

Dunn looked at this out-of-control scene off the court, helpless.

He can already predict the result.

History returns to the right path at the most critical moment, no matter what method is used, it will end in that way. It's like people never care about the process, only what the result is. No matter how much the forest team’s "BUG" changes, as long as the result has not changed, then people think that history has not changed.

Dunn looked up at the sky, the strong lighting filled the entire stadium space, and he couldn't see anything. The night sky was white. He just looked up and watched until he heard three whistles from the stadium and cheers that followed...

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"The game is over! Barcelona became the new European champions! Congratulations! They defeated Nottingham Forest... It was a tough fight! But anyway, they are the winners and the kings of Europe!"

"Congratulations Barcelona! Today this Barcelona looks like an invincible fleet!"

"European champions-Barcelona! They proved that the predictions that were optimistic about them before the game were correct. They were outstanding and deserved to win!"

Cheers resounded across the night sky of Paris.

Dunn retracted his gaze, got up and stood up from his seat. By his side, the bench and coaches were silent, and the people in Nottingham Forest seemed to be unable to accept this defeat.

They had a good season for a season, gods blocked and killed gods, Buddha blocked and killed Buddha, how powerful opponents also bowed their heads, and now they are finally defeated...

No, lost?

At least Dunn didn't admit it.

"Don't be silent, follow me up to comfort the players." Dunn said to Chris Lak, who was covering his face next to him.

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Young Arteta squatted on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands before letting herself fall. There were obvious tears on his face, and he had just cried.

Before Dunn and Chris Luck walked onto the court, Albertini was already doing what they had to do.

As the captain of the team, as a veteran who is accustomed to the big waves, defeat and victory have occupied the same proportion in his career. He has long known how to face such a defeat.

Now he is comforting his teammates on the field one by one. Comforting Arteta, to comfort Leighton Barnes, Paul Gerrard, Nicklas Bendtner... one by one to comfort the past, Dunn and Chris Lak who came up seemed a bit redundant.

Dunn wanted to say something, but looking at the players lying on the ground, he opened his mouth and still didn't say anything.

He could only walk up, pat their shoulders one by one, and touch their heads.

It's useless to say more at this time. Words of comfort, words of encouragement, leave them until they calm down.

After simply comforting everyone, Dunn turned and walked towards the corridor where reporters gathered.

"Mr. Tang En, please accept the interview!" There, he was stopped by countless reporters.

"There is nothing to say. We won Barcelona and lost to the referee. It's that simple." Dunn was a little impatient and wanted to leave, but was stopped again.

"As for the referee, with all due respect, Mr. Dunn. Van der Sade's foul should indeed be a red card. According to the rules..."

"Yes, according to the rules, it is indeed a red card." Dunn nodded. "But if all the penalties are so rigid, why do we have to let people be the referee? Why don't we **** find a robot, or put hundreds of cameras outside the stadium, and watch the slow motion replay Come to enforce a game? I don't want to criticize the level of this referee, but unfortunately, the referee who enforces the UEFA Champions League final has no idea what the'art of law enforcement' is!"

"We lost one person in the first 18 minutes of the game. In this case, we are still ahead of Barcelona by 76 minutes. I am proud and satisfied with the performance of my team. Barcelona is strong? Maybe, that's just right. This is the case for other people. For me, they are far inferior to my team. With so many world-class stars, a team that can barely win at the last minute, I don’t think it is too strong. I The Champions League is awarded to Nottingham Forest, no matter what you think, we are the champions."

Facing countless microphones, voice recorders, cell phones... Dunn raised his arms and said, "This is the third championship trophy in the history of Nottingham Forest Club, thank you!"

After speaking, he ignored the yelling and detention of the reporters, turned and left the mixed area.

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In the box, Evan Daggerty is shaking hands with FC Barcelona President Laporta, whose face is particularly bright, shaking Evan's hand vigorously.

And Evan Daugherty can barely squeeze a smile and try to be polite and demeanor in front of his opponent. He dealt with the safety of his opponent, but his eyes turned to Sophia, who was standing alone at the door of the box. Her son George Wood had left this box full of false feelings and flattery.

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Dunn saw Wood at the door of the locker room.

"Why don't you stay with your mother?"

"I want to come down and have a look."

"This game... what do you think?"

"Almost luck."

Dunn laughed out of his nose: "Luck? Maybe..." He pointed behind him, "They are still crying on the court, you go."

Wood nodded and walked past Dunn.

Dunn pushed open the locker room door, and he saw Van der Sar sitting inside alone. Because he was sent off by a red card, he couldn't even go to the bench, so he could only sit in the locker room and watch the game on TV.

Seeing that Dunn came in, Van der Sar stood up from his seat: "I'm sorry..."

Dunn waved his hand to interrupt his apology.

"There is nothing to apologize for. You did a great job. We might not even make it to the final without you. Go out and stay with the team. Don't sit here alone."

Van der Sar walked out obediently, leaving only Dunn in the locker room. He sat down, leaned against the wall, unburdened him, and let out a breath.

Although I took the opportunity of an interview in the mixed zone to vent, the feeling of disappointment has not been alleviated.

In front of people, he needs to play a variety of roles, always wearing a mask of one kind or another. Now that there is no one else in the locker room except him, he can finally show a little frustrated expression.

He rubbed his hair, and the combed haircut before the game became a bird's nest.

It stands to reason that as a head coach halfway through, as the first time leading a team to participate in the Champions League, being able to reach the finals is already a great success. I am afraid it is more joy to put it on anyone. Second in the league and runner-up in the Champions League, it is a very good result for a team like Nottingham Forest.

But Dunn just felt unwilling. Because Chelsea is too strong for the league champion, the points difference between the two sides is too much, he has no chance. He pinned all his hopes on the Champions League. The Forest team went all the way to the final, only one step away from success...no, only half a step away! Half a step... For a while, he felt that his hand had already grasped the handle of the Champions League, and he could take the Big Ear Cup home in just over ten minutes...

If you want to fail, wouldn't it be better to let him be eliminated in the Champions League group stage? Why do you fool him like this?

You **** god... God of a bitch...

Dunn wanted to throw something, but he didn't want the players to wait for a while to find an abnormality in the locker room, so he could only sit on the chair and sulking.

After not knowing how long he heard the locker room door being pushed open.

David Chris Luck appeared in front of him: "Tony? Tony?"

"Well?"

"It's time to go out and receive the award..."

"Accept the award? What kind of award do you receive?" Dun En asked in an unhappy voice.

"Uh...Silver medal..." Chris Luck was startled by Dunn's tone.

"Don't go!"

"Tony..."

"What is there to get? The shame of the loser? The silver medal for shit? There is only one champion. What do you do with the silver medal? Selling money?! Go out and laugh and set off the winners? Make their champions look More glorious? Laughing and selling like a prostitute?! Don’t go! Isn’t Barcelona great? Let them play by themselves!" Dunn roared at Chris Lac in the empty dressing room, his angry voice in Chris Lac Reverberating in the ears.

"Tony, it's not good..." Chris Lak was frightened, and he didn't know what else to do except mechanically persuade.

"Why not? It's great! It's such a big stage, brilliant, and it belongs to a championship team. How great! What excitement are we losers going to join in?"

Dunn sat down and stopped talking, only his heavy breathing in the locker room. Chris Lak stood in front of him, neither was going to go, nor was he persuading...

At this moment, club president Evan Doggerty walked in.

"what happened?"

Chris Lak saw the chairman as if he saw a savior: "Mr. Chairman...Tony, he refuses to receive a medal..."

Evan looked at Dunn who was sulking in the chair, and then said to Chris Lak: "You go out first, he will be out soon."

Chris Lak nodded and turned and left.

After he closed the locker room door, Evan said to Dunn: "Tony, you are not so good. You make it difficult for your assistant..."

"I also know... I just wanted to vent, but he hit the gun." Dun En's tone was not as intense as before. "very sorry……"

"You can come down and tell David yourself. It's not easy to be your assistant. In addition to helping you work, you also need to let your anger out..."

Dunn scratched his head.

"I can understand the anger in your heart, because I am as upset about this **** game as you are. But... don't give anyone a chance to attack you. Don't make too many enemies, Tony... listen to me, go out and accept the award Right. The players are looking at you..."

The last sentence persuaded Dunn. Yes, no matter how upset or angry he is about this game, he can vent his dissatisfaction in this locker room, but he can't let the players who have been fighting for 90 minutes bear the anger. As the head coach, it's really shameful to shut yourself up here and get angry and leave your men alone.

He got up from the chair: "Well, I'll go out. But I don't give UEFA this face, I am..."

Evan patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him: "I know, you are for your team. Let's go."

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The big guys of UEFA finally waited until Dunn came out of the tunnel, and when Dunn came out, it suddenly became the focus of the media. It seems that when he was late, everyone had fully understood his dissatisfaction with this game.

Barcelona's players and coaches are still celebrating the victory. They don't care about the mood of a loser or whether Dunn is late.

Tang En glanced at those people, without the slightest smile on his face.

He is determined not to give UEFA this face.

The players of the Forest team took the stage one by one to accept the silver medal. They were listless, only politely replying when facing the comfort of UEFA officials.

Dunn was the last one to go up. As the youngest coach previously promoted by UEFA, he doesn't appreciate it at all. He went up straight, and shook hands with UEFA President Johansson who was in charge of the licensing as if his father was dead. He didn't lower his head and bend down to let the other party list himself like the others, but directly took it with his hand, grabbed it, turned and walked on.

He had no impression of what Johansson said, and didn't even get into his ears.

Evan Doggerty saw this scene below, and could only shake his head helplessly. What kind of character Dun En is, he knows very well that he is willing to come out to accept the award, which is already considered to be a lot of face.

But things are not over yet. Just when everyone was ready to look forward to the championship coming on stage, the camera followed the character coach together.

Dunn walked down, he saw those Barcelona people who raised their arms and cheered, as well as the four referees on duty standing on the edge of the stage ready to take the stage to accept the award, and then made a move that was unexpected by everyone and was faithful. Recorded in the live TV screen.

He turned to see a little caddie standing on the sidelines, holding a digital camera, a notebook, and a marker. It seems that he should be waiting here, preparing to take photos with his idol players and asking for autographs. It is not surprising that Dunn has seen many such people. He walked straight over, hung the silver medal in his hand around his neck, and then turned and left without hesitation in the surprised eyes of the little caddy.

The TV commentator saw this scene in the screen and didn't know what to say...

The UEFA officials over there just gave him the silver medal, and he gave it away at random. This is too bad for UEFA, right?

After Dunn disappeared in the tunnel, the broadcast image was immediately cut to the awarding officials, and as expected, all of them had awkward smiles on their faces.

No one thought that Tony Dunn would do such a thing in front of so many people, right?

Evan Doggerty covered his face.

Tony, you bastard...

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