Godfather Of Champions

The headquarters of FIFA is in Zurich, the capital of Switzerland, and the headquarters of UEFA is in the small city of Nyon, Switzerland. Here, today gathered almost all the best football coaches in Europe.

The draw for the quarter-finals of the UEFA Champions League this season will be held here. The media will rush to report and wait for the suspense to be revealed.

The lottery ceremony was held in the afternoon. Starting in the afternoon, a lot of cars came to the door of the hotel where the lottery ceremony was held. The reporters waiting at the entrance of the hotel became busy, and everyone they were waiting for appeared one by one.

It was as if these coaches had discussed in advance. Those who came early were the head coaches of non-rich teams, and none of the real big-name giants appeared.

Then at the last moment, this group of talents was long overdue.

The first person to appear in front of the media was Manchester United coach Ferguson, who gave a brief interview after getting out of the car. His arrival has re-excited the reporters who are waiting hard-everyone still likes to see the giant coach appear here.

While Ferguson was being interviewed, a white Audi stopped at the door of the hotel behind him, and the person who walked down from it was the old enemy-Arthur Wenger.

Wenger didn't seem to see Ferguson, and walked straight past him. The reporters saw the Arsenal coach appearing here, and immediately diverted half of the people and ran to bet on Wenger. Wenger strode away from Ferguson. After some distance, he stopped for an interview.

Tang Jing, who came to interview the lottery ceremony, saw this scene, her eyes lighted up. Thanks to the developed media, the grievances of these coaches in the Premier League are often more interesting than the gossip of the stars. In other countries’ leagues, coaches may not have this kind of exposure. It is impossible to imagine Wenger and Ferguson for more than ten years. Enmity and resentment".

From Ferguson and Wenger, big-name coaches have appeared.

Bayern coach Heathfield, Inter Milan coach Mancini, Real Madrid coach Capello...

Everyone's appearance will cause a turmoil and commotion among the reporters.

Dunn and Tang were sitting in the dark red car provided by UEFA, chatting casually. He noticed that the speed of the car had slowed down, so he looked out. Soon he retracted back and smiled at Tang and said, "I think he is almost at his destination."

"It's very lively," Tang said casually, looking at the cars parked along the road.

"It's really lively." Dunn smiled. A large group of people with this kind of grudges get together, and it's **** if it's not busy.

When Dun En and Tang could see the reporters around the door clearly, the car stopped. The driver turned around from the front door and said, "Here, two gentlemen."

"Thank you." Tang thanked the driver, and then opened the door to get out of the car, but was stopped by Tang En.

"Wait a moment." He pointed out to Tang who was puzzled.

Through the car window, Don saw that the person walking down in the car parked in front of them was the Chelsea coach Mourinho.

Oh-Tang suddenly realized.

Mourinho seemed very popular. From the moment he got out of the car, the flashing lights outside never stopped. The reporters swarmed up, and countless microphones stretched out to him. He stood in the crowd with a smile, looking personable. Some English media said that Mourinho is the most handsome coach, but it does not seem to be completely flattering.

For Mourinho's questions are not over yet, Dunn is not in a hurry to get out of the car, just sitting in the car and looking at Mourinho outside.

The driver felt strange that the two of them hadn't gotten out of the car. He looked back many times, hoping to remind them of this action. But Dunn turned a blind eye to this. Tang knew what the driver meant, but if Dun En couldn't go down, he had to pretend not to see it.

It took about two minutes before the reporters became interested in the dark red Mercedes, which stopped at the door but did not move. The glass windows of the car are specially treated so that nothing can be seen from the outside, but it is very clear from the inside.

Someone left Mourinho and turned his attention here. And the other car parked behind this car honked its horn impatiently, and almost everyone's attention turned around. Even Mourinho, who was answering questions during an interview, was because of that sound. The whistle turned his head.

Dunn, who was sitting in the car, took out his sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put on them, and then smiled slyly at Tang: "It's time for us to go on stage, Tang."

After speaking, he opened the door first and leaned out.

Tang reluctantly followed behind him. He knew Dun En's mind, if he changed himself, he would definitely not be able to do such things to steal the limelight.

As soon as Dunn showed up, everyone was not surprised by the weird performance of the car just now.

I'm afraid that the first thought in everyone's mind is this-it turned out to be this guy!

Wearing sunglasses, Dunn smiled brightly and waved to the media: "Oh, good afternoon everyone."

The reporters raised their heads to look up at the sky-there was not a trace of sunlight in the cloudy sky...

Taking advantage of the stupid efforts of these reporters, Tang Jing squeezed in front of Dun En. "We met again, Mr. Tang En." She greeted her in Chinese, and Tang En replied in Chinese.

"I didn't expect to see you everywhere, Miss Tang."

The Chinese conversation between the two made the surrounding reporters confused. Tang Jing quickly switched back to English and asked her own question: "Are there any expectations for this draw, Mr. Tang En?"

This question was what other reporters wanted to ask. When someone had already asked it, many microphones, voice recorders, and cell phones were stuffed in front of Dunn's mouth.

Dunn coughed and was about to answer...

By the way, as soon as Dunn got off the car, the Mercedes Benz could not wait to drive to the parking lot. Then the car that was originally behind them drove over and stopped behind Dun En. The door was opened, and a man in a dark suit with countless braids on his head stepped out.

Someone among the reporters immediately laughed, not at this person's hairstyle, because they had seen enough. Instead, laugh at this coincidence.

Mourinho was still being interviewed by several Portuguese reporters. Because of the appearance of Tony Dunn, most of the other reporters flocked to Dunn, ready to hear what he had to say. Then just when Dunn was about to open his mouth to speak, Rijkaard emerged from behind him again.

These three enemies...

Dunn was divided because of Rijkaard’s appearance, but he quickly refocused his attention on the reporter’s question, only this time he said a little louder: "What are your expectations for the draw? Ah, I really want to meet an'old friend'." As he said, he turned his head to look at Rijkaard who was walking up the steps, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile. "Hello, Mr. Rijkaard."

Rijkaard had planned to ignore Dunn and walked straight over, but now people took the initiative to stretch out his hand in front of his eyes. If there is nothing to express, it would not be great... He had to smile and I gently shook Dunn's hand. Shake, then let go.

"Hello, Mr. Dunn."

Rijkaard wanted to leave after speaking, but was stopped by Dunn again: "Mr. Rijkaard, what do you expect from this draw?" He exercised his rights as a reporter on his behalf.

Rijkaard didn't expect Dunn to ask such a question. He froze for a moment, and then replied: "There is nothing to expect, what the result is. We play our own football, and it doesn't matter who our opponent is."

"Good point. Mr. Rijkaard. I think so too. It doesn't matter who the opponent is." After speaking, Dunn walked away from reporters and walked straight in with a playful smile, without answering any questions.

When passing by Mourinho, the Portuguese who had already finished the interview seemed to be waiting there intentionally. He whispered: "You are quite confident. Are you not afraid of what UEFA secretly uses? Last season you were It embarrassed UEFA...think about us Chelsea, eh?"

Dunn turned to look at the gray-haired Mourinho, and laughed: "I suddenly want UEFA to do that."

In the laughter, Dunn left.

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Dunn left unrestrainedly, but Tang was kept by the reporters.

Tang Jing was the one who pulled Tang down. She insisted that the Chinese teaching assistant accept her interview and talk about her thoughts on coming to participate in the UEFA Champions League draw.

After half a season, the media have also accepted this Chinese assistant coach who often "doubles in and out" with Dunn. So, seeing him being pulled by Tang Jing to answer questions, other media also rushed over. Tang wanted to ask Dun En to take him away, but Dun En seemed to have completely forgotten that there was another person beside him, so he went straight in.

"Don't look, Coach Tang." Tang Jing smiled triumphantly. It was his cleverness that kept this person. "Should you answer my question?" She felt that compared to that man, the taciturn Tang in front of her was more pleasing to herself, because she didn't worry about being able to pry open this mouth. In the face of Dun En, what she needs to consider is how to distinguish the true and false geometry of every word that the person said.

"After the Champions League final last season, Coach Dunn once embarrassed UEFA on the spot." Tang Jing repeated in English. Now the reporters around can understand what the problem is. "As the team's assistant coach, are you worried about what UEFA has in this draw ceremony... eh?"

Tang knew that he couldn't escape today. He reluctantly said, "I don't know. But we got a lottery in the group stage."

"But now we have to draw lots again." Tang Jing reminded him that the past is just the past, and nothing can be explained.

"So I don't know, I don't know anything that didn't happen."

Tang Jing curled her lips. This answer suddenly gave her the illusion that the person standing in front of her was Tony Dunn.

"Then can you make a bold prediction? Or who do you want the Forest to meet in the eighth-finals?" She had to ask in a different way.

"It's okay with anyone." Tang, who was forced to face all of this on behalf of Tang En, chose the "passive resistance" tactic, and faced these questions with the most nutritious answers.

"Coach Tang... don't you have any team you particularly want to meet or avoid?"

"No." Tang's answer was concise and clear, but Tang Jing was about to make smoke.

"Is this the same set that Tang En taught you to use against the media?" She suddenly frowned and asked in Chinese. The reporters around were confused again.

Tang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"That's what you learned from Tang En? Why don't you learn, don't you learn from him?! My god... One Dunn is enough, I don't want to have another... Please, Mr. Tang. You do this, I can't write a manuscript... I can't always say that my interviewee doesn't know if I ask three questions?"

Seeing Tang Jing's expression begging for mercy, Tang hesitated for a while, and then said: "I really don't have any personal thoughts. For which team we draw, we will take out the information of the team we have prepared-we prepare in advance. That’s why I said that...I’m not trying to prevaricate you, Miss Tang, but it’s true.”

Although Tang said sincerely, it did not satisfy Tang Jing. Such an answer cannot satisfy the reader's curiosity at all. She frowned and looked at Tang pitifully.

Tang was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "Well... Tony didn't tell me anything, but I think... I guess, I think he would really like to meet the team he has played against."

This answer was what Tang Jing wanted. She immediately became energetic, the expression on her face changed, and she asked: "Why do you say that? Is it because you are familiar enough, do you know the bottom line?"

Tang shook his head: "No. He wants to continue to defeat the ones who have won. He wants to... revenge."

Hearing these last words, Tang Jing suddenly realized. She smiled sweetly at Tang: "Thank you, Mr. Tang. This is my exclusive."

In the conversation just now, they had been communicating in their native language, Chinese, and a group of foreigners next to them could not understand it.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone." Tang Jing turned her back to those foreign colleagues and blinked at Tang.

Tang nodded obediently, then looked at Tang Jing: "Can I go now, Miss Tang?"

Hearing this, Tang Jing snorted and laughed: "I didn't imprison you, why do you ask me that?"

"Uh..." Tang felt that it was not appropriate for him to say that just now. "I'm leaving."

Some embarrassed Tang struggled to squeeze out the crowd and chase Tang En.

The reporters raised all kinds of questions to Tang, but Tang kept his head down without saying a word-he was best at doing this.

Tang Jing looked at this somewhat rickety figure behind her back, and suddenly thought of a text she learned in middle school-"The Man in a Set".

Now some domestic media say that Tang is a grassroots hero and a genius coach who has gone abroad from non-football circles. But does anyone know the past events behind it?

She once went to learn about Tang's previous experience, and everyone around them said that this is not an easy person to get along with. He is withdrawn and unpleasant. In middle school, boys all played football, but because he didn't play well and had no friends, he was squeezed out so that he could only watch others play on the sidelines.

Tang Jing didn't know the specific situation at the time, but she could think about it and imagine that Tang would also look like this at that time? Enclose yourself in a black cover, and use silence to deal with the whole world.

There was a special feeling suddenly in her heart.

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When Tang opened the door and entered the hall of the lottery ceremony, there were not many people inside, and he could easily find Dunn who was talking with others. He walked up quickly, and then stood behind Dun En silently.

The person who was talking with Dunn was Arsenal coach Wenger. He saw Tang who appeared behind Dunn. It seemed that there was something wrong to say in front of others, and Dunn didn't seem to know someone behind him. So he was very clever to find an excuse to end the conversation, and then left.

"Tony..." Tang said when he saw Wenger leave.

"How do you feel?" Dunn asked without looking back.

"What?" Tang didn't understand what Dunn was asking.

"That female reporter, what did she ask?"

"Threw me the question I was going to ask you." Tang was a little dissatisfied.

Dunn smiled and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I'm using you as a shield."

Tang didn't take the topic, he asked instead, "I also want to know what you think, Tony. What kind of draw result do you want?"

"Of course it's the opponent... the weaker the better." Dun En smiled.

"I think it is difficult for UEFA to do what you want."

Dunn turned his head and looked at the lottery table. The staff was still busy, but it had entered the final stage. At that time, the big players of UEFA will draw round **** from the transparent glass box, and then open them in public to show the results of the draw to show "fairness and openness."

The background of the stage is a huge TV screen, which is repeatedly showing some highlights from the Champions League group match. UEFA and the eight five-star emblems symbolizing the Champions League appeared around the table.

"Tang. The result of the draw is beyond our control. What do we think about so much "what will happen" at this time? Whoever gets the draw. Are you still worried that we will be eliminated early if we draw a strong team?"

"I'm not worried."

"That's not enough? No matter who is drawn, we are not afraid. Gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kill the Buddha. European football thinks about playing our words... I will be with you!"

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An hour later, Nottingham, England.

Eastwood was calling his teammates one by one: "Hey, guys, watch TV! Watch TV! The draw is now! What? I'm watching... Well, I won't say anything, watch TV!"

He dropped the phone, pinched his hands together, pressed his chin, and looked at the TV screen with bated breath.

The players of the Forest team stayed at home and watched the draw on live TV. Like them, there are countless Nottingham Forest fans.

Kenny Burns’s bar was overcrowded, with all of them holding beer glasses, looking up and watching TV, looking forward to the results of the draw.

Nottingham Forest has been drawn out, but their opponent has not yet been determined.

The TV broadcast gave Dun En a close-up. He was staring at the stage intensively, but there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

The taxi driver Randy James now only hopes that the signal light at this intersection in front of him is broken and he stays at the red light. The announcer's voice was heard from the radio in the car, and the latest live draw was being broadcast to the audience.

"...Real Madrid's opponent is Bayern Munich. This is the fourth time that the old enemies of European football have faced each other in the past seven years. It is eye-catching. Inter Milan will face Valencia, which is also their first time in six years. Four encounters..."

Randy stared forward, but his eyes were not focused, his fingers tapped on the steering wheel lightly, and there was a car horn behind him, and he didn't notice it.

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Almost half of the match has been drawn, and the remaining suspense has become less and less. Dunn looked at Tang who was sitting next to him, and found that he was not nervous at all, looking at the people on the stage also intently. So he smiled and turned his attention to the lottery ceremony again.

"The next thing to be drawn is... Nottingham Forest's opponent in the quarter-finals." The host announced. Then UEFA's No. 2 player Platini walked to the glass box and slowly stretched his hand to the few **** left in the box.

At this moment, half of Nottingham's people held their breath.

Randy James's finger stopped knocking, but hung in the air. A traffic policeman outside the car was knocking on his car window, but he was petrified as if he was enchanted, and he turned a deaf ear to everything outside.

Eastwood was sitting on the sofa, leaning forward, ready to stand up at any time, he was muttering words.

Kenny Burns stopped the work of wiping the glass in his hand and looked up at the TV with everyone. In the overcrowded bar, there was only the sound from the TV and nothing else.

Platini fumbled in the box for a while, grabbed a ball, took it out, then lowered his head to open it. Then take out a folded piece of paper, unfold it, and take a look. At this time, the TV broadcast gave Platini a close-up. The Frenchman was expressionless. You can't predict the answer in advance from this shot.

Then... he suddenly laughed, turned the note over, faced the head coaches, the camera, and the audience in front of the TV.

He pronounced the name on this note clearly:

"Barcelona."

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"Barcelona."

Randy slapped the horn with a sharp slap.

Eastwood leaped up from the sofa with both fists high, and other Forest team players, coaches... even ordinary training ground workers jumped up like him.

The forest bar, which was still silent just now, suddenly burst into huge cheers.

"Good job, Frenchman!"

"Cheers! Cheers to this **** good sign!"

"Oh-oh-! This is the best result I have ever seen!"

On the TV screen, Dunn slammed a punch, then stood up from his seat with both fists high, turning around in circles like a winning general. His publicity once again made him the focus of the audience. There was a tumult in the hall, with whistles, applause, laughter, and discussions intertwined. The media all focused their cameras on the man who caused the commotion.

Rijkaard was not far from Dunn's position, only four chairs away. He put down his arm, strode over, and then involuntarily raised Rijkaard's hand and offered to shake hands with him.

"Mr. Rijkaard, we meet again!" His big smile made Rijkaard not know how to respond...

Regardless of the fact that the lottery ceremony is not over, the scene has become a mess, noisy like a country fair. The UEFA officials on the stage held their own thoughts, keeping a polite smile on their faces as much as possible, looking at the focus of everyone's attention in the audience, the central figure of all the commotion.

At the same time, half of Nottingham was roaring wildly.

"Barcelona, ​​we are back again! Are you ready?!" (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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