Godfather Of Champions

Dunn was awakened by someone, and he hadn't enjoyed this treatment for a long, long time.

In a sweet dream, in the warm blanket, someone suddenly lifted the quilt and yelled in his ear: "Get up!"

He opened his sleepy eyes, and dimly saw that the person standing by the bed was Shania, and his sleepiness disappeared-he was only wearing a pair of underwear when he slept.

"Hello!" He sat up abruptly and pulled the quilt over his body.

Shania smiled happily next to her: "Uncle Tony is in good shape. Would you like me to introduce you to be a model?"

Dunn glared at her fiercely: "Why are you here? I remember you were away last night..."

"I came this morning to make breakfast for you, so be moved!" Shania shook her hand, and Tang En saw her holding a wooden shovel in her hand.

"What do you do?" To be honest, Dunn had never seen Shania go out of the kitchen. He deeply doubted that this girl living in a wealthy house would do housework.

"Don't you know if you taste it?" The curtains were blown open by a gust of wind, and the sun shone in on Shania's face.

Dunn was even more afraid.

He reached for his pants, and mumbled: "Let’s go out to eat together..." He looked up and saw that Shania didn’t mean to leave. He pointed to the pants in his hand, "You plan to watch me wear it all the time. Clothes?"

Shania curled her lips and ran out.

Dunn jumped out of bed, wearing only a pair of underwear, standing by the window, watching the sunny morning outside. I think all this is wonderful.

Shania unexpectedly became her own tenant again inexplicably, living with herself under the same roof. Most of the time, she and herself were the only people in this house...

He smiled wryly and shook his head, and began to dress.

After washing up in the bathroom upstairs, Dunn walked downstairs and saw that two sets of tableware were already placed on the table in the dining room. The plates were filled with bacon and fried eggs, and the cup was filled with juice. There is an apple.

It looks like something.

but!

Just like a mushroom, it looks brighter and more toxic.

Shania was already sitting opposite and looking at herself with a smile.

He really wanted to suggest that we should go out for breakfast and go shopping by the way, don't girls like shopping?

But seeing the smile on Shania's face, he swallowed the words.

Sitting at the dining table, Dunn was still hesitating. Shania had already leaned over to cut him up with peanut butter, put it on peanut butter, then pushed it in front of him, and smiled: "Eat, Uncle Dunn!"

"Uh, Shania...Actually, you can wait for Uncle Tony to make it for you, so you don't have to be so troublesome...Let you make me breakfast..." Dunn was doing his last dying struggle.

"It's not the same. I want to make breakfast for Uncle Tony myself." Shania put her chin on her hands, tilted her head and looked at Dunn.

Dunn sighed, picked up a piece of bacon, and put it into his mouth. Isn't it just a bit unpalatable! Lao Tzu is fighting!

He miscalculated. It wasn't a bit unpalatable, but very unpalatable. It can be clearly seen what kind of family environment Shania has lived in since childhood, she must have never touched these housework.

He really has the urge to spit out these things that were previously called "food". But when he looked up and saw Shania's expectant expression and heard her impatiently asking: "How, how?", he changed his mind again.

Not daring to chew any more, and swallowing these things with difficulty, Dunn returned Shania with a smile: "Not bad!"

Next, he forcibly endured the scum of this breakfast.

This is the first day after the league, the team has a holiday. Dunn was able to sleep well, but he didn't expect to have such a meal. Seeing Shania humming a song and cleaning the tableware from the back, Dunn was really dumb and eating coptis--there was hardship to tell.

After eating breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, there was a knock on the door.

Dunn had planned to open the door by herself, but Shania had already rushed away.

Tang, who was standing outside, looked a little surprised at Shania who opened the door for him.

"Tang, good morning!" Shania who was in a good mood greeted her warmly.

"Ah, ah...good morning, Shania." Tang walked in and saw Tang En standing in the living room smiling bitterly at him.

He understood deeply.

"Yesterday's game video with Wigan Athletic, I have compiled it." He raised the video tape in his hands.

"Put it on the table." In this case, it is obviously impossible to study the game video.

After Tang put down the video tape, he was about to say goodbye. Dunn wanted to keep him, but he was determined: "It suddenly occurred to me that there is still something. I will leave first. Goodbye, Shania."

Shania waved to him: "Goodbye, Tang."

After the door was closed by Tang, there were only two people in the house, Tang En and Shania.

There was a sudden silence, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Dunn picked up the videotape on the table and started playing, thinking about what to say next and what to do better.

"Uh, Shania, where do you want to go?"

"What's so fun about Nottingham?"

"Those castles, where Robin Hood once fought..."

"It doesn't mean anything." Shania curled her lips.

"Uh." Dunn also knew that these things were really meaningless. He and Shania are not people who like to travel around and lament the great rivers and mountains.

"I'm not going anywhere." Shania shook her head, "I'm not here to travel in Nottingham. I came to see Uncle Tony, where else to go?"

Dunn was stunned by what Shania said.

I went to a strange city to visit an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years. The old friend enthusiastically arranged the itinerary of the friend. Today, I will go to such and such scenic spots, tomorrow to such and such scenery, and the day after tomorrow to such and such commercial street... But the visitor shook his head and refused. Said to an old friend: "I am here to see you, not to see those sights."

Thinking of this, Dunn smiled: "Oh, my life is very boring..."

"I don't care." Shania sat down on the sofa. "You can do whatever you want, don't care about me. I'm here, it's fine." After speaking, Shania opened a magazine and read it.

Dunn looked at this little girl, and said nothing.

He knows that such days will be long in the future. Obviously Shania used this as a long-term living base.

Okay, just let her as she likes.

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Let Shania live in her own home, Dunn is somewhat worried. Although there are no reporters ambushing around his home, who can guarantee that when a reporter passes by, he will not see the world's supermodels enter and leave the home of Nottingham Forest coach?

Fortunately, everything has been peaceful these days. Shania also made a lot of preparations, and the media did not find any flaws.

It's just that the look in Tang En's eyes was a little wrong, so Tang En didn't bother to worry about what Tang was thinking-it was not a good thing anyway.

Except for the addition of a pretty guest at home, Dunn’s life and work are all normal, leading the team to train, preparing for the game, and occasionally coping with the media. Of course, he is a little nervous when facing the media now, for fear that those are everywhere. The incapable paparazzi suddenly asked him why Shania appeared in his house.

In fact, Dunn was worried.

Shania is usually very busy at work, and she doesn't spend much time in Nottingham for a week, and she doesn't spend much time in Don's house. Most of the time she needs to work in London, Paris, Milan, Madrid... or even the United States.

If she is not in Nottingham, Dunn can receive text messages from Shania every day. Everywhere she goes, she will take a lot of pictures of her there with her mobile phone and send them to Dunn by MMS.

Thanks to modern advanced technology and communication methods, even if two people are separated by thousands of miles, they can chat as if they are face to face.

Of course, these are minor adjustments in life, but work is more important. Shania is working hard, and Dunn is also working hard.

After an away victory over Barcelona, ​​the Forest team shook hands with Wigan Athletic in the 28th round of the league at 2:2, and on March 3rd they beat Newcastle with an away goal.

The result of one draw and one win is not bad.

Then it was the Champions Cup quarter-finals again, this time it was Nottingham Forest’s home turn, their opponent was Barcelona.

He scored two away goals and beat Barcelona at the Nou Camp. The morale of the Nottingham Forest is booming. Barcelona's trip to England was a lot of luck.

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Before the game, there was a press conference attended by both head coaches. It was very brief. It was just an announcement about the preparations of the two teams for this game. The results of the last game were also speculated by the media, and there was basically no attention Yes, the real good show is after the game.

In an interview, Dunn highly praised Barcelona, ​​believing that they are superb and gorgeous in their playing style. They are the representatives of art football in the world today. He also said that this is the tradition of Barcelona. show respect. Because in the increasingly utilitarian professional football, it is not easy to stick to the art of football. The cost is probably not having a championship for several years...

These words surprised both the media and Rijkaard.

Tony Dunn was kidnapped by aliens? Why did you suddenly change sex?

Rijkaard considered the issue more deeply. He suspected that this was a smoke bomb set by Dunn, deliberately praising the opponent and letting the opponent relax his vigilance. He knows that Dunn is a very cunning person, the more he praises his team so, the more careful he must be.

While Rijkaard was secretly guarding Dunn, Dunn on one side had already praised Barcelona, ​​and then he said to the media: "Look, Barcelona is so great, just like those nobles who have been hereditary for generations. Noble and gorgeous, they talk about art and literature every day. They are well-dressed and have many honors beyond count. Does anyone oppose my analogy?"

No one shook his head, and no one questioned. Dunn's metaphor is indeed a good match. Compared with most "civilian" teams, what can giant Barcelona be if they are not "nobles"?

Dunn was very pleased with everyone's reaction. He turned to look at Rijkaard who was still confused, and smiled: "And our Nottingham Forest... compared with Barcelona, ​​it is much shabby. We are not aristocrats, we are just A bunch of Robin Hoods."

As soon as this was said, the quick-reaction person among the reporters immediately laughed. At the beginning everyone was still speculating why Dunn wanted to compliment Barcelona deliberately. Could it be that he wanted to show weakness deliberately to make the other party lower his vigilance? Now the answer is revealed.

What does Robin Hood do? Talk specifically to the nobles.

Where is Dunn showing weakness? This is clearly a naked provocation and threat.

Rijkaard is not an idiot. He still knows who Robin Hood is. Most of the reporters at the press conference were amused by Dunn’s remarks. Even people who didn’t respond at the beginning followed the explanations. Laugh, this scene makes the Dutch very shameless.

Being so troubled by Dunn, this press conference is nothing to hold. Rijkaard and Dunn broke up unhappily, waiting to report their revenge on the court.

Dunn won't let him get his wish.

Reaching the Champions League final this season is the minimum requirement, and he will not allow Barcelona to be his own stumbling block.

If it is a stumbling block... then kick it away!

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The City Stadium a day later, on this day, the City Stadium ushered in the peak of attendance since the European Championship was rebuilt in 1996. The stadium, which can accommodate up to 30,000 people, is full of seats, and there are countless fans wandering in the square outside for a long time unwilling to count, hoping to wait for a refund.

When Platini drew this opponent, the fans of the Forest team were looking forward to this day. They wanted to give Barcelona the grandest "welcome" at their home court. Let the Barcelona players remember the atmosphere of this game until a few years later.

Fat John stood in the front row of the stands, turning his head and shouting at the **** fans-actually more like howling-and said: "Guys, this is our chance! Two weeks ago, the **** in Barcelona relied on people. Put more pressure on us on their turf, today is the time for revenge! Let them see the tradition of our English fans! Let those people see what the real fans are!"

"Sing up and don't stop!"

"Sell the slogan, don't let the voices of Barcelona overwhelm us!"

The atmosphere of the scene was brought up by the fans in this stand. The bigger the band, the wider the scope, from the stand to the whole stadium, all the people in Nottingham Forest were singing songs and shouting slogans. The game has not yet started, and the Barcelona players have fully felt what is "away".

There was no cheering from my own fans, and I couldn't see my fans at all. Looking around, all red was in sight, like a sea of ​​blood and raging waves, impacting the railings of the stands, seeming to break through the obstacles at any time. Next, turn this green field into a red ocean.

The Camp Nou is a huge stadium that can hold up to 90,000 people. 90,000 people shouted in unison, and the momentum is certainly mighty. But the small city stadium has small advantages. The small space compresses the distance between the players and the fans. Every verbal abuse and singing of them seems to be in their ears, not only impacting the eardrums of these people, but also impacting them. Their heart.

They may need to yell loudly when speaking face to face, otherwise they can't hear them at all. This formation... even at the Bernabeu, home of rival Real Madrid.

It is said that the atmosphere of the English football stadium is fanatical, and it really deserves its reputation...

Well, no, now is not the time to lament this.

Dunn stood on the sidelines, very satisfied with the atmosphere of the home court. It is said that the fan is the twelfth person on the field, but the fan with this kind of performance is well-deserved. He is very grateful to God for giving him such a group of loyal fans, who can push him behind his back at critical moments.

He suddenly felt a sense of being a general, commanding thousands of troops to charge into the battle, breaking the strong enemy, reclaiming the territory, and gathering people with a wave of hands.

-King, kill or not!

-King, kill or not! Kill or not!

-Can't kill! Kill or not! ! Kill or not! ! !

Dunn stretched out his right hand and waved abruptly.

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