Godfather Of Champions

While everyone was still enthusiastically discussing the wonderful game last night, the players of Nottingham Forest had already had morning fitness training at Stamford Bridge.

In this training session, Dunn didn't let the team conduct any closed training sessions. Reporters from all walks of life gathered at Stamford Bridge, hoping to see what the forest team was doing with the door closed these days.

The result disappointed them. Of course, Dunn would not engage in any tactical drills in such public situations, except for simple shooting training, which is to let the players run laps.

Of course, they will not completely lose hope. After training, there will be a pre-match press conference attended by the two head coaches at the same time. At the meeting, Dunn and Mourinho will answer questions from reporters. When that time they have any questions they can throw out, let these two rebellious and inaccessible coaches answer.

Different from coming to Chelsea to play in the league before, the faces of the players of the Forest team are more serious. They all know what kind of game it is, for their coach, for the team they play for, and for themselves, what an important game.

George Wood is always the one who trains the most seriously. Even in laps, he runs in the forefront, which attracts everyone's attention. At first, some people thought that he was deliberately showing the limelight, but later found that he was like this no matter what the situation, and he got used to it.

Seeing him running so vigorously, no one asked him to rest. The night is the game, and everyone is confident in Wood's physical fitness.

The reporters who took photos on the sidelines quickly got tired of this boring lap training. They didn't come here to watch a group of people run.

A few bold reporters came up and planned to interview Dun En on the spot. In fact, this is allowed, but since Dunn always feels inaccessible, the reporters are not sure if Dunn will accept their interview this time.

When Dunn noticed that there were some more people beside him, he moved his gaze from the field to his side.

All reporters came, including two old acquaintances-Pierce Bruce and Tang Jing.

Taking a very unfriendly look at these people, Dunn turned his face back again.

"Isn't it fifteen minutes of public time?" he murmured.

"There are still five minutes left." Tang who was next to him knew what he meant and replied with a laugh.

"Hmm..." Dunn touched his chin, "Let the boys run for another five minutes."

When the physical coach led the team to run past the coaching staff, he was about to hand over the team to Dun En, but saw Tang give him a continue gesture. He was a little surprised, but he did.

Someone in the team sighed, and they became victims of the confrontation between the boss and the media. Only George Wood's face was as usual, his head up and the lead.

"What did this kid grow up with..." Ribery looked at Wood's back, frowning. "monster!"

In these five minutes, a reporter finally asked Dun En a question, all about the semi-finals of the evening. For example, how does Forest plan to deal with Chelsea? Will the Forest team insist on defensive counterattack? Who is on the Forest team's starting roster... this kind of thing.

In this regard, Dunn was completely perfunctory.

"The night's game? You don't know when the night comes. Is it necessary to ask now?"

This answer really makes the reporters helpless.

"Mr. Tang En, when it comes to the game, you will naturally know that it is correct. But our readers also need some news to keep them looking forward to the evening game..." The BBC reporter came out to take the lead.

When he said so, the other reporters nodded in agreement.

Dun Enhe is unwilling to smash his face with these media, after all, there are still many places to use them in the future. He glanced at the training ground, the players were still running laps, unplanned physical training...

"Ah, that's it. Actually, there is nothing to talk about. We are'old rivals' with Chelsea. I am familiar with Mr. Mourinho as if I am familiar with my wife...Of course, if I have a wife." He said The remarks amused the reporters present. "Similarly, I believe that Mr. Mourinho will be familiar with me as well as his wife. It can be said that this is a game without any secrets. The two sides competed on real strength, not some other mess. Things... I say that, do you understand?"

The reporters nodded.

"So, you see, our training is the same as usual. Speaking of which I would like to change with Mr. Ferguson... We played Arsenal in the semi-finals last season, and this season we played Chelsea. Domestically, I really don’t feel like playing in the European Champions Cup. I also want to take this opportunity to travel abroad."

There was another burst of laughter. The atmosphere looks good.

Just when the reporters felt that there was a play today that could add more intelligence, Dunn raised his arm and pointed to the watch on his wrist: "I'm sorry, the public interview time is over, friends."

At this time, all the talents wake up like a dream. Dunn was talking nonsense here for a long time, just to waste time...

When the annoying reporters were unwillingly asked by the security guards to leave the stadium, Dunn stopped the team to continue lap training, and then let them sit together to rest, while he stood in the middle and spoke to everyone.

"Five minutes won't squeeze you all out, right?" Dunn pointed to Ribery, who was gasping for breath. "If you pretend to be a substitute, Frank."

Ribery's breath subsided immediately, and someone nearby burst into laughter.

The starting list has been announced, and Ribery is in good shape.

"You don't need to say much, you all know what the night game is... If anyone thinks it's just a normal league match, you can raise your hand now and we still have time to wake you up. Answer me loudly, it's the **** at night What kind of game?"

"Champion cup!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

"Very good! This is the knockout. We have worked hard for a season. Once we lose, we will have nothing! No one will sympathize with us at that time. I believe you have fully realized the cruelty of this world, flowers and applause. , Glory belongs only to the winner, and the loser has nothing! I did not do this to set a foil for others, nor do you play to be a stepping stone for a winner! The football of Nottingham Forest is a football that is victorious, and that cannot Nothing is good! Nothing is good!" Dunn stomped the turf under his feet, as if he could step on the Stamford Bridge. "We have never lost to Chelsea. It is Chelsea who is feeling scared, not us. Let them watch our football at night!"

After the morale-boosting speech, Dunn asked Tang to stand up and explain the specific tactics to the players. Tang, who is more professional in this kind of work, is obviously more suitable than himself.

Tang stood up, took the tactical board, and explained the tactics of the game to each player around him, and their own tasks, including the substitute players. This kind of meticulous work is suitable for people like Tang.

In fact, explaining the tactics is a thankless task, which was done by Chris Lak before Tang. After Tang came, he couldn't wait to give this job to the newcomer Tang.

Because the players have their own ideas, they all want to have such a performance on the court, but the tactics cannot take everyone's preferences into consideration, so there will inevitably be people who are dissatisfied with the tactical arrangements. And this dissatisfaction is basically vented to the coach who came to arrange the tactics for them. If Dunn needs Anelka to defend, when Don goes to Anelka, the French forward will definitely give Tang Bai a look.

Change to a grumpy coach, it is estimated that the chances of the two sides quarreling will be very high. Tang's personality is slightly soft, and he is the most suitable for this kind of thing. He only treats this as his job, no matter how the players treat him, those faces can't catch his eyes and heart.

Of course, the head coach can also do these tasks himself. But Dunn's idea is-since I have hired an assistant coach, it is not for the sake of raising a salary, so that they can do everything for them. Those who can do more...

After Tang spent half an hour telling all the players all the specific tactics and details, the team continued to train. This time, Dunn conducted a tactical drill without the presence of the media. Rehearse all the tactics just set out just now to see how well you master it.

After the training, the players went to the locker room under the guidance of the assistant coach to bathe and change clothes, while Dunn went directly to the press conference site. There were reporters and opponents waiting for him.

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The two rivals met at the door of the press conference, and it seemed that this should be a chance encounter.

"Isn't it scary to engage in closed training, Mr. Dunn?" Mourinho took the lead. "Are there any secrets between us?"

Hearing this, Dunn laughed from his nose: "A team that has never lost to Chelsea will be afraid of Chelsea. Thank you for the joke, Mr. Mourinho, although it is a bit cold."

Not defeating Dunn, it is Mourinho's inverse scale, Dunn hopes to anger his opponent with this. But it is clear that Mourinho is also a master of psychological warfare. He was unmoved and just shrugged: "Is it a joke? You will know it during the game."

"You are right. Since we knew it during the game, what are we talking nonsense here? Let's go out for a drink together." Dunn pointed out and turned to leave.

"I don't think the reporter inside will agree." Mourinho pointed to the door of the press conference.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Dunn turned 360 degrees, then turned back. He made a gesture, "Please, Mr. Mourinho."

Mourinho was not polite, opened the door and walked in. Dunn followed closely behind.

Because of the arrival of the two protagonists, the press conference quickly became quiet. After the two were seated, everyone raised their hands eagerly.

Dunn and Mourinho looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Such enthusiastic media bothered them...

At the press conference at this sensitive time before the game, Dunn always adhered to one principle: Tai Chi. If you can push it away, you can go around it, you can't go straight to the subject if you can pull it away. Anyway, the time is so little, it's all right when it runs out.

He sat down and leisurely watched the host "point soldiers and generals".

Generally speaking, the questions are distributed fairly between the two head coaches. No one will feel left out and no one will feel bored by answering too many questions.

Most of the questions Dunn and Mourinho need to answer are "Will a star player appear in the starting roster for the night", "How is a player's recent state?" "I heard that someone was injured. Will it affect playing at night"... This kind of normal question.

Dunn was not surprised by this, because he knew that the real core part had not yet come. According to convention, the media always ask the news that the regular page needs first, to make sure that the newspaper will not empty a large page tomorrow that looks too ugly. At the end, I asked some very harsh questions that prevented the coaches from coming to the stage.

He was a little absent-minded to deal with the "routine problems" thrown at him, while calculating in his mind how long it would take to "off work". It wasn't until Tang Jing finally stood up after raising her hand for a long time.

"Hello, I am Tang Jing, a reporter from China's Sports Weekly. Three questions." Tang Jing stood up and said in English. "First, Nottingham Forest has not lost to Chelsea since coach Dunn. This is the third time the two sides have played against each other this season. Does Coach Dunn have the confidence to continue this unbeaten record. Second, if he remembers correctly, before this season, Coach Dunn said the goal of the Forest team this season It’s the Champions League champion. I really want to ask Coach Dunn where your confidence came from. Third, there have been rumors that you and Mr. Mourinho are at odds with each other. Do you plan to admit this?"

Suddenly everyone's eyes were on the Chinese female reporter.

I didn't expect Tang Jing to ask these three questions. Dunn looked at her in a little surprised, while Mourinho turned his eyes to Dunn.

"Please answer, Mr. Dunn." Seeing that Dunn hadn't spoken, Tang Jing smiled and reminded him.

"Tsk. First, I don’t think it’s a good thing to lose to Chelsea. It’s a good thing to be able to remain unbeaten with this team. I think your question is nonsense. No coach will answer this. When there is a question, say, "I think we might lose." Second, I tell you my confidence comes from a dream. Believe it or not, Miss Chinese Journalist? One day I woke up and felt someone in my ear. Whispering-you will definitely win the European Cup this season. Believe it or not?"

Some reporters couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Jing turned her head and stared fiercely in the direction of the laughter.

"You ask me where my confidence comes from, and I tell you it comes from my team. Are you satisfied with this answer? We should have become European champions last season. My players have that strength. I am theirs. Head coach, I know this very well. I know it better than anyone in this room."

"As for the third question..." Dunn turned his head and looked at Mourinho, and found that Mourinho was also looking at him, so he immediately turned his face back.

"How is my personal relationship with Mr. Mourinhoka? It has nothing to do with this game. I refuse to answer." He looked at Tang Jing and said word by word.

"Why doesn't it matter? If this game is replaced by another opponent, how much will you have to win? What is your chance of winning?" Tang Jing was unwilling, she continued to ask.

"Your three question quotas have been used up, Miss Tang." Tang En said coldly, not intending to continue entanglement with Tang Jing.

Or Mourinho came out and rounded off the two of them: "I think this lady...wrong the key to the problem. The key is not who our opponent is, but what kind of game this is. For Chelsea, no matter who the opponent is, as long as this is a crucial match, it will never be allowed to fail."

Dunn sat next to him and didn't speak, but he acquiesced to Mourinho in his heart. It is rare for him to find common ground with Mourinho.

Tang Jing glanced at Dunn, who was silent beside her, and accepted Mourinho's answer. She sat down and stopped raising her hand to ask questions.

The third question she was going to use to ask Mourinho again, now she doesn't need it.

The host keenly felt that the atmosphere of the press conference had become abnormal, so he wisely stopped the press conference.

After coming down, Dunn walked specifically to Mourinho: "I really didn’t think we have something in common. I agree with you when you answered that woman. How? It depends on whether we have the same points. Go for a drink together?"

Of course, he didn't really invite Mourinho to drink, he just looked like he was very graceful. At the same time, come to the psychological warfare before the key game.

Mourinho also knows Dunn's mind. If he answers "OK", it will definitely embarrass Dunn. But he wouldn't do this kind of thing, not because he didn't want to embarrass Dunn, but because he didn't want to drink with Dunn at all. Just like no one would like to date someone they hate.

"Although I really want you to pay for the wine, I think if one day we can sit down and drink together... Mr. Dunn, guess when is that?" Mourinho said.

"When?" Dunn asked.

"After you and I both retire." Throwing down these words, Mourinho walked away.

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"After several days of waiting... the game is finally about to begin!" Chris Lak muttered excitedly in the bus.

On his side, through a car window, is the Stamford Bridge stadium that has fallen into a frenetic atmosphere.

The blue of Chelsea fans and the red of Nottingham Forest fans came from all directions and gathered in this stadium. Agitation, then spread, and then accumulate strength, rush to the opponent again, swaying passion...

This is the charm of the world's No. 1 movement. Regardless of the status of these fans in daily life-corporate executives in suits and leather shoes, vulgar talkers, well-mannered professors in higher education institutions, or quiet teenagers... After entering this stadium, they have become The same creature dominated by the most primitive emotions-fans.

For them, there is no reason at all. Only by defeating the opponent can they calm down.

Alcohol is the best catalyst for this emotion. Countless people raise their glasses, shouting their slogans to support the team, desperately wanting to retreat their opponents.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! We are champions! We are destined to be European champions!"

"Let's talk about it after our level, shit!"

"The double crown belongs to the blue Chelsea! Let the red go to hell!"

"We are the strongest team! Nottingham-Forest Forest!"

"It used to be, a hillbilly from Nottingham!"

"You are not even counted as once, poor London nouveau riche!"

"We are **** rich! We are richer than you poor ghosts!"

...

Such verbal provocations and battles are happening in every corner of the stadium. The police are like enemies, desperately maintaining order on the scene.

"I like this kind of noise." Dunn, who got out of the car, looked at the chaotic square around him and nodded in admiration. "Clear swear words, sweat, saliva, and the smell of alcohol... awesome!" He raised his fist to the Nottingham Forest fans waiting here. This action caused a cheer among the Forest team fans. People like them like to see Dunn make a brave maneuver on the opponent's chassis, not to mention how exciting it is!

Of course, if you get the approval of your own people, you will naturally be jealous of your opponents. On the other side, a lot of curses and boos directed at Dunn came from the camp of Chelsea fans.

Nottingham Forest is a very special one among the 20 Premier League teams. Other teams fight on the rival's chassis, and the players always bear the brunt of being booed and abused by opposing fans. With this team alone, the players are fine, and the one who gets scolded the most must be their head coach Tony Dunn.

Even some fans of some teams have compiled a number of curse songs against Dunn...

Hearing the scolding and booing of Chelsea fans, the Nottingham Forest fans immediately took action. They yelled at Dunn. Although they seemed to be speaking to Dunn, the loud voice must be heard clearly by the audience. .

"Hey, Tony! Go and bring us another **** victory!"

"You're not afraid of Mourinho, are you?!"

"Tony, if you can win Chelsea, go back and I will invite you to drink! You can drink as much as you want!"

Dunn led the players between the fans on both sides. The fans of Nottingham Forest constantly wanted to break through the police's obstruction, came up and patted Dunn on the shoulder, pinning their hopes on this man.

On the other side, there are the **** as dense as the forest and the mouths ready to make the sound of "FUCK"...

It's really a double heaven.

Dunn walked between the flames and the ocean with a smile on his face and walked towards the visiting team's locker room.

Even though he looks calm on the outside, in fact his heart has exploded, like a volcanic eruption, waiting for a suitable moment, bursting with fiery red hot lava, boiling the cold sea water into steam.

"The boss is so handsome..." Gareth Bale couldn't help sighing while looking at Dun En's back from behind the team.

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Changing clothes, warming up, returning.

The pre-match preparations are all done, Dunn is now standing in front of the eleven fully armed players, behind him are those substitute players, coaches and team doctors.

"The specific tactics, Coach Tang has already set out for you in detail, and how we want to play was decided in the training session a week ago. The condition is good, there is no problem with physical fitness, and there are no large-scale injuries... We are prepared for this. After a long time, all the preparations are finished." Dunn slapped his hands, "What's the difference? Ninety minutes of the game, and... a victory."

Then he motioned to everyone-the eleven starting players in front of him and the bench players and coaches behind him-to form a circle with him as the center, clasp his shoulders and bow their heads. Standing in the middle, he looked at these people and said to them: "Remember, it doesn't matter how Chelsea lead us in the league, or whether they hope to win the league title now, regardless of their strength. They absolutely Not our final opponent. This is the semi-final, guys. Our goal is not at a small Stamford Bridge, Athens is where we should go. Don’t let me stop until I set foot on the Athens Olympic Stadium! Before I win the European Champions Cup, don’t stop for me! Before I say "OK", don’t stop for me! All opponents who dare to stop us in front of us, whether it is Barcelona, ​​AC Milan, Inter Milan, Real Madrid, or Chelsea... Kill me!" He shook his hand sharply, as if to split the sharp blade in his hand.

"Kill them!"

A wild roar erupted from the visiting team's locker room. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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