Godfather Of Champions

The highest level of defensive counterattack is to let the opponent press you for eighty-nine minutes and fifty seconds. During this period, you are embarrassed and dangerous. It seems that you will lose the ball every minute, both in terms of scenes and technical statistics. but……

This "but" is the essence of the defensive counterattack.

But you will not lose the ball, and then in the last ten seconds with a counterattack, a sneak attack succeeds, and the score is fixed at 1:0. you win.

Therefore, defensive counterattacks are always associated with "1:0 doctrine" and "conservatism". They are considered to be the representative of ugly football and are the chief culprit that fans hate and critics disdain.

But Dunn likes it.

Because it can bring victory to itself.

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"Gareth Bale! This is his first goal in the Champions League! It came so easily... He is unmarked, just a light block... He succeeded!"

The little monkey Gareth Bale had dreamed of such a scene countless times before he scored a goal: In an important game such as the Champions Cup, what would it be like to score a goal by himself? He has also designed celebrations after scoring a goal. There are so many of them that he can hardly remember.

But when the goal really came, he forgot the preparations he had prepared before, just knelt on the ground with open arms and looked up at the sky. Brilliant floodlights were cast from the night sky, and countless white apertures focused on him alone. The surroundings were dark, only the constant noise and applause... At that moment he was the protagonist on this stage.

A figure appeared in Bell's vision looking up at the night sky. It was his teammate Eastwood. He leaped high in the air and pressed him under him before Bell could react.

"Wow--"

Then more forest team players swarmed in, pressing the two at the bottom. This is their favorite way to celebrate, whether it's suppressing teammates or suppressing coaches...

George Wood didn't join in the fun, he stood outside the crowd, clenched his fist and shook it vigorously.

The bench of the Forest team has become a sea of ​​joy, and everyone is embracing and embracing everyone around them. This score is indeed very exciting, scored two goals in the away game, leading Chelsea in the score, the Forest team situation is very good.

Contrary to the joyous atmosphere on the Forest side, the Chelsea bench and coaches were silent. Mourinho bit his lower lip tightly and stared at the big screen. It is replaying the entire process of the Forest team's goal.

George Wood's sudden intervention disrupted Chelsea's defensive plan. Terry didn't dare to ignore this man who had been active in the game, but he ignored another person...

Gareth Bale!

Mourinho said the name fiercely in his heart. He is really his own disaster star. The first goal of his career was scored against his team. The first goal of the champion was the goal of his own team... Damn it, Dunn must I changed this person on purpose!

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"The young people of Nottingham Forest are growing. The young talents who were brought to the youth team by Tony Dunn from various places and promoted from the youth team to the first team have now become the key force in determining the outcome of the game. George Wood, Gareth Bale, Pique...we can expect more."

There was not much time left in the game, and the commentator began to make concluding remarks. Chelsea on the field counterattacked like crazy, the Forest team played their best at the barrel formation, eleven people shrank within the 30-meter area and blocked Chelsea's long-range shots with the style of blocking the gun's eye.

The people under Nottingham Forest have stood up from their seats, standing side by side on the sidelines, counting down the game.

Dunn was surrounded by Don and Chris Luck, and he glanced at the next door. Mourinho is sitting on the coach's bench. There is no other movement, he can't see his face clearly, and there is no way to know what his expression is at this moment... It must be wonderful, right?

Chris Lak beside him could not wait to raise his arm and made a gesture of celebrating the victory. There are many people around him like him.

Although the Forest team is still in a panic on the scene, these people are not worried. They see a lot of scenes like this...

The referee decisively blew the whistle at the end of the game after Shepchenko missed the football.

At this moment, the cheers of the visiting team fans rang out at the Stamford Overseas Chinese Stadium, but the cheers were soon overwhelmed by the boos of Chelsea fans. The Blues fans would not tolerate their opponents celebrating the victory on their chassis.

If we win, we still want to have another knife? No way!

"Nottingham Forest won the first game. This is a valuable away victory! Although the strength of the two teams is similar, it is normal for who wins and loses, but it is really amazing to see the Forest team win Chelsea away. Surprisingly... Mourinho continued his embarrassing record of'everything Don't win'. In the duel between two individual coaches, Dunn won one game first, but whether he can win to the end depends on the second round. The game at Nottingham City Stadium."

Everyone around him ran up to celebrate, while Dunn turned and walked towards the Chelsea coach.

Shaking hands after the game is a procedure.

Moreover, he wanted to see Mourinho's expression up close.

Mourinho certainly knew that Dunn didn't really want to show his grace when he came over at this time. He knew exactly what the other party wanted to do, so he wouldn't give Dunn this opportunity.

Dunn walked towards Mourinho with a smile, but halfway through, he found that Mourinho had turned to the player's tunnel...

The smile solidified on his face.

He once showed others this expression, but he didn't expect that he would be treated this way by others.

The outstretched hand scratched his head awkwardly, Dunn shrugged and turned back to the court.

"Little monkey, you did a good job!" He laughed loudly at Bell, who ran towards him, and his mood suddenly improved again.

If you don't shake hands, you won't shake hands. If you don't let me see your expression, then you won't let me see.

Bell heard Dun En’s shout, and stopped to smile at Dun En, not knowing what to say.

Dunn noticed that his stomach was big... "What is this?" He pointed to Bell's round stomach and said.

"Hey...Football, boss." Bell carefully took the football out of his clothes. "The goal I scored, I secretly hugged it, I want to collect it. This is my first goal in the Champions League. I just saw the referee looking for...Don't tell them, boss!"

Dunn nodded: "Yes, I will help you keep it secret, hurry up and take it to the locker room to hide it!"

Bell bypassed Dunn and ran towards the hallway, but was surrounded by a large group of reporters halfway, they insisted on interviewing Bell who had scored a goal. Seeing Bell's embarrassed expression, Dunn laughed.

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Although he lost the ball, Makelele still found George Wood, hoping to exchange jerseys with him.

"I've heard something about you. I heard that you never accepted the suggestion of changing your shirt after losing." Makelele stood in front of Wood, speaking in unskilled English.

Wood nodded, not denying the rumor.

Makelele took off his jersey and handed it to Wood: "You won today, not necessarily next time."

Wood also took off his jersey and completed the jersey exchange ceremony with Makelele.

He thought it was over, but when he turned and was about to leave, he was stopped by Makelele again. He said a word in French to Wood, but Wood didn't understand a word.

Perplexed, Wood watched Makelele turn and leave, and Ribery suddenly emerged from the side.

"He said defense is not based on the body." Ribery interpreted to Wood, watching Wood frown, and Ribery patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Well, he must be unwilling to fight him physically. I just said that when I lost to you, George. Come and celebrate the victory with everyone!"

Wood was pulled into the middle of the crowd by Ribery.

Makelele has entered the mixed zone with Wood's No. 13 red jersey on his naked shoulders. Very prominent in the crowd.

"Well, this is that guy's jersey." Faced with the reporter's question, Makelele nodded. "He is very good, but he still lacks experience."

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Dunn did not celebrate the victory on the court like others, but went directly to the press conference site. Now there is no one here. He is sitting on the table and waiting for the reporters in the mixed zone to finish the interview.

Because there was no one, Dunn directly raised his feet on the stage, leaned on the back of the chair, pushed the chair back, and supported his entire weight with only two thin legs. No one, he can relax.

At this moment, there was a noise from the side entrance, and he turned his head to look. Found that Mourinho just pushed in...

Mourinho looked up and saw him, and the two looked at each other like this.

Wow----

The two slender chair legs finally couldn't support Dun En's full weight. They leaned to one side, and threw the unprepared Dun En off the chair. His head hit the sponsor's sign behind him...

Suddenly seeing this funny scene, Mourinho couldn't help laughing.

Dunn grinned in pain, got up from the ground, and saw Mourinho still smiling, he was also a little embarrassed.

"You're in a good mood, Mr. Mourinho." Dunn sneered, and he lifted the chair that had fallen on the ground, only to realize that the legs of the chair had been deformed. You can't see it even if you sit down, and you'll fall over immediately.

After trying to straighten the chair legs to no avail, Dunn stood up and scanned the audience. The reporters’ seats are the same as the coach’s seats, all with blue backrests, and there is no difference in appearance.

Looking at the crooked-legged chair in his hand, Dunn stepped off the stage and casually pulled out an undamaged chair from the press booth and swapped it with his hand.

He carefully placed the rotten chairs in a row of seats, stepped back a few steps, and found no flaws before he walked back to the stage with satisfaction.

Originally, after seeing Dunn here, Mourinho planned to turn around and leave, but now he stands aside watching with interest Dunn doing the above things.

Dunn, who had done all this, found that Mourinho was still there, and he was also a little surprised: "You didn't leave?"

"Why should I leave? Is this your home?" Mourinho simply walked over and sat in his seat.

The two just sat side by side, waiting for the reporters to arrive.

"Didn't you just see me running after? After the game, I was going to shake hands with you, Mr. Mourinho. I left the game without shaking hands after the game, but it was very unmannered." Tang En looked at the empty seat in front and said.

"It's better than giving away the silver medal after the finals." Mourinho said without showing any weakness, looking ahead.

The two are clearly having a conversation, but both deliberately do not look at each other.

"Sorry, I won you at your home court, Mr. Mourinho." Dunn sprinkled salt on Mourinho's wound.

Mourinho didn't even frown, "No need to apologize, Mr. Dunn. It's my turn to defeat you at your home in the next round."

"Don't talk so full, Mr. Mourinho. Otherwise, it will be ugly if it can't be achieved then. You see, I never say that we will be able to make it to the final, even though it is true."

Mourinho snorted, not wanting to talk to the cheeky guy.

When the two people quarreled, reporters came to the press conference from the mixed zone. The two of them stopped talking, but instead focused on which unlucky ghost would sit on the special chair in the middle.

Strangely speaking, many reporters walked past that chair. Some even hesitated and planned to sit down. In the end, no one set foot on the trap. This disappointed Dunn.

The host saw that everyone was almost here and announced the start of the press conference. At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a fat reporter broke in with sweat. Dunn glanced at his press card, which had a striking "SUN" on it.

The Sun's...great.

After seeing this guy breaking in, Mourinho and Dunn simultaneously cast their eyes on the empty seat in the middle.

"Sorry..." The Sun reporter apologized, while the laborious crowd squeezed into the empty seat. Wherever he went, the people who had been seated had to get up again to make way for him, otherwise they wouldn't be able to squeeze in at all-too fat.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, while Dunn sternly pretended to be serious.

Finally, the reporter finally squeezed in, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then sat down.

Mourinho narrowed his eyes, while Dunn blew his whistle.

"Wow--"

The fat man sitting on the floor looked up at everyone innocently, and he became the focus of the audience.

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"Wow ha ha ha ha!"

On the bus back to Nottingham, Dunn told the players about this scene from the press conference. Everyone laughed very happily.

After winning, they have good reasons to relax. The away victory over the old opponent Chelsea made these people believe that the team that reached the finals this season must be them, not what he thought.

"Get a good rest, guys. You don't have time to relax when you get off the bus." Dunn said, standing in front of the bus, looking at the group of people sitting behind. "There are five rounds left in this season. We have no hope for a league championship, but the qualifications for the Champions League next season must be guaranteed. We cannot relax until we ensure this. Then there is the Champions League. Now it is the most critical moment, the away win. Chelsea, it does not mean that we will go to Athens, but our hopes are greater than them. I don’t want to see a forest team that underestimates the pride of the enemy in a week. Remember what I said before? Before the Champions League, all of us are not qualified to relax. The more we get to the end, the more we have to tighten our nerves and fall to the place closest to victory. This tragedy should be our opponent, not us!"

"Yes!!" everyone in the carriage replied loudly.

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At London Heathrow Airport, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure and gray hair is waiting for boarding in the terminal. He is making a call.

"...Yes, I just watched the game. I can't say that, I only played the first round... Just sort out the information of the two teams. No matter who you are looking at, you will win by then. We... the events of Istanbul night will not repeat itself."

Closing the phone, the man began to lean back in the chair and close his eyes to rest.

The semi-final just ended in my mind.

He was originally optimistic about Chelsea at home, but it is strange that now that he closes his eyes and leaves the most impressive impression in his mind is Nottingham Forest.

Defensive counterattack?

That's great, AC Milan has enough experience to deal with a team that can't stand by. Playing defense in front of the Italians? Tony Dunn, if you are lucky enough to reach the final, AC Milan will let you know what a real defense is. (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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