Godfather Of Champions

When the three whistles sounded, the golden beer in the bars of Nottingham City was spilled into the air. The cars on the street made deafening horns. They stopped, and the drivers and passengers all looked from the windows. Leaned out and raised his arms and shouted.

"Champion! Champion! We are the champion!"

The celebration in Nottingham and the celebration at the Athens Olympic Stadium became one piece.

The players of the Forest team ran wildly on the court, cheered, and gave incoherent interviews. The media seemed to be flying around the cream cake. They surrounded the forest team players, and cameras, cameras, and microphones came forward.

As the head coach of the team, Dunn, as the biggest contributor to this miracle of winning, is surrounded by the most media.

Dunn ignored them, he ran straight on the court to celebrate with his players, he hugged everyone, his lips pressed tightly and speechless. He was so excited that he didn't care about the media surrounding him, so that he forgot that the first thing after the game was to shake hands with the opposing coach.

When he recovered and remembered this incident, Ancelotti had already left.

"Coach Dunn! Coach Dunn! Can you accept a simple interview?"

"How does it feel to win the championship? Mr. Dunn?"

"It's so **** great! Haha!" Dunn laughed loudly, spitting out a dirty word. At this time he felt that he was the happiest person in the world, and the frequent flashlights made him feel dizzy.

is this real? I became the head coach who won the European Champions Cup?

Am I dreaming? My head coach, who was a monk, will one day become the king of Europe?

Are you sure this is not FM2007? Am I not playing games? What I could only see on the TV screen before, now I have experienced it myself...

Does my team really become European champions? !

He ran back and forth aimlessly on the court. Wherever he went, he was surrounded by a large group of reporters carrying cameras, holding cameras, and holding microphones.

He saw Eastwood kneeling on the ground, crying, and ran over.

"Hey, crying, kid gypsy! You should be happy, we are champions!" he laughed loudly.

"I'm happy, boss!" Eastwood turned to see the boss standing next to him, and also saw a large group of reporters behind him. The cameras and cameras in their hands were facing him... The gipsy quickly wiped away his tears and got up from the ground. "Boss, you are like a big shit, you carry such a large group of flies everywhere!"

"Hey! Freddie, you are now a legendary shooter, and you have to pay attention to the influence in front of the media! The winner is locked in the Champions League final, and it’s a good job!" Dunn said, a bear hug Eastwood. Hugging tightly in his arms.

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Maldini looked at the man in front of him, who was also looking at him.

"Hey, are you going to apologize to me?" he asked.

The other party shook his head and nodded.

"I want to exchange jerseys with you."

Unexpectedly, Demetrio Albertini would make such a request, and Maldini was a little surprised.

"Aren't you going to give me a gift for retirement?" Albertini took off his jersey and handed it to Maldini.

"You snatched the championship, and you asked me for a gift..." Muttering on his mouth, Maldini took off his jersey and handed it to Albertini.

"Have you really decided to retire like this?" Maldini asked after swapping his shirts.

Albertini nodded: "I'm tired and satisfied. I can't think of any reason to continue playing."

Looking at his old friend, Maldini couldn't get angry even if he wanted to be angry.

He has played in AC Milan until he is 38 years old and enjoys all kinds of praise. Demi, who is as loyal to Milan as himself, can only drift away... Then this championship trophy may be the best compensation that Milan owes him to him, right?

Maldini looked up at the podium. He even wondered if Demi is not in the Forest team, the Forest team can still make it to the final and can they win the game?

Unfortunately, there are no ifs and assumptions on the football field.

Albertini turned his head and looked behind him. The members of the Forest team are already gathering together hand in hand. This is to thank the Forest team fans in the stands.

He was going to say goodbye to Maldini: "I have to go... well..."

"Go ahead and call me when you are back in Milan." Maldini waved.

Albertini nodded. "Sorry, Paul..." he whispered, turned and ran away.

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The players of the Forest team were waiting for their captain Albertini, and when he ran over, they rushed to the Forest team fans stand together holding hands.

When they ran to the goal over there, everyone swooped down on the ground.

There were deafening cheers from the stands.

The players stood up and applauded to thank them.

After Dunn had done this, he was surrounded by reporters in the center of the court for an interview. His brain has calmed down and he is convinced that he is not dreaming now, he is indeed a champion coach.

Tang Ze was pulled to a secluded corner by Tang Jing alone for an interview. As the first assistant coach to win the Champions League, Tang has too much to report. Other Chinese media surrounded Sun Jihai. Although the Chinese did not play for a minute, they only sat on the bench for 90 minutes, which was enough for the Chinese media to be excited for several days.

This is the first Champions League won by a Chinese player!

Dunn found the Italian photojournalist who secretly took pictures of his raising hands in the reporter group. This was the culprit. If he hadn't taken the photo secretly, and deliberately released it to the media, how could he commit himself to jumping into the sea if he could not win?

Meet again, Dunn, as a winner, didn't give the other side any more face.

"Yeah, isn't this the Italian photojournalist? Why? Are you here today to surrender to me with your hands up? Oh, it is a pity that if it were in the war, I would just kill a prisoner like you, so as not to waste it. Food. Our army will never accept captives."

The face of the Italian reporter who he said was pale and red, neither was it with his hands or when he lifted it.

After satirizing the Italian photojournalist, Dunn glanced at the crowd in front of him, and he saw many Italian reporters inside. Thinking of the performance of the Italian media before the game, he couldn't restrain his disgust.

"I'm happy to answer your questions. But before that, I also have my conditions-I don't accept any questions from Italian media and Italian journalists. I don't understand your crappy English." He shrugged and spread his hands. .

Originally, the Italian reporters thought that after winning the championship, Dunn would be responsive if he was in a good mood, but he didn't expect this person to hold such a grudge. For a moment, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"You have no right to do this!" an Italian reporter shouted in very pure English.

"I have it!" Dunn glared and roared back. "Now Lao Tzu is the champion! It is you who begged me to be interviewed, not me! I love listening or not! If you don't like to interview me, I would still be happy to go back and rest!"

After speaking, Dunn moved away from the crowd.

"I've never seen a head coach as unmanned as you, Mr. Tony Dunn!" The Italian reporter shouted dissatisfied behind.

Dunn stopped and turned to look at him: "You are right, Mr. Reporter. I just don’t have manners, and I don’t care what you Italians think of me. I don’t mind what you write about me in the newspaper. Solini is no different. You can slam me in the newspapers published tomorrow for refusing to accept your interview. You can also say that I despise the whole of Italy. Would you like to post a picture of me pointing your **** to attract attention? You see, I am so considerate of you. I have provided you with such a great topic of hype. What do you want to interview me for? I can’t vomit ivory from my dog’s mouth. You still don’t comfort the losers and surround yourself What do we do?"

After speaking, Dunn turned and hurried away again, and a group of people hurriedly surrounded.

"Mr. Dunn, Mr. Dunn, we are not Italian reporters!"

"That is, I am from Spain, and I have nothing to do with Italy!"

"I am an English reporter myself..."

As Dunn walked, he casually answered questions from the media. At this time, he fully enjoyed the privilege of being a champion.

The group of Italian reporters who were thrown off felt that what happened just now was incredible. They had never seen such a lacklustre champion...Who is he? What is the structure of his brain? How can he hold a grudge like this? Why is he? Isn't he afraid of the media attacking him? Doesn't he care about his personal image and reputation?

They were right. Dunn really didn't care how the Italian media viewed him and criticized him. He also didn't care about his image and reputation among this group of people. He is only responsible for Nottingham Forest fans, he only needs Nottingham Forest fans to like him and love him. Even the English media is not a bird, which must be deeply felt by the English colleagues of Italian journalists.

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The interview on the field did not last long. All the players of the Forest team went back to the locker room to change the T-shirts specially prepared by the club for this championship. Under the red background, there is a golden number "3" with a row of golden letters on the top and bottom of the number:

"CHAMPION

NOTTINGHAMFOREST"

The champion is Nottingham Forest!

It is estimated that the podium is being set up outside. The team members don’t have to go out in a hurry. They continue to celebrate in the locker room.

The champagne has been opened, and the shirtless players "fired" each other with bottles.

Dunn had just finished the interview and opened the door to enter, and was poured from start to finish by several strands of champagne. Those photojournalists who followed Dun En's **** and planned to take a bit of footage from the team's locker room were also unlucky, and stains of wine appeared on the camera lens.

After seeing that the boss is coming in, everyone burst into laughter.

"Welcome to our champion coach-Tony Dunn!"

Everyone raised the wine bottle in their hands and moved closer to Dun En, seeing that the posture was about to be poured down. Dunn, who was caught off guard, asked Chris Lak next to him for help: "Help me, David!"

Chris Lak stood up very loyally. He wiped the chair, one end above everyone, and raised his hands to signal everyone to calm down first: "Listen to me, listen to me, guys!"

Everyone temporarily put down the bottle in their hands and looked at their assistant coach.

"You have all listened to the coach's teachings more than once, haven't you?" He stood on the chair and pointed to Dunn and said to everyone.

"Right right!" the players nodded and replied.

"It was he who infused you with spirit and conviction!" Chris Lak raised the volume and increased the swing of his arm.

"Yes!" someone replied loudly.

"Let's cheer for him together and say with me: Damn Tony!"

"Damn Tony!" the players shouted.

"We need your **** incitement!"

"We need your **** incitement!!"

"We are a group of mad dogs, a group of drooling, brave mad dogs... we beat our opponents to nothing!"

The players growled like real mad dogs.

"Defense, why do we live!"

The defensive players shouted: "Kill the opponent! Rotate them!"

"Offensive, why do we live!" Chris Lak waved his arm and shouted rhythmically.

"Score! Score! Score!"

"I said, guys! Why do we live and why we die!!" Chris Lak raised his arms and asked loudly, raising his head.

The players whose emotions were completely stirred up stood on the chairs, they waved their fists and screamed from the sky: "Victory! Champion! Victory! Champion!"

Dunn looked at him with a grin. At this moment, he saw Chris Lak suddenly turn his hand and pointed at him and roared: "Now, let us thank the person who brought us the championship!"

After speaking, he took the wine bottle handed by others, unscrewed it, and poured one end on Dun En.

More players poured in and poured the wine in their hands on Dunn.

"A beautiful bar for swigs!"

"Fuck!" Dunn wiped the wine on his face, his eyes could finally see the person in front of him.

After the players teased their head coach, they went to tease each other again.

Dunn pulled Chris Lak, insisting to wipe his face with his suit. "Damn, David. What you said is so exciting! If I have a bottle of wine in hand, I will pour it on your head too!"

"I didn't learn it from you, Tony! Haha!" Chris Lak laughed loudly.

Seeing these naked players scurrying in the locker room, Dunn remembered something. He clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay, okay, guys! Get dressed and go out to receive the prize. , We have made AC Milan wait twice!"

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Yes, the podium has been set up a long time ago, but the protagonist has not come, and the award ceremony cannot be carried out.

The frustrated and lost AC Milan players had to wait amidst the cheers of Forest fans until their opponents appeared at the entrance of the tunnel.

Dunn walked out from there with a group of extremely excited and red-faced players. Seeing the protagonist come on stage, the atmosphere on the scene was higher.

"Tony! Tony! You do what you say!"

"Champion! We are the champion! Nottingham Forest is the champion!"

A huge shout erupted from the stands. In this sound, all the forest team players came to the edge of the podium.

The first is the awards for the runner-up. The forest team players do not care about this procedure. They continued to revel and celebrate on the court.

But Dunn finally found the opportunity at this time to go up and shake Ancelotti's hands.

The two said nothing, they couldn't say anything, silence is the best. Simply touch your hands to separate them.

Then Dunn stood aside, quietly watching the runners-up take the silver medal. He knows that these AC Milan players must be unwilling, just like him last year. At that time, he was angry and directly threw the silver medal he had just received to a little caddy. These people obviously would not do anything as shocking as he did, because the AC Milan players are all good boys, and they are all in line with their chairman Bei Lusconi's aesthetic standard professional player.

What can be done if you are unwilling, now you are losers. Just like us last year. There can only be one champion and one winner in the football world. History is written by victors, just like football.

Gattuso accepted the silver medal with his face black, and when he came down, he tucked the silver medal into his crotch, and only the strap was swayed outside.

Are you in a bad mood?

In fact, this thing is very simple. If you want to make a good mood, defeat us in the coming year!

The last to accept the award was Ancelotti. He took the silver medal and had a few conversations with UEFA President Johansson. It was obvious that he was not in a high mood. Then he walked down holding the silver medal.

Seeing that AC Milan finished receiving the medal, there was singing in the silent stadium just now.

It's the forest players' turn.

The forest team players who were still dancing and singing temporarily quieted down, lined up and appeared under the podium, ready to go up to accept the gold medal.

Everyone went up one by one, took the gold medal from Platini, shook hands, and stood aside, waiting for the last moment to come.

Dunn was the second to last to accept the award, and it was not Johansson who gave him the award, but Pletini. Dunn didn't want to have anything to do with these officials. He wanted to get away with the gold medal. After all, everyone was waiting for the final highlight.

But Platini stopped him: "Tony." He said in English, "You embarrassed us last year."

Hearing this, Dunn naturally knew what Platini was referring to. He chuckled and did not intend to apologize for it.

"However, you surprised us all this year. No one thought that you could make it to the finals, defeat AC Milan, and win the championship, including me. No one of your opponents is weak..."

Dunn asked back: "You arranged it?"

Platini said nothing, just smiled.

Dunn also knew that it was impossible for him to say "Yes, these were all arranged by us". He turned and walked among his players.

Albertini stepped onto the stage. This time, even the AC Milan fans who stayed gave him a warm applause.

The forest teammates waiting on the stage also applauded and whistled at him.

Albertini walked up to Platini, and the Frenchman patted him on the shoulder and said in Italian: "Any compliment for you is too much, Demi. You have done what many people can only think in their hearts. . Congratulations, Demi!" He hung the gold medal in his hand around Albertini's neck.

Then he turned around and picked up the shiny silver European Champions Cup.

"Now, it's yours!"

Albertini took the trophy from Platini. He took a deep breath, lowered the trophy slightly, and then lifted it up.

At this moment, countless red ribbons floated down from the roof of the stadium, while golden ribbons spouted from the back of the podium.

"Boom--" The night sky was lit up by the fireworks blooming together, dyed red.

"Congratulations Nottingham Forest! Congratulations Nottingham Forest! They are the champions of the 2006-07 UEFA Champions League! Well-deserved champions!"

At the same time, the Queen’s classic "We Are the Champions" was sung over the Athens Olympic Stadium.

In the singing of "We are the champion, we are the king of the world", the players rushed forward and lifted Albertini, who was holding the trophy high, on his shoulders.

Dunn raised his head, and under the red fireworks and colorful ribbons, the trophy shining with silver light was extremely beautiful.

This is not a game, this is reality!

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