Godfather Of Champions

The conflict within the team soon ended. The players struggled to pull the two people apart, and then they were far apart, and the coaches were fully involved. George Wood even shouldered the accusation of being the captain, clinging to Zimbunda who was struggling the most, and then kept yelling behind him. As for what he yelled at, I don’t know, the scene was too noisy for others to hear.

The two people who were pulled apart were still glaring, and no one wanted to stop there. The teammates who pulled them didn't dare to relax, for fear that when they let go, the two would jump up and fight into a ball.

The noise gradually subsided, and for a moment, the training field was exceptionally quiet, with only a few people's gasping. Perhaps it is because such a scene makes everyone feel embarrassed and unexpected, not knowing what to say.

When the forest team was in a good atmosphere before, let alone fighting each other, there were almost no quarrels. It's a joke, this is really angry.

Tony Dunn, who had been watching the play with a cold face, finally stood up.

He appeared in front of everyone, still wearing sunglasses.

Seeing him stand up, the scene was so quiet that I couldn't even hear the heavy breathing. All fools know that the boss must be angry at this time.

Because if Dunn is waving his arms exaggeratedly and swearing bad words in his mouth, it doesn't actually mean that he is really angry, it's mostly because of the need to pretend. When he is really angry, he acts very calmly. He doesn't spit at you blushing, nor does he make all kinds of exaggerated physical movements to entertain the audience, or even...you won't hear him roaring loudly.

At this moment, Dunn stood blankly in front of everyone. Because he was still wearing sunglasses, no one could see his eyes.

Dunn stood in front of the crowd and didn't immediately speak. He looked at Bendtner who was being pulled, and Zimbunda who was hugged by Wood, and then looked at other people who were a little at a loss.

"It looks like you weren't hurt, Nick." Dunn finally spoke, and outsiders couldn't hear the slightest anger in his tone, but this was what made everyone scared-the calm before the storm. "Seeing you rolling on the ground so painful, I thought you had a broken leg. If you were on the field, the hapless person who overturned you would definitely get a red card. But now it seems that I am worrying too much. Yes, you still hit people with anger, and you hit hard."

Bendtner's breath gradually calmed down, and his reason returned to his mind after the impulse, and he also felt that he had done something too much. But in order not to show weakness in front of the enemy, his expression is still fierce.

Then Dunn turned his face to look at Zimbunda: "I said that this kind of confrontation is dying to cultivate your competitiveness, but there is a premise-this is an intra-team confrontation, and your opponent is not a hideous enemy. It’s your teammate. If you can seriously consider this issue before you step down, I would be very grateful, Pascal.”

Zimbanda seemed to have not heard what Dunn was talking about, still glaring at Nicholas Bendtner, who had hit him but got away.

Dunn shook his head to Fleming, the team doctor next to him: "Take Nick away and go for an inspection." Fleming nodded and took Bendtner away.

The Danish boy also wanted to take the opportunity to step down, so he didn't resist, and followed him obediently.

"I noticed some unusual atmosphere in the team recently, and I also know what caused it. So I have been thinking about a question these days." Dunn took off his sunglasses and looked at these people in front of him. "So far we have only lost two games, tied one, and didn't win two rounds. Such small ups and downs are nothing for a mature professional team. There is nothing in this world. There is a team that will never lose. Arsenal are very powerful. They are unbeaten in forty-nine games. But didn't they still lose in the 50th game? So I wonder why we behaved like this in the face of failure. Fragile? It's like a top student who has never failed an exam and cries bitterly after 80 points... It's so embarrassing." He spread his hand.

Dunn did not scold "fuck", nor did he roar and vent his anger like a violent storm. He was reasoning with his players, but this seemed more terrifying.

"Perhaps I should deliberately let the team lose ten games, so that you can learn from it and learn how to face failure? And... the occasional unsatisfactory in life?"

Speaking of this, Dunn paused.

"Think about the season we just returned to the Premier League, and then think about the season when we lost the Champions League final... Is there any more miserable failure in our life? That kind of failure did not break us, one season later We made a comeback and won the Champions League. But why can't we withstand failure after we won the championship? So I have been thinking about what made your mental endurance weaker and what caused this incident today. Happened. I thought about it for several days, and I think my mentality has changed. Winning the championship makes us proud and makes us arrogant. I think pride is a good thing, young people should be proud and arrogant, otherwise wait until they are old and want to be arrogant. It's not arrogant. The key to the problem is-it can't be arrogance because of winning the championship, but by nature. Even if I lose, I am also arrogant. I don't shake hands with those who want to show sympathy." At this point, Dunn smiled, but no one echoed his cold joke.

"Someone outside says Nottingham Forest is a team that can't afford to lose. What does that mean, "Can't afford to lose", guys? It's not that you lose the ball and you get frustrated. It's that you don't want to lose the game. It means to win back! It means to win back what I lost in this game in future games! I like this title, I just can’t afford to lose! Failure will only make me crazier. A mad dog that just bites, instead of turning into a silly pig who has been castrated!" His voice finally rose, and his emotions exploded. "What's the point of having anger on your teammates, fighting in the nest? That's what a talented person does. You are upset, you want to prove your ability, you want to get better treatment, don't make a mistake about your performance. Object. Spread the fire in his heart to his opponents and enemies! Not his own!" Dunn roared, poking his heart.

"So, I don't want to see things like this happen again in the future. People who only dare to fight are unkind. Then, Pascal, you go to the reserve team to calm down for a week. Later, Nick will also report to the reserve team. Yes. I hope you two can learn how to get along with others in the reserve team." Dunn finally announced the punishment decision for this conflict. It is not surprising at all that two people go to the reserve team.

Zimbanda accepted the punishment in silence. In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't accept it, because his personal will is insignificant in Vilford. The only master, king, and true **** here is Tony Dunn. What he said is the management regulations, and all the codes of conduct. If he says that one plus one equals one, then one plus one equals one, and no one is allowed to raise his hand and say, "Boss, you are wrong, it equals two."

"Finally, I don't want to see any words about this matter in the newspaper the next day. There is no media at the scene, so if any media disclose the news, you will know what it means." Dunn He made a threat with a cold face. He is not just a verbal warning. Think of Anelka who was against him, and think of Ashley Young who provoke him by lying...Unless you can leave the Forest team, you just have to play under him for a day. , We must listen to him.

"Today's training..." He looked at the coaches around him, and Chris Lak was shaking his head at him. "This is the end, disband and go home! Go back and think about what I said today, I hope it will help you in your future life."

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On the way home, Tang raised his question to Dun En: "I thought you were going to be angry when you went up..."

"I originally wanted to do this, but I forced myself to calm down first and then make sense to them. Managers are learned, simple and rude is not appropriate, let alone a group of big-name celebrities who consider themselves big names. "Tang En hummed.

"Well, the second question. Are you really thinking about that...problem these days, instead of worrying about continuous invincibility and extensive injuries?"

Tang En glanced at Tang: "You have been with Tang Jing for too long, but you have learned some of her bad ailments. Of course I am thinking about this profound philosophy of life, otherwise you think what I am doing these days ?"

Tang knew that Dunn wouldn't tell the truth honestly, but he didn't delve into it either. Dunn has a weird personality. He might turn his head and forget what he said before. If he gets serious with him, he must be the one who suffers.

After a moment of silence, Dunn broke the silence again: "Come to my house for dinner together tonight. Shania made delicious..."

Tang's expression changed: "No, I still have things..."

Dunn slammed him: "Come on! Shania has been very busy this time. She finally came back and was enthusiastic about cooking for us. Are you kind enough to disappoint her?"

Tang Xin thought that it was clearly made for you. When did there be a "men"? Is it because you don’t want to accept this torment by yourself, that’s why you pulled me back? But he who is not good at rejecting people still nodded: "Well..."

Dunn laughed very happily: "This is a good brother! If you are in trouble, you can share the blessing!"

In fact, you don't need to say the second half... Tang thought again.

In the evening, the two big men, Tang and Tang En, under the gaze of the little fairy Xiannia smiling, finished their dinner without a smile. After eating, Dunn saw Shania’s big smile and couldn’t help but praised: “It’s so delicious, I don’t seem to have enough...”

Before he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. But it is too late to change.

"Great!" Shania slapped her slap. "Since Uncle Tony, you like it so much...I'm not too busy during this time. I have a lot of time to stay in Nottingham. I will cook for you every day!"

At that time, Dunn really had the urge to slap himself. Mouth owe, mouth owe... Finally got retribution.

Tang heard that Shania said this and got up quickly: "I...I still have things, so I will go back first...Thank you for the hospitality of Shania, thank you..." He slipped away after speaking.

Dunn looked at his back, stood up and wanted to chase him out. But when she turned her head and saw that Shania was smiling and looking at herself, she pointed to the dining table: "I'll help you...er, clean up."

"No need." Shania smiled and shook her head, "I'll do it myself. After eating, I will have indigestion."

Dunn thought that no matter whether he was active or not, he would suffer from indigestion after eating this meal. "That's strenuous exercise. There is an old Chinese saying: Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine. Doing more exercise after eating will help digestion.

Shania's eyes widened, obviously not convinced. Don't wait for her to agree, and took the dinner plate from the little girl, took it into the kitchen, put it in the sink, and started washing the dishes.

After Shania wiped the table, she stood next to him and beat him—actually, there was nothing to beat. Dunn was all alone. She stood here just watching.

"There is nothing to be busy, Shania. You can watch TV." Dunn said to the little girl standing behind him while busy.

"What's so good about TV?" Shania smiled and didn't move. "When I was outside, if I was fine at night, I would only have to watch TV in the hotel. I was tired of watching it."

Dunn felt very strange. With a well-known model like Shania, how could she watch TV in a hotel at night? "Is there no entertainment?"

"Yes, and a lot. But I don't like it."

Dunn looked back at her: "Then what do you like?"

"That's good."

The two looked at each other, and Dunn continued to twist back to wash the dishes.

He discovered one thing.

When Tang asked if he was really considering those questions, he lied. In the past few days, he was not actually thinking about those messy life philosophies. He was indeed in a bad mood and restless. But now those negative emotions suddenly disappeared. He felt very good and even wanted to whistle and sing.

Why is this?

Shania stood behind her and hummed a song.

Yes, why is this... (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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