Godfather Of Champions

Des Walker was the last to enter the dressing room. He wanted to make sure that all the players went in in front of him and no one was left outside. But when he walked into the locker room, he was still surprised-Tony Dunn was not here. The atmosphere in the dressing room is chaotic, sighing, complaining to each other, and even people are discussing how to leave this "hell forest" during the winter transfer period. Several consecutive miserable defeats and turbulent economic conditions have distracted the team. No matter how you look at it, there is no way to connect the people inside with professional players. If fans of the Forest team come to the door to see this scene, they will definitely be disappointed. I don't know what it is like to be angry?

Ian Bowyer was sitting in the corner like an outsider. An unnamed fire broke out in Walker's heart. The team's performance is so poor, and there are even very out-of-the-box remarks, but he, a veteran assistant coach, sits idly by. Even if you don't want Dunn to be the acting head coach, you still have to put aside those personal grievances when you work? Is there any benefit to your future if the team loses?

Just when he was about to go up to the showdown with Bowyer, he heard a rush of footsteps in the back corridor, and judging from the sound, there must be more than one person hurrying on the road...

He turned his head back strangely, and then saw the scene that made him open his mouth.

A group of fans with forest team scarfs around their necks and forest team red jerseys are rushing towards the locker room door! Walker didn't count, but he glanced away, and the crowd had blocked the passage outside the locker room too much.

This...what is going on? Who allowed them to come in? The locker room is an absolutely private place. No one can take a half step without permission... Security, how about security? !

He just wanted to open his mouth to stop this group of fans who seemed to be a little excited. He was already squeezed to the side, and then watched a large group of at least ten fans flood into the small locker room...

He was still worried about the atmosphere in the dressing room for fans to see, what he would think in his heart, and now it is realized.

He was separated from the outside, unable to see what was happening inside. But he could hear the locker room of a street pub quieting down just now.

This embarrassing silence was broken by a calm footstep. Walker saw that Dunn was slowly pacing from the direction where the fans had just come. Seeing him, it seemed like he was walking. No longer worrying about what happened in the locker room, he hurried to meet him, pulled Dunn aside, lowered his voice and asked him: "Tony, those fans..."

"Well, I let them come in and visit."

"You?!" Walker's eyes widened.

Dunn was very satisfied with the assistant's reaction, "Well, after I left the stadium, I stopped by the shop in front of me to buy a pack of cigarettes. Then I heard them talking about the first half of the game, saying that I really wanted to pay the group. The **** who didn't work were cheering up, so I let them come."

"Tony! Are you crazy? Do you know what this place is? The dressing room! Mr. Chairman will never go to the forbidden area without saying hello! Your head... Your head is really..." Walker was really angry.

Dunn laughed: "Don't worry, Desi. Watch a good show with me here." He grabbed Walker and didn't let him rush into the locker room. Then the two heard a shocked voice coming from the direction of the locker room.

"Who...who are you? How did you get in?" Old Bowyer's voice was a little frightened in surprise, and his voice trembled.

You can't laugh at Bowyer's psychological quality. Anyone who sees a group of angry fans enter the locker room can't maintain his composure. After a short period of abnormal silence, there was an explosion.

Leading a very fat and tall fan, he tore off the forest team's red scarf around his neck, and then slammed it to the face of forward Jack Lester who had a bad performance in the first half.

"We are working hard to cheer for you in the stands, and you will return us like this!" He roared loudly, shaking the audience. "We pay for tickets, ask you for autographs, worship you, support you... treat you as the heroes of this city. No matter how bad the results are, we don't complain. But look at you now! How do you look like a career? Player? Who said to leave just now? You can get out now! The Forest team doesn't need such rubbish!"

"I tell you, we will watch the second half. We want to see how you **** are humiliated by East Londoners! Anyway, it's not our face that I lost! Pooh!" After a spit, the fat man turned and squeezed out. In the locker room, other fans also tore off the scarves from their necks and threw them on the ground, then turned and walked out.

Seeing a large group of people passing in front of him, Dunn was still interested in greeting them. "Good job, guys."

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him, everyone bowed their heads and hurriedly left the passage without saying a word.

Des Walker also lowered his head. He has just retired from the player position, and sometimes there is no way to separate the two completely different identities of assistant coach and player. Just now the fans angrily accused the players of not doing their best. He felt as if he was also accusing himself of being a coach for not taking responsibility. When he was a player, he had a very good relationship with the fans of the Forest team. Even if an own goal was scored in the FA Cup final and the team lost to Tottenham Hotspur, no fans blamed him. Now he feels that the fans are pointing to the nose and cursing him: "You are not worthy to lead the forest team! You are not worthy to accept our respect!"

When he blamed himself, Dunn slapped him on the back suddenly: "Desi, come with me." To be honest, Walker at this time has lost the ability to think specifically, he just mechanically followed Dunn into the area. The dead locker room. Everything he saw next made him still remember when he was very old.

Dunn strode into the dressing room, stood at the door and scanned the crowd, then stopped his eyes on the scarf on the ground. It seemed that the fans were really angry, and he shrugged in his heart.

Hearing the abrupt cessation of footsteps, everyone raised their heads and looked at the acting head coach who had returned from missing. No one could see the expression on his face because there was nothing there. But they knew that these fans must have been deliberately put in. No one can enter the locker room without the permission of the head coach. What is the coach going to say now?

Many people still remember the last league game, they were two goals behind before halftime. The head coach said something during the intermission, but there was no way for everyone to remember. Because his voice was too small, he couldn't suppress the singing, boos, and humming from outside. Anyway, everyone saw him scratching around on the tactical board, but they had no idea. In this way, they finally lost a 0:3, the same score as today in the first half.

Dunn did not speak. He bowed his head and picked up the team scarf abandoned by the fans, brushed off the ash, and then gave it all to Walker standing behind him. Then he looked up at the players of the team.

"Jack Lester, Marlon Heilwood, Matthew Louis-Jean." He spoke slowly, reporting the names of players who did not perform well in the first half. "Gareth Williams, Eugen · Pope, Andy Reid, Darren Ward. I am asking you a very serious question... Did you go out to prostitutes in a group last night?"

No one expected that their head coach would ask such a question, and looked at him blankly, not knowing what to answer.

"Answer me, yes or no?!" Dun En shouted, raising the volume suddenly, everyone in the dressing room was frightened by him. No one dared to answer aloud.

"I hate the makers of football rules so much for the first time. If it was stipulated that eleven people could be exchanged for an official game, I would replace you all now!" Dunn waved his arms excitedly, and the gloomy one before. Tony Dunn is quite different. "Your performance is shit... Wrong, it's not shit, it's shit! Those fans are the ones I asked them to come, because they said they wanted to cheer you up, work hard in the second half, and have a chance, three behind A ball is not a big deal...but!"

Dunn paused, and then sighed, "But you let them down. What kind of team did they see in enthusiasm? I was wrong again. You can still be called a team "Really? You are one, two, three, four... fourteen shit!" Dunn's left hand is one, and his right is four. "I tell you, if I were not the coach of this team, now I would also like to do this to you..." He put away his left hand, and the four fingers of his right hand retracted three, leaving only one **** standing high. Up. "There are still 27,000 such middle fingers in the stands outside!"

No one of the players thought that coach Tony Dunn opened his mouth to scold him, his words are vicious, clear and emotional, which completely subverted the impression of this person in their hearts. They were dumbfounded by Dun En, and sat in their place one by one, not knowing what to say.

On the way to the locker room, Evan Daggerty was still trying to persuade his father to give up the idea of ​​taking him to meet with the team. "Manager Dunn must be very busy during the precious time of the halftime. The team and him probably don't have time to meet with us. I think it's fine."

"Just meet up and say hello. We'll leave when we're finished. It won't take more than half a minute." Nigel continued to insist on his own opinion. Evan shrugged and shook his head slightly behind his father.

Just when the two reached the fork in the road leading to the dressing room, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the corner, and they were taken aback. Evan hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his father, he was afraid of colliding with this group of people. My old father can't stand the toss.

"What's going on?" Nigel noticed that the group of people passing by him came from the direction of the locker room. He looked there strangely, and said to himself.

After passing this group of people, the two came to the door of the dressing room. Nigel looked back at his son and found that his tie was loose, so he asked him to tie it up: "Evan, remember. The dressing room is a sacred place. We must maintain our image."

Seeing that his son was still obedient, he nodded in satisfaction, then turned around to knock on the door. As soon as he put his hand on the door, he heard Tony Dunn's roar from inside.

"27,000 middle fingers! Like Sherwood Forest!"

After taking a break, I took the opportunity to observe the expressions of the players. Dunn continued: "I know it’s not a day or two for someone in this team to want to leave. For some people, the Forest team is just a large cash machine. No matter what the performance is, the monthly salary is still issued. But I I want to remind you fools that no club will pay for a pile of shit. If you continue to behave like **** on the court, don’t expect anyone to pay for this kind of performance! I will not stop you from leaving, I Nor will it keep those who are not here. But you must understand what your future will be, not with me, but with your own performance! Who do you think you are playing for? Fans? Club chairman? Or I don’t know. When will the acting head coach be dismissed? Idiots, you guys are playing for yourself!!!"

Many people looked at Dun En and their eyes changed. They were surprised, excited, and thinking. Dunn knows that this mental attack has been successful. At this time, you and those who are determined to leave will talk about the honor of the team. It is useless. Just say what they are most concerned about-each person's future. Make sure to point directly at people's hearts, so that those who are still absent-minded must pay attention to what he wants to say.

As for the other people...

Dunn pulled a folded scarf out of Walker's hand, shook it away, and held it in front of everyone.

"What does a scarf with the badge and name of your favorite team mean to the fans? If someone doesn't understand, I can call the group of people back to explain to you. You think they are because of heaven. Is Lengcai around his neck? Dess."

Walker heard Dunn calling him and quickly stood up.

"Look at the scarf in your hand, don't you feel familiar?"

After being reminded by Dun En, he realized that the styles, sizes, patterns, and colors of the scarves in his hand were different, and they were not the same.

"Desi, what year did I have?" Dunn asked without looking back.

Walker looked carefully for a while, and then replied with certainty: "91-92 season."

"Very good." Then Dunn asked Walker one by one, and Walker answered one by one, completely correct. This surprised Ian Bowyer next to him. Even a team veteran player and coach like him could not accurately report the year when this scarf style was launched.

"The last one." Dunn picked up the last narrow scarf. Compared with the other ones, this scarf was extremely old, the color was dim and discolored, and there were signs of fraying on the edges. This time he didn't hear a sound for a long time. He looked back at Walker strangely, only to realize that Walker's eyes staring at the scarf were a little strange.

"Des?"

"I'm sorry...this, this is the 79-80 season, the one that appeared at the Bernabeu when the Forest team defended the European Champions Cup!" Des Walker said emotionally. This scarf reminded him of the glory of the Forest team. Although he is a Londoner, although he joined the team in 1983, the most glorious time for the Forest team, he played for the Forest team for a total of 12 years and played 320 games for the Forest team. , He has long become a complete Forest fan, Nottingham.

Hearing Walker's report on the origin of this tattered scarf, many people in the dressing room took a breath. The European Champions Cup is an honor that many people here can't even think about, but the ball emblem on their chest has been in close contact with the Big Ear Cup twice. Although this club is now down, it used to be twice in a row. The winner of the highest honor of a European club.

Dunn didn't expect that he was so lucky. There were such old antiques in the scarves thrown by the fans. I really don't know which fans who were too excited to throw them. Will he feel very regretful when he calms down? This scarf is no different from a rag in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the hearts of **** forest fans, it is invaluable!

He also couldn't help looking carefully at the scarf in his hand, as if he could see history in this shabby scarf. The cheers above the Bernabéu Stadium were endless, and the sparkling silver trophy was illuminated by the fireworks. That is the dream of many people...

He stabilized his mind. Then look at the players again, the situation is different from just now.

Michael Dawson is an authentic Nottingham Forester, who treasures the past glory of the Forest team. When I saw this scarf, I couldn't help myself with excitement. He stood up suddenly: "Boss, boss..."

"What?" Dunn didn't understand what he was going to do.

"Can, let me touch that scarf?" Dawson stretched out his finger to the scarf in Dun En's hand.

Dunn handed the scarf over, Dawson took it with his solemn hands, then pulled it away and lifted it over his head, as if he was holding the European Champions Cup. The bright white light shot down through the scarf and shone on his eyes, but he did not remove his gaze staring at the scarf. His voice tremblingly muttered to himself: "I came to the city with my dad when I was four. Watching the ball on the stadium, this is how they learned to open their scarves, shouting "Forest!" Forest!" I dreamt that I can play for the Forest team when I grow up, and win for thousands of people like Dad in the stands. game."

The locker room was quiet, everyone looked at the scarf in Dawson's hand, and even the two people outside the door were listening.

"When I was a kid, if I asked my father to tell me stories, he would always tell the story of the Forest team winning two European Champions Cup titles and 42 consecutive undefeated matches, but I will never get tired of hearing them. In the Champions League final, he would imitate the commentator on the radio yelling:'Trevor Francis!' John Robertson!'Forest is the champion, the European champion!'" Dawson sighed. "This scarf is older than me. But when I finally entered the Forest Juniors team when I was ten years old, the Forest Team was demoted..."

Dawson's words seemed to make Des Walker a little emotional. He did not experience the sad moments of the Forest team's relegation, but he experienced the final glory of the Forest team. He still remembers his scenes at the City Stadium. He even remembers that he scored an own goal that led to Coach Clough’s The FA Cup championship dream came to nothing, when he faced the godfather-like coach Brian Clough, crying into tears.

He and Stuart Pierce formed the England national team's defense, which is solid. At that time their team was full of talented players, Franz Carr, Neil Weber, Ian Bowyer, Nigel Clough, John Robertson, Steve Stone, Teddy Sheringham, Roy Keane...they are fearless together, even if Liverpool, which won the European Champions Cup five times, will tremble in front of them.

Also touched was a man with white hair hiding in a corner.

"...I don't know how long the Forest has stayed in the first division. I haven't counted it. Every year before the start of the new season, they say we should not stay in the first division, we should go to the super. But the end of the season we are still in the first division. Level. Many people lost their confidence, they left, because of this and other reasons. I also know that everyone will leave after the end of this season, and then we will wait for a group of new teammates to start another season. Ours The teammates changed batch after batch, the coach changed one, the only thing that didn’t change was that we were still in the first division. I really want to play in the Super League, I think as long as we have a chance, we can also prove that we can play. Super League!" At this point, Dawson's tone increased and his emotions became a little excited. "I can't wait for things like next season or next season. I want to prove that we can also play in the Super League! Isn't West Ham United a Super League team? Playing against them can also be counted as playing in the Super League. Right? Let’s just think so! Defeating them proves that our strength is indeed qualified for the Super League! I urge everyone to help me once and let me play a Super League!"

Looking at the light radiating from the face of this nineteen-year-old child, Dunn suddenly felt how correct he was to let him be the captain. Is there anyone more suitable than him? I don't need to say anything I have to worry about preparing later. This kid is doing much better than his own crappy actor.

He raised his arm, raised his volume and said: "Now I have a way to save the situation in the second half. But I need people who really want to play and want to play to implement this plan. I don't need sleepwalkers who are not awake, and think We have lost cowards. What I need are fighters, fighters who can abandon everything for victory at critical moments! Who of you is willing to be such a person? Stand up!"

Wow, everyone in the locker room stood up at the same time.

Dunn smiled: "Very well, soldiers."

Two people listening outside. Nigel Daggerty lowered his voice and called his son's name: "Evan."

"I'm here, father."

"You're right, this time is really not suitable for us to walk in and say hello to them. Let's go, I will find another time to arrange for you to meet with the group of soldiers." After saying that, he turned and walked back slowly.

Evan looked back at the locker room door and followed his father closely.

At this moment in the locker room, Dunn is seizing the final time to tell the players the tactics of the second half. He has no time for self-humility or polite greetings, and there are only less than five minutes left in the intermission. This was only when Walker reminded him. At this moment, he naturally did not hesitate to lament that his destiny has turned a big turn out of thin air. Four days ago, he was an ordinary Chinese man who was unknown and confused. Four days later, he could change his clothes in a professional team. Seeing such a good show indoors, he also explained tactics to a bunch of professional players.

He quickly drew the lineup of West Ham United on the tactical board, which he observed from the first half of the game.

"The core of the West Ham United team is their captain Joe Cole, who has a number of high-level players, and the team's skills are exquisite and cooperative. This kind of team is a little difficult to play, but it is not invincible. Their ball The team seems to play beautifully, but there are big hidden dangers. We won by 3:0 in the first half, and we are a first-class team, one level lower than them. For West Ham, this time is the most important The game is no longer the third round of our FA Cup. It’s the 23rd round of the Premier League where they played Newcastle at home. I mean, do you understand?" Dunn raised his head and asked, listening to himself. The players of the team are slow to instill too many things in one breath.

The players may still be confused, but the two assistant coaches understand in their hearts.

Although the season is only halfway through, the relegation situation of West Ham is already very serious. The qualification to stay in the Premier League is far more important than a FA Cup. In the case of a three-goal lead, the opponent will definitely have reservations, both in tactics and player performance, and in addition... they will definitely underestimate the enemy. In contrast, what advantage does the Forest team have? Although the team's recent performance is not satisfactory, there is always no worries about relegation. They can devote all their energy to this second half, fully dedicated and absent-minded, the result is much worse...

Sure enough, Dunn's next words confirmed their speculation.

"West Ham will definitely not be able to maintain their concentration and the excellent state of the first half for the next forty-five minutes. We will take advantage of this to kill them by surprise! In addition, West Ham's cooperation is delicate We do not play technically with them. I ask each of you...Attention, everyone, from the forward to the goalkeeper, must faithfully implement my next tactics-put the kick Be rougher and move more aggressively. If Joe Cole gets the ball, he will go up close to grab the ball. The action will be more cruel! I don’t care if you foul, as long as it is not in our own penalty zone, it’s up to you. Two are more perfect! Remember, must be fierce, must be cruel! This is not a football game, this is a war! You can fight for the ball where both sides have half the chance! Don't worry about your injuries, the other side is sure Those who will give up this kind of ball are our chance! If we want to reverse the situation on the court, we must make more use of this kind of physical collision. When the opponent is afraid, it is when we turn defeat into victory!"

"Let me tell you about the relationship between West Ham and us. They are those nobles who live high, feasting, eating and drinking, and what are we? We are Robin Hood who overthrew these noble lords! We have nothing at all. , We don’t have to worry about losing anything. On the contrary, they are the ones who should be afraid of losing. This is Nottingham, here is the dense Sherwood Forest, this is the place we are most familiar with, our territory! In the forest, the robbers Never return empty-handed. If you grab a point, we are only two points away. If you grab two points, you are only one point away... if you grab four points, we will win!!"

Dunn clenched his fist and smashed it **** the tactical board.

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