Godfather Of Champions

Madrid’s hotel business is getting better, and it’s impossible to book a room at this time. The main reason for this situation is the English.

Since the England national team has reached the World Series finals for the first time in 50 years, it has aroused a huge response in England. Many English fans who have not planned to come to Spain to watch the game have packed their bags and set off to Madrid. Tickets for the finals have long been hard to find, but these English people still hope to meet the refunded people outside the Bernabéu Stadium.

As for no place to live? That's not a problem, you can sleep on the street just to watch the game. Many English fans carry tents with them, as if they are going to camp in the mountains and forests. The enthusiasm of the English fans is evident.

Due to the influx of English football fans, the Madrid city government had to temporarily issue an order to allow major parks to be open at night for those fans who did not book a hotel room to camp.

"I feel extremely happy when I see them!" In the seat of an open-air bar, Skinny Bill pointed to the rows of spectacular colorful tents across the street and exclaimed. "We don't have to sleep on the street, we still have tickets for the finals!"

His voice was a little louder, and immediately attracted the attention of people around him. John found that each of them had an eager light in his eyes. He knew that those people did not have tickets yet. At this time, he would become very sensitive when he heard anything about tickets.

"Be quiet, idiot! Do you want us to be under siege?" John patted Bill on the head.

"Uh..." Bill curled his neck and lowered his head to drink. But before he was honest for a while, he stretched again: "There are still five hours before the start of the game. Time is really tough... Why don't we go to the England hotel and wait like everyone else? Maybe it can be. To get the player's signature..."

John glared at him: "Have you forgotten what Tony is like? Don't talk about the fans at this time, even the reporters are driven away by him. Do you think you can gain anything by going?"

"Ah, that's right...every time there is a final in Nottingham Forest, this is the situation. Hey, do you think Tony is nervous?"

"Nervous?" The others were puzzled.

"Yes, although he is not a rookie on the first day of coaching, this is after all his first final as the head coach of the national team, and it is the European Cup final that we have never won."

Everyone thought about what Bill said. It took a while before someone murmured, "Have anyone seen Tony look nervous?"

He looked at everyone, and everyone shook his head at him.

"The Tony in my mind has never been afraid of anyone. The first day I went to Burns's bar, I dared to fight Michael, haha! You know, Michael is our famous fighter!" Someone laughed.

But when it came to Michael, everyone's mood suddenly sank. They all remembered this old friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time. Today, he is working hard for his family business in the United States. He doesn't know if he is still paying attention to football or knowing that the England team has reached the European Cup final. Each of them is an avid fan, but football has a different story for each of them. The sadness that it brings to Michael is only once, but it is unforgettable.

The speaker also realized that he had mentioned a name that should not be mentioned, so he laughed a few times and drank his head to cover it.

"I know that Tony will send Michael a ticket every time the team reaches the finals. It's a pity that since he resigned from the Forest team, he has never had such an opportunity. I don't know if it will be this time. What?" Fat John took the initiative to mention their old friend.

John mentioned the past, but everyone became silent. All seem to be wondering whether the old friends on the other side of the earth have received tickets.

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Michael wears a suit at the door, with a briefcase beside it. It's seven o'clock in the morning Western time, and he has to go to work.

The wife held the baby and saw him at the door.

"If there is no entertainment in the evening, I will come back for dinner..." He kissed his wife, but was avoided by his wife.

"You have to come back for dinner today anyway." His wife glared at him, "You don't even remember Shannon's birthday, do you?"

"Ah..." A sorry expression appeared on Michael's face.

"What are you thinking about these days, Michael? You are always absent-minded. You can be distracted while eating." His wife complained dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry, work is too busy. Recently, the company seems to have adjusted personnel and it is under great pressure..." Michael can only comfort him. "After this time, I will definitely take a few days off to accompany your mother and daughter out to play." At this point, he squeezed the pink face of the little daughter held by his wife. "Sorry, Shannon. Dad forgot your birthday, so don't be angry."

The three-year-old girl replied with a sullen voice, "No—I will—"

Michael smiled at his wife: "Look, our little princess is not angry."

"I really can't help you." The wife pouted helplessly, and this time she took the initiative to send a parting kiss.

After an affectionate kiss, Michael opened the door and walked out.

Sitting in his Ford car, Michael was waiting for the green light at the intersection. With his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes caught the black briefcase in the passenger seat. His wife's observation is really careful. He is really absent-minded these days, but it's not because of the pressure of work. He must be busy. But after so many years, he has never forgotten his son Gavin Bernard's anniversary.

The reason that made him feel uneasy these days is lying quietly in the briefcase.

Michael raised his head and glanced at the traffic lights ahead. The red light seemed a bit long this time, and traffic jams during working hours were normal. He simply took the briefcase and pulled out an envelope from the inside. The handwriting on the envelope is very familiar. Seeing the words is like seeing his face.

Michael opened the envelope and took out the contents-a ticket to the European Cup final.

The enthusiasm of Americans for football is still pitiful compared to Europe. They are even more indifferent to the European Cup football game which has nothing to do with the United States. There are few reports in the news media. Some time ago, the media were all paying attention to the NBA Finals. The Lakers and the 76ers fought hard and made basketball fans all over the world go crazy. This is like a completely different world from Europe.

Michael is not a basketball fan, he was not before, he is not now, and he will probably not be in the future. But he really hasn't cared about football for a long time. Now that he saw this ticket, he knew Tony Dunn must have led England to the European Cup final.

This is something to be happy about, after all, England has not reached the finals of any World Series for fifty years. But this ticket evoked more memories. It was a memory that did not belong to England or the European Cup.

He still kept his promise to his wife, so in the past two years, when Dunn stopped sending him tickets for the finals, his life had nothing to do with football. He is like any ordinary person, working hard every day to get a promotion and support his family. His wife gave him a daughter three years ago, and the focus of the family has shifted to his daughter Shannon Bernard. He loves his daughter and devotes all his love to him. He doesn't want Gavin's story to happen to Shannon. The wife also loves her daughter very much. Every time she sees her innocent smiling face, she can forget the pain of losing her beloved son.

But two years later, a ticket sent from the European continent reminded Michael of the passionate years he used to be crazy about football.

He began to seriously consider whether there was a place where he could watch a game without interruption during the lunch break.

The harsh sound of the horn awakened Michael in the memory, and he realized that the signal light in front had turned green, and a long dragon had been blocked behind him. The whistle sounded one after another urging the **** in front.

Michael put the ticket back in the envelope and dragged the car out.

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Chris Lak stood alone in the quiet cemetery. There are really very few people here. The dense trees shade the sky, and the temperature is one or two degrees lower than outside. There are occasional bird songs, except for the sounds of other creatures.

This was only his second visit, the first time was at Gavin Bernard's funeral. All the members of Nottingham Forest attended, and even the old club chairman who was aging and frail had sent his assistants. Naturally, he, the youth team coach, was not absent.

He has never been here since then. For some people, the child who died that day was one of the most important people in their lives, but for David Chris Luck, he didn't feel that way.

Two days ago, Chris Luck, who was on vacation at home, suddenly received a call from Dunn. On the phone, Dunn asked Chris Lak to do him a favor, because Dunn used to do this by himself, but now Dunn is far away in Spain, he can’t leave the team and fly back to Nottingham by himself. Friends in Nottingham helped.

The next day Chris Lak received an express mail, which contained a ticket.

Today, he came here to send tickets to Gavin Bernard.

Of course, he didn't forget to buy a bunch of flowers, which was not what Dunn requested. Since I came to visit Gavin, it is a necessary etiquette to send flowers.

While placing the flowers carefully in front of the tombstone, Chris Lak also noticed the line of fine print under the tombstone.

He suddenly felt that things are impermanent. The most loyal fans of Nottingham Forest sleep here, and he himself left the Forest team where he worked for more than ten years and is still at home now.

Dunn didn't know if he would come back, but maybe the time that belonged to Nottingham Forest in his life had come to an end, and he was about to seriously consider the invitations of several other clubs.

"Gavin. This is the first time I chatted with you. I didn't expect it to be like this." Chris Luck smiled self-deprecatingly, "Tonyto, I will send you tickets, and I want to take this opportunity to say goodbye to you. Thank you for your support of the team, but you are also sad to see Nottingham Forest today? I tried my best, but it's a pity... That's good, at least we are still in the Super League. Think about fourteen years ago, We are all still struggling in the First Division. Perhaps this is the positioning of Nottingham Forest. No team can win undefeated, no team can always dominate European football. We have done it before. There is nothing to regret."

He took out the ticket and ignited it with a lighter according to the method Dun En said. He waited for the flame to reach his fingertips before letting go. The ticket that burned into a black ash floated down, falling on the flowers and turning to ashes.

"Just being a fan is good...bye, Gavin, remember to watch the final."

Chris Lak waved to the tombstone, turned and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

A gust of wind behind him blew the flowers in front of the tombstone, and also blew the black ashes. The dense woods made a rustle, as if saying goodbye to Chris Lak.

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Tang Jing sat on her husband’s legs and acted like a baby. Their son was just taken back to his hometown in China and handed over to his grandpa and grandma. The couple can enjoy the two-person world. In her plan, tonight she will have a romantic candlelight dinner with her husband, and then put on the newly bought **** underwear, and linger with her husband in bed.

But her plan was blocked by her husband before she could say it.

"Finally, I won't be disturbed when I watch the game at night." Tang Jing's heart suddenly became cold when he suddenly came holding Tang Jing.

"It's not for the Chinese team. What do you think?"

"I am a football coach, and I have to grasp any football-related information." Tang was also wondering why Tang Jing would ask such unqualified questions.

Tang Jing gave him a white glance. "But tonight..." She stopped talking, and Tang must know what she meant.

Sure enough, Tang knew, but the reaction made her very angry.

"Every night, every day, the European Cup final is only once every four years..."

Tang Jing was so angry that Qiqiao made smoke, but she had to admit that there was nothing wrong with this sentence. Love is indeed possible every night, and the next European Cup final will have to wait four years.

"You...you can't watch the video!"

"Of course you need to watch the video, but the live broadcast of the game is also very important..." Tang still insisted on his principle-tonight, football is more important than sex.

Tang Jing stood up from Tang's thigh angrily, and had not forgotten to pinch Tang's shoulder hard. Tang Jing's painful grin didn't alleviate Tang Jing's resentment at all.

She has decided to interfere while Tang is watching the game.

For pure Tang, tonight is football night. But for Tang Jing, tonight is a head-to-head battle between her and football for her husband. She wants to see whether she is more attractive or football is more attractive.

Robbing a man with my old lady? I want to make you look good, football!

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