Godfather Of Champions

When night falls on July 8, where is the best business in England?

There is no doubt that it is a bar. Divide it in detail, the bar that can watch the ball game has the best business.

English people like to get together to watch football, it is better to go to the bar with friends to watch football while drinking beer at home.

BBC5 started the live broadcast of the game two hours ahead of schedule. They covered the final from all angles. After all, this was the first time in 50 years. The audience would not agree to it without a grandiose one.

Tang is not the kind of person who likes to join in the fun. Compared with many people making noise together, he prefers to watch TV broadcast quietly at home.

But tonight, he seemed to be quiet.

"Dear~~~" Wife Tang Jing, wearing a **** lingerie, stood in front of Tang, just blocking the TV screen. "am I pretty?"

"Beautiful." Tang never looked away from the TV screen. After seeing Tang Jing blocking his sight, he changed seats and saw the TV screen from another angle. And responded casually. On the screen, the BBC invited Shearer to analyze the list of possible appearances for England today for the audience. Dunn, as before, did not announce the starting list until the last moment.

A fool could see that Tang was perfunctory, an expression of resentment flashed across Tang Jing's face. Tang changed positions, and she changed too.

"Then do you want me?" Tang Jing wouldn't blush at all when she said this. After staying in the UK for a long time, she has long been thrown to Java because of the shyness of the Chinese.

This time Tang turned his gaze to Tang Jing. Looking at his wife who pulled the bra strap to his elbow, revealing the half-breasted wife, he shook his head seriously: "No."

This answer really made Tang Jing shameless, and she was about to get angry. Tang also realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly added: "At least not tonight."

Where is this save? This is obviously burning oil on the fire.

Tang Jing erupted like a volcano. She took off the bra that was about to fall and threw it on Tang's face: "Then you have **** with football!"

After roaring, she shook the ***** white flesh and rushed back to the bedroom angrily. Of course, she didn't forget to slam the door hard, and the ashes on the ceiling shocked her a lot.

Tang looked at the closed bedroom door and smiled helplessly. Turning his attention to the TV screen again, finally no one came to bother him watching the game. As for the sound of falling objects from the bedroom, he could no longer get into his ears.

"...The England team has not started yet, but we can already see players appearing in the hotel lobby on the first floor..."

On the TV screen, the reporter took a picture of the interior of the hotel from a distance. It was a bit blurry, but Rooney and Mitchell could be recognized. As for where Dunn is, the camera is still searching.

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Dunn was sitting in a blind spot that the camera couldn't take, chatting with Des Walker. He could see the elevator at a glance from their seats, and every player who walked out there, he silently numbered once to see if there was anyone left on it.

"Desi, are you nervous?" Dunn asked.

"A little bit. Don't you?" Walker asked back.

"Of course I have a bit too." Dun En smiled, "Did you not see that I have been chewing gum?" He pointed to his mouth, "It has been chewing for an hour."

"What are you chewing for when it's out of taste?"

"You are right." Dunn wrapped the chewing gum in paper and threw it in the ashtray. Then he took another piece and put it in his mouth. "I should buy bubble gum, that's a bit fun."

"I don't think you are nervous at all, Tony..."

Dunn showed a surprised expression: "Really? That's good!"

In fact, he was really nervous, but he didn't want outsiders to see it, so he had to do something else and talk nonsense to divert his attention. Chatting with Walker here seems to have worked.

It was Mitchell who walked out of the elevator. He was so tall and stood out from the crowd. Dunn noticed the somewhat depressed expression on his face at first sight. This kid was still worried about not being able to participate in the finals.

"Aron, come here!" he shouted with a wave.

Mitchell came over obediently.

"Sit." Dunn pointed to the sofa opposite. "This is a coach's seat, and those players who are going to play tonight are not eligible to enjoy it."

He joked to Mitchell.

"Thank you, boss..." Knowing that Dunn was comforting himself, even though he was still unhappy, Mitchell did not show it.

"Don't think so much, wait to enjoy the championship." Tang En leaned over and patted him on the shoulder.

"But I think even if I win the championship, I can't help myself, it's meaningless..."

"You can't say that. What if you sit on the sidelines with a frown and let the teammates on the field see it? It will affect their mood and make their state worse. I'm not kidding. When When you are fighting **** the court, when you look up, you find that there is always someone off the court with a bitter face, or if you just lick melon seeds nonchalantly, would you feel uncomfortable?"

Mitchell was stunned for a moment. He admitted that the boss's remarks were very convincing. He thought about it seriously and felt that if he encountered that situation, he would indeed be affected.

"Smile, Aaron." Dunn grinned at Mitchell, "Smiles can bring incredible magical power. Your smile can infect your teammates and make them more confident to overcome difficulties and defeat powerful enemies. Remember, no matter what happens, you are a whole. Whether you play or not, you will affect your teammates and thus affect the game. Do you know why I never make a sad face off the court? Even if you lose I’m just angry when I play football. Anger can make people motivated, but depression can only make people lose fighting spirit and confidence. That’s an infectious disease."

Mitchell was awakened by Dunn's words and suddenly realized.

"I see, boss." A smile appeared on his face.

"Just understand, go back to the team. From now on, you are deprived of the qualifications to sit here!" Dunn slapped him on the head.

Mitchell quickly got up and left.

"Talk to them, don't let them come on stage with worry about you." Dunn's voice came from behind. Mitchell replied back, "I know!"

"You really have you, Tony." Watching Mitchell run away alive, and completely different from when he walked over before, Des Walker let out a heartfelt sigh. "Adjust the players' psychology. I have never seen a few people who can reach your level."

"Actually, it's very simple. Put yourself in the players' point of view. Just be sincere." Dunn leaned back on the sofa. This time he saw Wood come down from the elevator. He was the last person on the team to come down, and it seemed that he was performing the duties of a captain on the top, calling everyone down before leaving.

He looked up at his watch. There are almost two hours left before the game starts.

"Time is almost up. I don't want to be watched by reporters outside like a monkey in a zoo. Get ready to go." He stood up, which was a signal. After seeing him get up, the players who were scattered around the lobby chatting in groups or taking a nap in the three districts also got up one after another and started to walk towards the bus parked outside the gate.

When the reporters outside saw the movement inside, they were also excited. They rushed to the bus from where they were hiding, hitting the defense line formed by the security guards, and wanted to get close shots of the players getting on the bus.

The fans have a much simpler purpose than the reporters. They just shouted outside the isolation line: "We are the champions! We are the champions! England! England! Oh!"

"They are leaving!" The reporter from BBC 5 who was in charge of reporting at the hotel shouted excitedly.

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At the same time, the Italian location host is also using the same emphasis to announce that the Italian team is on the road to championship.

Two buses of different colors drove to the Bernabéu Stadium from different directions. Police cars cleared the way and traffic was controlled. There is also a helicopter rented by a TV station in the sky tracking overhead shots, this appearance is really prestigious.

When the England team's car arrived outside the Bernabéu Stadium, even the sealed air-conditioned car could hear the loud noise from the Bernabéu inside.

The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium in the night is shrouded in a dazzling white light. It is the "White House" of football and is waiting for the two protagonists tonight.

When the car stopped and the players stepped off the bus and appeared in front of many reporters and fans, they caused a commotion. The police on the scene maintained order as if they were facing the enemy, struggling to stop the surging crowd. The players who had been unaware of this scene did not stop much, but filed into the passage and walked to the locker room.

Dunn, who was the last to get out of the car, accepted a brief interview on BBC 5 through the police.

"It is said that a large number of English fans have poured into Spain in the past two days. Obviously they had never expected their team to make it to the final. What do you think of this, Mr. Dunn?" A reporter with a headset in one hand and a microphone in the other. The speed of speech is very fast, but his standard pronunciation of London accent is such a noisy environment that Dunn can still hear the problem clearly.

"I'm very happy." Dunn also raised the volume to answer this question, "I even hope that Bernabeu will allow those English fans who don't have tickets to enter the game. Ha! Make this our home court! But the Italians will definitely object of!"

"Italy is a strong team?"

"Of course. There is no weak team that can make it to the final, even a team like Greece."

"For the Bernabeu, you have fond memories..."

"Yes." Speaking of this, a smile appeared on Dun En's face. "I achieved the Triple Crown here two years ago. I like the Bernabeu."

"Can you ask again, does Mitchell's absence affect the final?"

"I don't think there will be any impact. We are a whole, not a single individual team. Every player who can be selected for the national team is very good. I don't worry about this."

Dunn waved his hand and signaled that he was leaving.

The reporter happened to hear the director's eager voice from the headset: "Ask him one last question, don't let him go! Let the audience hear his championship declaration! Give him a boost!"

"Wait, Mr. Dunn, please wait a minute..." While pressing the earphones and listening to the director's latest instructions, the reporter stretched out his hand to stop Dunn. "Last question: Have you ever thought about it in case there isn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Dunn roughly interrupted: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. We are not here to fight hard and fight for a runner-up!"

The reporter's idiot question made him a little dissatisfied, this time he turned and walked firmly.

The reporter saw the thumbs up from the cameraman, and the director's satisfied voice in the headset: "Well done, Louis! This championship declaration is really impressive! Okay, now go to the stadium and wait for them to warm up. !"

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Similarly, at another entrance, the Italian team was also sought after by the media and fans.

Lippi has a cigar in his hand, and a straight suit looks like an old Italian gentleman, very elegant.

He is being interviewed by Italian national television, and his players filed into the tunnel from behind him.

"There is no Mitchell in England. Is this good news?"

"No, they also have Rooney and other excellent attackers." Lippi did not show the slightest optimism. "Mitchel is not the core of the team and his absence has little effect on England."

"Is there a penalty kick in this game?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on what the score is after ninety minutes." Lippi's answer was perfect.

"This is the last time you have coached. Do you want to end with a European champion?"

"Of course, I hope we can return to Italy with the European championship trophy."

"But some people worry that you have won almost all the championships, and you will be a little less motivated..."

"I have not won the European Cup." Lippi was not dissatisfied with this evaluation, but responded with a smile.

"Thank you for accepting the interview, and good luck."

"Good luck to Italy."

"Not proud or underestimating the enemy, calm and old. We saw a reassuring head coach." After Lippi left, the reporter made a comment on the camera. "I think Tony Dunn met his opponent. Should I wish him good luck? No, I hope good luck stays away from him and away from England. See you in a moment!"

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"It's over, I'm a little nervous..." Joe Martock stood on the sidelines and looked up at the already full stands. There was such a thought that suddenly hit his mind-this is the final, the final of the European Cup, it is England's fifth. The first final in ten years!

When he thinks of this, he feels his legs are weak, his heart rate is fast, and his lips are dry.

"Fuck!" Mitchell cursed next to him, "If you are nervous, replace me! I'll admit it when you play at left-back! Isn't it a good idea? You come from Nottingham Forest, don't shame our Forest team!"

Dunn's remarks worked, and Mitchell is now full of fighting spirit.

"Uh..." Joe Matock scratched his head embarrassedly. Being scolded by Mitchell like this, the tension was slightly reduced.

In fact, it was not only Joe Matoke who was nervous, but everyone didn't tell him so bluntly. Now that they heard what Mitchell said, they also thought their tension was funny. There is no way for someone who wants to be nervous. Those who can play the game, where should they consider whether they are nervous? Shouldn't they have their heads full of horse racing?

"Warm up, guys. What are you doing here? Are you chatting?"

Dunn's voice sounded behind him, and a group of people rushed onto the court. (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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