Chapter 29 Long live your Majesty

"At this time, there are still people asking for tickets..." In the camera footage, there were many Forest fans standing outside the Crimson Field with the sign "I need tickets".

"It feels like a World Cup final."

"It's just to see Tony Tangen's return, and it's hard to get a ticket... Although he has been away from the Forest Team for more than four years, Tangen's popularity has not been lost."

"If the Forest team had not had the poor performance in recent years, maybe there wouldn't be so many people who thought of him."

"Your words sound a little sour. If you think so, if it weren't for his departure, Nottingham Forest would never have become a big joke in the Premier League in recent years. He is the guarantee of the championship and trophy. This is also the reason why we chose this game as a national live broadcast. With him, there will be ratings."

Two BBC TV staff were sitting in the broadcast car watching the monitor chatting.

In front of them was a monitor wall, with dozens of monitor windows showing every corner of the stadium. Among the monitors showing the entrance and square of the stadium, vote-seeking people can be seen everywhere.

And inside the stadium, fans had already entered the court more than an hour in advance. They were hanging slogans in the Robin Hood stands to prepare for the game in a while.

Pierce Bruce discovered a situation.

Since he became a sports reporter for the Nottingham Evening Post, he has missed every home game of Nottingham Forest. But today's situation still makes him feel very special because he has seen many old white-haired fans among the fans entering the court. Most of these fans are old guys who have followed the Forest for decades. They have witnessed the most glorious years of the Forest and the darkest times of the Forest.

However, as they get older, they have rarely seen them watch football in recent years. Although they buy tickets every season, they really don’t have the energy to go to the scene. The kind of place full of noise and passion. It is the enemy of the health of the elderly.

But today, he saw so many white-haired fans at the door.

A media from London was conducting an interview at the door, and they obviously noticed the white-haired fans who came together.

"At your age, it should be better to watch the game at home, right?" A young female reporter grabbed a few of the old men and handed the microphone on.

Several old guys looked at each other and grinned, revealing their gaping teeth.

"We are here to see our old friends." The tallest old man replied.

"Old friend?" The female reporter felt strange. She was not from Nottingham, and she really couldn't understand the feelings of Nottingham Forest fans for Don Eun.

Seeing her confused look, a short, fat and chunky old fan smiled at her and said, "Beautiful lady, you are not a local, are you?"

The female reporter shook her head: "I am from London..."

"You must not be a fan of Nottingham Forest, ha! Who else can there be except Tony, a fan of Nottingham Forest?

Looking at the female reporter's sudden enlightenment expression, several old guys hugged each other's shoulders, sang the hymns written by Nottingham Forest fans to Tony Donn, like other fans around them, and walked into the entry channel.

"...We have a robot man, who has a nuclear-powered heart! Never tireless. Never admit defeat... He is very hateful, but we love him! Because he can bring us a championship, everyone hates him, and they all hate him!... Tony Tony! A bastard who makes people love and hate, hahaha!"

"This song sounds weird..." the female reporter frowned and muttered. "It's totally untuned. It's just yelling..."

"It's like this." A man next to him answered her question. "It was just something the fans yelled in the stands, and some melody was added casually. The fans thought there was no melody worthy of Tony, so they simply expressed their emotions in the simplest way."

The female reporter looked at the uninvited guest in confusion.

The other party generously extended his hand in the confusing eyes of the female reporter: "Pearce Bruce. The reporter of the Nottingham Evening Post is the person who knows Tony Done the best in the media. I'm very happy to know you. Beautiful Miss."

If Donn knew that Bruce actually went to pick up girls under his own banner, the expression on his face would have been wonderful.

Now he has no mind to consider others, and the only thing that makes him care about is his own home game.

Did he feel nervous? No, but his heartbeat was indeed a little fast. But that was because of excitement.

Just like a wanderer who has been away from his hometown for decades, he is finally going home. This is his first time as the head coach of Nottingham Forest, he directed the game at the Crimson Field. Before, he played as the head coach of the England team at the Crimson Field. Although the fans at that time also gave him great support, the feeling was different from now.

England only borrows the Crimson Stadium occasionally. The real home court is the New Wembley Stadium.

The Crimson Field is his home court and his home.

For this stadium, he tightened his belt and worked for several years, searching for players from all over the world at a low price, and then selling the outstanding players he had worked hard to train to exchange for funds for the club. But after the new stadium was built, he did not lead the Forest team to play a game here, which has to be said to be a pity.

Now this regret is about to be made up. He will lead the team to coach in this stadium that has soaked his efforts until the end of the season.

"It's time for us to set off. Boss." Eastwood stood next to Donn and called out. He noticed that Donn had been in a state of trance since the beginning. What did he think of?

"Ah? Oh... the players are all down?" Done looked up at the assistant coach Eastwood in front of him.

"Well. They are all in the car."

Tang En stood up and draped his coat over him.

"Let's go, Freddy."

"Tony Don has boarded the car. The car slowly drove out of the hotel...it was driving towards the Crimson Field...we will continue to follow and report for the audience..." The TV reporter waiting outside the hotel said to the camera excitedly that behind him was the red bus driving away from the hotel, which was the bus from Nottingham Forest.

It is only less than ten kilometers from the hotel to the stadium. But along the way, police cars drove the lane, and there were also reporters' cars tracking and shooting around. This scene has not been seen by the Forest players for several years, and they all know who the focus of these reporters' pursuit is.

Dunn, who was sitting in the front seat of the bus, was chatting quietly with Chris Lak and Eastwood.

Through the car window on the left, they can already see the red ceiling of the crimson court.

"Welcome home, boss!" Eastwood said to Donn, pointing to the Crimson Field in front.

Chris Lak next to him also laughed, he was going home.

When the red bus drove into the square, it caused a commotion, and the police responsible for maintaining order at the scene were almost unable to hold on. The fans who had not entered the field. The fans who were still waiting for the tickets flocked to the bus in Nottingham Forest, shouting Tony Don't's name at the top of their lungs.

"Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony!!"

"Welcome back, Tony!!"

"It's better to go home, right? Tony?!"

"Tony, I love you!!"

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"It's so crazy for a long time..." Eastwood murmured at the excited fans outside.

Thiago Silva looked at the fans outside the window with a gloomy face. He is a popular star player in the Forest team, but his appearance has never been comparable to this time.

He remembered that some time ago, when those old players talked about Tang En, they said that he was "His Majesty the King". At that time, he sneered at this, thinking that it was just Tang En's self-proclaimer, and this person just likes to hype.

But looking at the scene today, the expressions on the fans' faces... This is just a small number of people outside the stadium. More fans have already entered the stadium and are waiting there.

Can you really do the right thing with this person? Can you really wait for that opportunity?

He felt a little doubtful about his previous thoughts in his heart.

No!

Soon he stabilized his mind again. The more these fans admired him. The more they liked him, the more they would suffer once he lost the game at home, the more they would suffer and the more disappointed they would be with Don En. This is a symbiosis between heaven and hell. They can let him go to heaven and to hell.

Although Silva did not understand Chinese and knew nothing about Chinese culture, he knew the truth that "water can carry a boat and can overturn it", which is really not simple.

The bus stopped at the entrance, and the players left one after another. The surroundings were full of reporters and fans. The police were working hard to stop the overly excited fans and reporters. Tang En was in the car. He waited for everyone to get off the bus before leaving. If he was the first to go down, then the players behind him would not leave here, and the order on the scene would be in chaos.

This is the situation now. Tang En, under the escort of the four policemen, squeezed from the crowd to the entrance of the passage. On the way, people kept reaching out to him with microphones, cell phones, recorders, and interviewers, and some people patted his body with their hands.

The journey was only ten meters short, but Tang En walked in an extremely embarrassed manner...

"How is it like going home? Tony!" A shout came from behind him as he finally reached the entrance of the passage.

He didn't look back. He just raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up. Then he got in under the urging of the police.

"So crazy... It seems like a rock star is coming here to hold a concert..." The beautiful young female reporter looked at the scene in front of her. She had to sigh.

Bruce, who was standing next to her, smiled and said with a little pride: "The most successful head coach in English football history has returned home, so of course his family should welcome him."

The female reporter looked back at him.

"But you must have never imagined how depressed and outdated a head coach who was such a successful one at first, ha!" Bruce laughed. "When he appeared, only the boo and middle finger were greeted. "

The female reporter shook her head gently: "It's really unimaginable..."

Bruce pointed to the fans who were reluctant to part with him and said, "For them, Tony is synonymous with an entire era, from 2003 to 2018. Fifteen years of memories have been here."

Bruce, who said this, was also trapped in his own memories. He was a reckless intern reporter at the time, a young man who had just graduated from college at the age of 24, knew nothing and had no experience. He was ridiculed and ridiculed by Tony Tang En at the press conference. They seemed to be enemies. Who would have thought that he would write an autobiography for this person in the future?

The female reporter looked back at the middle-aged man. His eyes were set in the distance, but there was no focus, and a faint smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Your memories are included, too. Right, Mr. Bruce?"

Bruce took his gaze back, looked at the young intern reporter who had just graduated from college like him, and nodded.

"Yes, Miss Alina. Memories about youth."

"Defense counterattack, guys!!" Don Eun clenched his fists in the locker room and seized the time to repeat the key parts of yesterday's tactical meeting for his players. "Long passes! Don't worry about the criticism of those outsiders, you know what we need most now. It's not a good-looking offensive cooperation. It's not a gorgeous heel pass, but a goal and victory! Middlesbrough will press us in the midfield, especially George, you will get their focus on taking care of..." Don Eun pointed to Wood, who was changing clothes.

Wood nodded and continued to put the jersey on his body.

"So I ask you not to hold the ball too much in the midfield. There is a huge risk of passing more than three in the midfield. I don't want to see such a scene - you go back and forth in the midfield and then send the football to the opponent's feet and let them fight back on the spot. Whether it's George or Fernando (Gago), they keep the backcourt in this game. Don't easily cross the midfield and use long passes to organize the attack. Two wings..."

He also pointed to two full-time forwards Chris Cohen and Viennadum who were going to start today.

"Your mission today is the most important thing. You need to keep sprinting back and forth. You must press on the offensive ground and retreat when defending. If you can't do it, I will replace you! Anyway, I still have a lot of people who want to play here."

There was a burst of laughter in the locker room.

Tang En also laughed. The atmosphere was very harmonious with the music, without any tension. This was the pre-match atmosphere he wanted.

"Two forwards..." This time, the action was stopped. The people who looked at Donn were Mitchel and Balotelli, who were the starting strikers of this game. "Aron, you must try to push the opponent's back line forward, push them to the goal, and create enough space for Mario."

Donn did not deceive Balotelli. In this game, he did give Balotelli enough trust and corresponding heavy responsibilities.

"Mario, thank you for your ups and downs in the previous seasons, our opponents won't be too tight to keep your guard..." Hearing his words, some people were worried that Balotelli would be unhappy. But what surprised them was that in the face of Don't's joke. Balotelli also laughed with him, not caring about what Don't said before. This scene is too rare. You should know that Balotelli is very sensitive and cares about others' evaluation of himself.

If anyone dares to say that he is not capable and is a parallel person, he will definitely make the other party suffer. But now, it seems that the boss has already done the thorns in the locker room... "And they think you will be habitually active on the right side. This game is your chance to prove yourself again, man. We all know you are a genius, but people outside don't think so much. Give them some excellence! You are 'Super Mario'!"
To be continued...