Chapter 94: Pressure (Part 2)

There is a Chinese idiom that makes sense: work and rest. Now he is under great pressure, he should really rest, otherwise the team may not be crushed, but he will collapse himself - he will feel fear of his heart stopping when he thinks of the last minute at Portman Road Stadium. If Eastwood did not kick in, the Forest team can now give up his dream of winning second in the league.

Well, it’s nice to go to Burns’ bar to relax and chat with John and the others. Just throw the escalation worries aside for the time being.

Don En didn't expect that the next night, he did not see Fatty John and the others in the Forest Bar, but another group of people.

Donne almost didn't know a group of middle-aged men of similar age to Burns. These people surrounded an old man in the middle of the crowd. The old man holding a wine glass and talking to others was the focus of the audience. He is the legendary coach of Nottingham Forest - Brian Crowfe.

Tang En didn't expect to see the leader here, and he stood in the door. Until Burns walked towards him.

"This is..." The puzzled Don was interrupted by Burns' smile as soon as he opened his mouth.

"A simple dinner to commemorate the 25th anniversary of Nottingham Forest's victory in the European Cup. Except for you, everyone here is the one who participated in the 1979 European Cup final." Kenny Burns led Done in, and Clauve, who was speaking in the middle of the house, saw them.

He raised the wine glass in his hand to Don Eun: "Look at who is here? How is it like winning a championship?"

These words turned the attention of the others to Tang En who had just entered the door. After they saw who the visitor was, they all laughed.

"Mr. Tang En, you are a news figure in the past two months!"

"Boss, I think you're very similar!"

Clauve ignored such words, and Don was a little embarrassed. He didn't know all of these people except Burns and Clauve. But they seemed to be familiar with themselves. The wine glasses Burns handed him to surround him.

He took the wine glass and thanked Burns. Then he answered Clove's first question: "It feels great, boss."

He said this, and the others laughed again, and then discussed the interesting things before the League Cup final: "When I watched all the members of the Forest team walk off the bus in front of the TV, I could hardly believe my eyes!"

"So, Peter. Tony Don't have a very impressive appearance!"

"Ha ha!"

Tang En knew they were talking about his outfit, and later when he watched the replay, he thought he looked funny at that time. He didn't want to do this again...

"Even though you look like a clown,... it works, doesn't it?" Clauve said after taking a sip of wine, then looking at Donn.

Tang En nodded. Although the people standing in front of him were all those who had won the European Champions League, Tang En, who won the League Cup, also had the confidence to have equal dialogue in front of them. "The team was not in a good situation at the time, so I could only use that method to help them build confidence. Later, I looked very funny myself, but... as long as we won the championship in the end, the clown is no big deal at all."

The topic seemed to be moving towards the direction of communication between the two. When the others saw this, they left one after another, holding wine glasses and chatting with each other casually.

There were only Clauve and Donn in front of the table in the middle of the room. Clauve made a "sit down" gesture, and then the two sat down face to face.

"It feels really good to be able to see the forest's red jersey again in the League Cup finals. "The old man said slowly, "Do you know when the last time we reached the League Cup final?"

"Twelve years ago. Boss." Tang En replied without hesitation.

Clauve nodded slowly: "Wembley has been rebuilt, it's really long..." He turned his eyes to the bar gate, as if he had recalled his years as the coach of the Forest Team.

Twelve years ago in 1992, the last season before the founding of the Premier League. Brian Clauve's last year of staying in Nottingham Forest's head coaching position, Forests reached the final of the 91-92 League Cup, which was the last gleam of the once-popular Nottingham Forest. They lost to Manchester United and saved Coach Alex Ferguson, who was in a crisis of trust. The Scots later made their own Manchester United dynasty and was awarded the title of the Queen of England. Brian Clauve and his legendary Forest slowly withdrew from the stage of history.

The boss is two years younger than Bobby Robson, who is still coaching in Newcastle, and only seven years older than Ferguson. He can continue to direct the game in the coach's seat at this age. Instead of sitting at home drinking all day and being forced to undergo a liver transplant.

What would happen if Forests hadn't lost to Manchester United? Will the Forests take this opportunity to regain their strength? Will Ferguson be dismissed in disgrace? Beckham, Giggs, Scholes... What will happen to the fate of the 92 generation in Manchester United?

It's no point in thinking about this question now.

Donn, who came to his senses, found Clauve looking at him.

"I heard Burns say you've been under a lot of pressure recently."

"Well...yes, boss. In the last round of the league, at the last moment, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack."

Clough smiled: "It's not that easy for the head coach, boy. I have been in the position of the Forest team as the head coach for 18 years. What kind of thing hasn't been experienced? I've been unbeaten for 42 rounds and have reached the Champions League final for three consecutive years. But I..." He pointed to those who talked freely. "Never let them know what I think in my heart. Especially bad thoughts. Do you still remember the first time we met, boy."

Donn nodded. Burns, Walker and Bowy took him to Derby County, and the old coach had afternoon tea at his home, as if it was still yesterday.

"What did you ask at that time?"

Such conversation made Tang En feel as if he often talked with his players, but the role was changed. He was not the head coach, he was a player under Brian Crowe. He thought for a while and then replied: "Ask me what I thought the head coach did."

"How did you answer?"

"Lead the team to win..."

Clauve took a sip of wine and continued as Tangen remembered: "Wrong, boy, that's just part of the work. Now I think you understand what this sentence means?"

Tang En nodded: "I already understand very well, boss."

"I'm wrong again. How long have you been sitting in this position? I didn't even have a hot butt, so I said it very clearly. What do you understand?"

Faced with such a rhetorical question, Tang En didn't know how to answer.

"Your road is still long, boy..." Crowf slowly stood up and looked down at Tangen. Then he went to chat with his old subordinates with a glass of wine.

Next, the dinner returned to the theme of this held. Everyone talked about the glory of the Forest Team and talked endlessly. Tang En sat next to him and became the audience without saying a word. At the same time, he fantasized in his heart that one day, he could sit here with his former subordinates and recall the years of European kingship? How many years will it take?

The dinner was simple, private, and it was not open to the media, and they were not even notified. It ended at 10 o'clock in the evening. At the bar entrance, everyone was busy saying goodbye.

At this time, Tang En became the busiest person again. Everyone would come to say goodbye to him and say a few words to encourage him. After all, everyone has played for the Forest team, so there is still some feelings. Finally, it was Brian Crowf's turn. He sat in the car, opened the window, and looked at Tang En. Tang En knew that he had something to say, so he quickly leaned over and stood outside the window.

The old man looked at Tang En, turned his head and thought for a while, then shrugged: "I almost forgot something... Congratulations, boy." Then he shook the window again and knocked on the backrest of the driver's seat.

The white Ford slowly drove away from Donn, and everyone else drove away. The door of the bar that was still very lively just now suddenly became deserted. Donn stood on the side of the road, and Burns came over and said to him, "Are you not used to it? Listen to us discussing the past?"

Tang En looked back at the kind-hearted him, "Fortunately... I often encountered such things in the past." He refers to himself in China. When attending class reunions, everyone was talking about their recent experiences happily, but he was like an outsider and was not interested in those topics.

"Well, actually... it was the boss who asked me to come. Originally, we only invited teammates who played in the 1979 Champions League final. Before you came, he talked about the League Cup final when he talked to me. He said that your tactics in that game reminded him of the first time the Forest team won the Championship Cup - we also relied on airtight defense to win. Oh, there is another thing, although the boss didn't say it, but I think... if this season ends and the Forest team really returns to the Super League, he will definitely be very happy." Burns looked at the night sky in the distance.

Don Eun smiled: "Thank you, Kenny."

"Don't thank me, thank you boss. We old guys all saw the years that had passed in your forest team, so everyone has high expectations for you... How about it? Now that I say that, is the pressure in your heart even greater?" Burns smiled.

"Kenny, if I don't succeed, I'll come to you and drink all your stored wine."
Chapter completed!