Chapter 102 European Championships (Part 2)

These shining "new stars" have long been famous. So what should the new Premier League team, which is less influential than the wealthy and cannot offer a higher salary budget, rely on to attract people? Perhaps the only one who can make the move is the "Europa League team next season"... But who do those players who are snatched by the wealthy still care about the qualifications of the League Cup? The Champions League is their battlefield, right?

This is really a paradox: the people who Tang En likes look down on the Forest Team, and the people who are interested in the invitation from the Forest Team are not favored.

Greece's main central defender Dras is a good candidate for the Forest team, who has just been promoted. His performance in the European Cup has been unanimously recognized and is considered to be the only traditional scavenger in Europe at the moment. But the problem is that if Donn had quoted Roma a month ago, the Roman club that had already planned to give up the Greeks at that time might have been given up for nothing. Now that opportunity is gone. If the Forest team wants it, Roma can take advantage of Dras' outstanding performance in the European Championships to ask for a price. Anyway, there are many teams that are interested in this Greek big man outside, and you are one of Nottingham Forest.

The further the schedule of the European Championship, the less busy Tang En and the more they were. At the end of the game, there were only a few teams left. Everyone should have been inspected, and the rest were those who looked down on or were definitely unable to buy it.

The Greek team played well, subverting the traditional concept of European football again and again, making fans grit their teeth again and again. But in Don En's eyes, although he tried hard to say good things about the Greek team in the column, he did not like a few Greek players. Because he knew very well that even if the Greek team really won the championship in the end, it would not mean that their players were first-class players in Europe and could be on par with the stars of traditional strong teams.

It can only be said that in the past twenty days and times of the European Championship, the Greek team is the best among all sixteen teams. Their players are also the best, only here. After the competition, after the dust settles, discuss whether the Greek team is a top-notch European team, and whether the Greek players will become popular, which is meaningless.

Maybe others won’t agree, but you should know that Tang En has traveled from time to time since 2007. How many Greek players have done well? Almost - none of them.

When the Greek team killed France, the Czech Republic and other powerful men to the finals. When they met the host again, the whole world was optimistic about Scolari. They believed that from any aspect, Portugal should become the winner of Tonight. The host, with superb strength, world champion coach, and the opponent is the weakest Greece...

Even the hotel waiter who stayed at Tang En was filled with a more enthusiastic smile than before, and he took the initiative to chat with Tang En about the finals of the evening. The Portuguese young man was very confident in his national team. Tang En did not break his dream out of sympathy.

After seeing off the chattering waiter, Donn stood at the hotel window and watched the Portuguese fans gathered downstairs. They wore red and green Portuguese jerseys, waved Portuguese state-owned enterprises, and swung the songs through the bottom.

"I really don't know what the expressions of these people will look like in a few hours. Are they not afraid of angering the Greeks after celebrating so much before the game?" Tang En shrugged. He turned around and looked at Tang, who was still taking notes at the table.

"Come on, Tang." He walked over and closed the notebook. "You have to know how to enjoy...you have to enjoy life first. You can enjoy work. Have you never heard of this? It is always used in many advertisements, and it makes sense to admit that this sentence is still very reasonable. Let's go out and have a drink."

Tang looked up at Tang En, and Tang En shrugged at him: "Being a coach does not mean you can succeed by lying in the information pile all day long. Go relax and chat, maybe you can find some inspiration. Go, go..."

Tang still didn't move.

"Okay, I don't care what you were like before. In short, if you are with me now, you must be consistent with me so that we can develop a tacit understanding." After saying that, Tang En dragged Tang out of the hotel room directly.

On the street outside, Don En casually found the most lively bar and then took Don into it. Most of the bars were Portuguese, and of course there were a few Greeks. It was easy to tell the jerseys they were wearing. Before the game, everyone could live in peace. Holding a wine glass to take a photo. In general, Greek fans themselves were relatively low-key. They did not feel insulted in front of the Portuguese who were happy and seemed to have won the championship.

Tang En squeezed into the front of the bar, ordered two cups of balls in English, and then pushed one cup in front of Tang. “Drink it, it’s not poison.”

Tang shook his head: "I swore never to drink."

Tang En didn't want to embarrass him, so he took the glass of wine in front of him: "It just so happens that I'm worried that you'll drink it... Guru... It's so good!"

After a large mouthful of cold beer, Tang Enshuang's hair was about to stand up, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing him so intoxicated, Tang was unmoved.   A voice rang behind him: "What a coincidence! Hi, Tony!"

Don't open his eyes and see Pierce Bruce standing behind Don and waved to greet him.

"Hi, Mr. Reporter." He waved his hand and Tang turned his head and looked back.

"It's incredible. We are all in Portugal, but we didn't meet until the final..." Bruce saw Don turning back and an Eastern Hole appeared in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Hello." Tang took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello. "

"I forgot to introduce you." Tang En waved his hand and asked the waiter for another beer, then pointed at Tang and said to Bruce: "Don, Chinese. Well... from today on, you will see him often."

"Chinese? Is your second Chinese teacher?" Bruce laughed. "He looks so young... How did you meet him?"

"No, Mr. Journalist." Done said next to him that Bruce was dumbfounded and could not believe it. "He is the new assistant coach of Nottingham Forest, my assistant, partner, and colleague."

Bruce turned his head to look at Don, who looked calm, with his mouth so wide that he could stuff it directly into a beer glass.

Donne was happy to see Bruce so surprised. He laughed beside him, and he couldn't pour the wine in with the glass at his mouth.

Bruce, who finally recovered, shook his head and said to Donn: "Tony, although we all know that you are a bit unreasonable in doing things... But I can guarantee that you are definitely the most exaggerated this time! Do you know? No Premier League team has ever hired a Chinese as an assistant coach, let alone he is still so young..."

Tang En pointed to Tang behind him: "Be careful, Mr. Reporter. Tang completely understands what you were saying just now. He may know more about English football than you and me."

Bruce still found it unbelievable: "A Indian fan who reads news every day may also know English football better than we all! But what's the point? He... does he have a coach license?"

"I will let him take the exam, this summer." Tang En said lightly while drinking beer.

"That means he has no coaching experience yet?"

"To a certain extent... you can say that, but it is not completely correct..." Tang En thought that Tang had more experience in working in the youth team than himself.

"No fame, no qualification, no... nothing. Are you planning to let such a person be the assistant coach of the Forest Team?!"

Tang En suddenly hated Bruce's tone and attitude of speaking. Although he knew that it was natural for him to doubt Tang, after all, he had not shown his strength to others. But Bruce shouted at his assistant coach, which was equivalent to questioning Tang En, because he decided on this candidate himself.

"I don't think there is any problem. What judges the level of coaches is not a qualification or reputation, such boring things. Can he be an assistant coach? Isn't it clear to see his actual work then? But you, Mr. Journalist, I think you must be drunk. You should go to the bathroom to pick your voice so that you can wake up well." Tang En said bluntly with a stern face.

Bruce, who realized that he had lost his composure, was stunned for a moment, and then apologized to Tang En and Tang in embarrassment: "I'm so sorry, you said it well... I don't know how many cups I drank just now. Okay, let me go to the bathroom to wake up..."

Seeing Bruce's back disappearing into the crowded crowd, Tang En said to Tang who had been silent just now: "Tang, you are suspected. And, you have to get used to it. This summer, the scene like that just now has not happened this time."

Tang said lightly: "It's normal, I haven't done anything yet."

Looking at the unstable face, Tang En felt that this was really not his former face. “Don’t you feel insulted, and then you’re angry?”

"I'm different from you. I'm not used to quarreling with people." Tang He drank the glass of water, then turned around and walked out. "I'll go back first."

Tang En, holding the wine glass, grinned behind him. Somehow, he thought of the red note posted on the refrigerator door again.

"Must win" and those three big exclamation marks.
Chapter completed!