Chapter 262: Relax

With two days left before the Champions League final, Forest arrived in Paris early.

"Paris, the fashion capital. Anelka, how does it feel to go home?" Ribery asked his compatriots.

Anelka looked at the view outside the car window and said lightly: "It's not bad."

He was not born in Paris, but his first professional football club was Paris Saint-Germain. He spent enough time in Paris and still has his house in Paris.

"Hey, I said, don't chat in French, we don't know what you are talking about." Ashley Yang on the side was very depressed.

"What a beautiful French girl..." Eastwood whistled at the fashionable beauties walking by the road outside.

"Freddy, you are a father of two children, be careful about your image." Tang En joked with the player in front, causing laughter in the carriage.

Everyone on the team looks relaxed, with one exception.

While he was talking to Eastwood, Donn looked at George Wood sitting in the back row. He was staring at the Paris street scene outside the window and was ecstatic. He didn't care about what had just happened in the car.

Tang En sighed in his heart.

Originally, George Wood didn't have to come with the team because he couldn't participate in the final. But Don En still insisted on bringing him with him, hoping to use this method to show that he is an important member of the team.

This approach looks more like a kind of comfort, but it is better to have comfort than nothing. Wood must feel like an outsider, and everyone can look forward to the finals of the Champions League, but he can't.

And most importantly, Donn cannot comfort Wood now. He cannot walk to Wood's seat in full view, then pat his shoulder and said, "It's okay, George. Even if you can't play, you are a member of the team.

"Then everyone's attention will be on Wood, and that's exactly what Wood doesn't want to happen.

Except for looking at Wood from a distance and sighing in his heart, Tang En couldn't do anything.

When the team bus arrived at the hotel where they were staying, many media were already waiting there.

This final has long been characterized by the media as a "decisive battle between artistic football and utilitarian football."

Barcelona naturally represents artistic football, while Nottingham Forest is considered a representative of utilitarianism because it has always insisted on defensive counterattacks and beautiful football, which has ugly scenes.

Don En was very dissatisfied with this. He did not deny that his team was a bit utilitarian, but he hated the media's simple and crude opposition between the two teams. He placed Barcelona on the altar and worshiped him.

But he used Nottingham Forest as a target for criticism.

What's wrong with playing ugly? I can win if I play ugly. So what about playing artistically? Don't look at the current scenery of Barcelona, ​​who will not know who will be in a few years?

Tang En, the first to get off the bus, just stepped onto the ground with his feet. Countless microphones stretched out from both sides of the passage to his mouth. The problems were thrown at him one by one, and there was no newness. Most of them were related to Wood's absence.

As the game approaches, the topic of Wood's absence from the final has heated up. Everyone wants to see how the Forest team, which started with defense, will deal with Barcelona after missing the most important defensive players in the team.

"How to deal with it? Don't you know when the game is over?" While squeezing forward, Tang En answered similar questions unfriendly.

"Mr. Done. As we all know, your team has always been defending to enter the finals. So will Wood's absence make you more active in seeking offense?" someone in the crowd asked at the top of his voice.

When Tang En heard this question, he stopped and turned his eyes to the direction where the sound came. The question touched his reverse scale, making him look for great opportunities and excuses that had been unhappy these days.

"Who asked this question just now?"

A bald man stood up. "World Sports News reporter..."

He planned to introduce himself, but he asked Donn to interrupt directly. "The media in Catalonia? No wonder. Why, do you look down on defense? Do you think it is embarrassing for us to reach the finals by defense? Barcelona is very artistic and offensive.

If you have the ability, please suggest Rijkaard not to roster guards and goalkeepers play, to the end of the offensive, to the end of the art? How many years have you been reporting on football? Do you know football? Who are you?" Tang En almost continued to say "your mother's surname is the one". Fortunately, he suppressed the anger in his heart at the critical moment and did not swear.

"Do you know what defense is? Do you understand the significance of defense to modern football? Are you unhappy when we rely on defense to enter the finals? Do you think it will be a headache for you to support the Earth team in the face of our defense, so you say that?"

The scolding was rising, and Tang En simply stopped leaving.

He put his suitcase on the ground and stretched out his finger to calculate the Barcelona reporter in front of him: "Look at what you media wrote - the final battle between art football and utilitarian football! We are utilitarian? Let me calculate for you. From the quarterfinals, how many goals did Barcelona score? Six! How many of us in Nottingham Forest? We scored five in the quarterfinals!" He opened his palms, more than in front of the poor reporter.

"By the end of the semi-finals, we scored nine goals! Don't you always like to use the number of goals to measure whether a team's offense is strong? We scored nine, and there were six in Barcelona. Who is utilitarian? Who is offensive?"

Someone whistled in the crowd. It was a schadenfreshing and booing. Everyone liked to see Don Eun doing this. Because it meant that they would soon have exciting news reports.

When the players got off the bus, they saw the head coach pointing at a reporter's nose and scolded him, and they all stopped to watch the fun. Chris Lack urged them to enter the hotel quickly. Don't waste time here.

"My team is not a circus for entertainment. I have no obligation to satisfy the little hobbies of you. I only care about my supporters and the board of directors' evaluations. The championship trophy is my goal. I don't care whether it looks good or not.

Art Football? I'm not Picasso and Van Gogh. Goodbye, Mr. Barcelona."

After venting his anger, Tang En pulled up the box again and turned around and left the bustling entrance of the hotel.

"Wow. Boss is so cool..." Lennon was stunned.

"I can foresee what the front page headlines of major media tomorrow..." Albertini said next to him, with a lot of helplessness in his tone.

Before the finals were played, Nottingham Forest became the focus of media attention... To be precise, their head coach Tony

Don En became the focus of everyone's attention. Spanish media criticized Don En's speech at the hotel door yesterday, believing that he lacked basic respect, was arrogant and talked nonsense.

The media in Nottingham and even England support Donn. They strive to shape him into a personality coach, and promote him to say that because of his straightforward temper...

As for other neutral media, they were happily rushing to report on the matter with a lively mood. Some media titles were very talented - the war between Tony Donn and Barcelona.

Readers can see this as a challenge to the Barcelona team alone, or as a challenge to the city of Barcelona like Don Gilleshode and the Catalonia it represents.

In short, because Tang Endi was impulsive, the focus of attention and the firepower of his opponent media were focused on him.

David Chris Lack was very puzzled by this. He knew that Don Eun had a bad temper when facing the media, and also knew that Don Eun was in a bad mood recently.

Perhaps because the war was approaching, he was a little nervous and nervous... But the reporter's problem at that time did not blatantly criticize the forest team's conservative tactics.

He was much more polite about comments written in newspapers with other media, and he didn't understand why Tang En was so angry.

The next day, Tang En specially called the waiter to give him a tip and asked him to go out and buy all the sports newspapers that can be bought. Then he turned all the newspapers he bought to the page with his own photos and news, and placed them neatly on the bed.

The sunlight outside the window shines in and shines on the bed. He can't understand French or Spanish, but it does not prevent him from appreciating his photos.

Just like admiring artworks. He stood beside the bed, tilting his head to look at the newspapers that smelled ink.

So when David Chris Lark knocked in, he felt very strange when he saw this scene.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

"As you see, read the newspaper." Tang En's head was not tilted and continued to read the newspapers placed on the bed.

"That's how?" Chris Lack came over and tilted his head to see it like Donn, but he didn't see anything except those eye-catching photos.

"Can you understand?" he asked.

"I don't need to understand. I can guess what they wrote. It's just the old things... Do you want me to retell them for you?"

Chris Lack shook his head: "I'm just about to ask you, Tony. I didn't think anything about you getting angry at the hotel door yesterday, it was strange. Or... I think you're getting angry too suddenly."

"Emotional venting is not a game, you have to warm up in advance..." Tang En walked over, pointed to the newspaper on the bed and said, "Look, it's all my photos and my name. They are all discussing me.

Whether you support me or scold me, all the focus is me..."

"You are famous. Tony. But you don't need to be famous..."

"Do you think I'm just going to be famous? Then I might as well take off all my clothes and pants on the Eiffel Tower and do bungee jumping." Tang En put away the newspaper, freed up the bed, and then threw himself on the bed.

He looked at Chris Lack, who was still standing on the side, and asked, "How are the players' emotions?"

“All are pretty good.”

"Are they nervous?"

"Several people are nervous, but not all."

"Is everything OK?"

Chrislake nodded: "I think it's the land."

"Where are those reporters?"

"We are trying every means to interview you."

Hearing the assistant coach say this, Tang En laughed. "Let them find it."

"Hey, Tony, you haven't answered my questions yet."

“What’s the problem?”

"Why did you suddenly get that ignorant?"

"Why... I just hope the media can focus on me and leave some space for the team. Now it seems that I'm doing a good job. Finally, no one will ask questions about those damn tactics and Wood's absence from the game.

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Tang En turned over and sat up from the bed: "Let's go, David. Lunch time is up."

During lunch, the team was discussing the incident of Tang En getting angry with the reporter yesterday. Tang En announced another news: Free activities in the afternoon.

Players can go out shopping or do anything else. In short, try not to stay in the hotel room, and then go back to the hotel at 5:30 and gather to go to the French Stadium for training to adapt to the venue.

Due to the TV broadcasting factor, the final must be held at night. In order to make the team adapt to the feeling of playing games, Tang En also puts training time to that time period.

The decision was responded by the players with cheers.

Come to Paris, where there are many beautiful women. No one wants to lock himself in a hotel room. Young people all want to go out and have fun.

Only Chrisla can whisper to Donne below: "Tony, the game will be the day after tomorrow..."

"I know that it is precisely because of this that they need to relax. The nervous mood is not conducive to the game. It is no longer the era of hotels, training grounds and courts. They have their own entertainment methods and must respect this."

After lunch and a short lunch break, the players of the Forest team went out together.
To be continued...