Chapter 87: If I can’t win, I will jump into the sea!

As the referee blew three whistles representing the end of the game, a huge cheer burst out from the city stadium. All the Forest fans stood up from their seats, raised their arms, waved them to the sky, and sang the Forest team's song loudly.

Although this is not the first time they have reached the Champions League final, they will not think that such a victory will be too many times.

"We have the opportunity to prove ourselves again, telling the world that last season's final was just an accident, and the red of Nottingham Forest will surely become the mainstream color of European football in the future!"

The Nottingham narrator shouted passionately on the radio inside the police car.

The young policeman lay beside the car door and listened attentively, while the old policeman turned his eyes to the city court not far ahead. The lights were bright and the joy was shocking.

I really want to be on the scene at this time...that must be great!

The walkie-talkie on the shoulder made a rustling sound: "...0415, the game is over, the fans will leave the court immediately, pay attention to maintaining order, and it will be finished."

“0415 Understand, it’s over.”

He recycled the young man who was fascinated by the pats and heard it: "Get up and work, young man."

"Ah? OK..." The young policeman was still a little reluctant.

The heartbroken Chelsea fans have begun to leave the court, and the Forest fans are still in the stands and sing to celebrate their victory.

Don ended his celebration and walked to Mourinho.

This time, Mourinho did not dodge, but stood there waiting for Don En to come over to shake hands.

Tang En was a little surprised by this.

He walked up to Mourinho and said, "I thought you would turn around and leave."

"If you hope so, I don't mind turning around and leaving now." Mourinho said expressionlessly.

Tang En quickly stretched out his hand: "If you want to leave, hold your hand first."

Mourinho stretched out his hand with a stern face, touched Don Eun's palm and immediately separated. After the post-match ceremony, he left the city stadium without looking back. Chelsea players had already left the court in a hurry, and now there are only the forest fans and players who are caring for the whole time.

Don Eun bid farewell to Mourinho and avoided the pursuit of the reporters. He walked on the field to celebrate the victory with his own players.

They ran from this stands to that stands, and kept waving to thank the fans.

At first there was only a song in the stands, but later a sound gradually sounded, repeating it intermittently in the song, and everyone quickly heard it. It was a word.

"Athens!"

Later, the singing gradually disappeared, and the shout became the only voice on and off the court.

Whether it is the fans or players, even the busy stadium cleaners, they all stopped their work and shouted with everyone.

"Athens! Athens! Athens! Athens--!!"

Outside the stadium, Chelsea fans who left the stadium were somewhat surprised and looked back at the small stadium, where they could clearly hear the roar of "Athens".

Next to the police car number 0415, the two policemen on duty also looked up. The stadium surrounded by brilliant lights seemed to be still craters that continued to emit heat.

The sound became louder and louder, and rushed out of the city court, wrapped in the evening breeze blowing from the Sherwood Forest, crossed the Trent Bridge outside the city court, and spread in all directions. It spread throughout every corner of Nottingham.

In the bar, in taxis, in the residences of ordinary residents, and in the TV specialty areas of large shopping malls. This sound stirred the hearts of all Forest fans, making them unable to help but raise their arms and shout loudly.

"Athens! Athens! Athens! Athens--!!"

On the second day, the sports page of the Nottingham Evening Post had a huge title that occupied half of the page, and that big and outrageous title had only one word-

Athens!

Needless to say, everyone knows that after the fierce battle between Nottingham Forest and Chelsea, the Nottingham Forest went to Athens.

This was inspired by Pierce Blues, but it received surprisingly good results. This issue of the Nottingham Evening Post was sold out at various newsstands. Compared to those articles that reported on how the game last night was like. This title is more direct to the hearts of the people, making all Nottingham Forest fans involuntarily recall the passionate night of yesterday.

Athens! Athens! Athens! Athens-!!

After receiving the newspaper, this sound seemed to echo in my ears again, making people unable to help but want to raise their arms and shout again.

Real Forest fans don’t need to watch other media describe how the game last night with text and pictures. They watched it all. Now all they need is to fully vent their inner emotions.

When Donn went out to pick up newspapers in the morning, the neighbors on the street all raised his latest Nottingham Evening Post when they saw him and shouted to him: "Athens!!"

Tang En smiled. Waves thanks.

Get the newspaper back. Don Eun flips to the sports version while eating the simple breakfast he made. He saw Bruce's creativity and laughed.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hey, it's Mr. 007. "Tang En was in a good mood and joked with Pierce Bruce who called him.

"Tony, I want you to accept an exclusive interview with me."

Tang En looked at the title given by the boy in the newspaper and nodded: "I'm fine, but are you sure that now is the best time to interview?"

Bruce didn't understand what Done meant, "Ah? Why not? Your team has just reached the Champions League final for the second consecutive year, and this is not something anyone can do..."

"No, I mean, if you conduct an exclusive interview with me now and then post it tomorrow, what tricks do you want to continue to hype in a few weeks?"

"Hmm? A few more weeks?"

"Yes, in a few weeks, after the final of the Champions League. What do you plan to do when facing the new European champion? Will you have another interview with the cold rice, Mr. Reporter?" Tang En simply pried his feet on the table and leaned on the back of the chair and teased Bruce.

There was a scream on the other side, and then it fell into silence.

Tang En was not in a hurry, and took the phone and continued to read his newspaper.

After a while, Blues' voice sounded again on the phone: "Tony. Are you so sure that your team can win the championship? What if you can't win the championship? Our newspaper always needs to prepare two plans..."

"Don't prepare, just a set of winning plans." Tang En's tone was unquestionable. "If I can't win the Champions League, I will jump directly from the Aegean Sea!"

Bruce was stunned for a moment: "You are really good at joking, Tony..."

"No, I'm serious. You can even spread this sentence in the newspapers so that everyone knows me, Tony Donn promised to jump out of the Aegean Sea if I can't win the Champions League!" Seeing that Bruce did not say anything, Donn added, "If you don't believe it, I can also invite all media participating in the Champions League to move to the beach after the competition and witness my jumping into the sea with my own eyes."

"Hey, Tony..." Bruce lowered his voice. "Are you crazy?!"

"You are crazy. As a supporter of the Forest team, you are so unconfident in your team."

"It's not that I don't have confidence... It's just that work is work, and feelings are emotions. It's a rule to prepare two sets of plans to deal with the two results before the major finals..."

Don Eun glanced at the huge title "Athens" in the newspaper, and shook his head: "Okay, I'll give you an idea. You can tell your boss this way: If Nottingham Forest doesn't win the Champions League, your plan is to leave most of the blank space in the sports version, and then write it in bold bold - 'Notingham Forest loses again and again, we have nothing to say'!"

After saying this, he forcibly cut off the phone.

"Bao, bah, bah!" He spitted three salivas on the ground. "It's so unlucky! Before the game was played, I thought about the loss first. This is different from the fact that every time Chinese football game, whenever they play, they say, "Even if we lose this time, we can still learn valuable experience and summarize the lessons from failure."

After scolding Chinese football, he simply packed up the tableware. Tang En got up and went out to knock on Tang's door.

It's time for them to leave. Go to Milan, Italy to watch the semi-finals on the spot and observe their opponents in the finals at close range.

"I didn't expect that... Nottingham Forest finally reached the final."

In Milan, after watching the semi-finals the day before, Ferguson chatted with the members of his coaching staff during training. Assistant coach Queroz was a little surprised that Forest could eliminate Chelsea. He always looked down on Don and his Forest team, so it would be normal to have such surprise performance. Perhaps it is because of many rumors from the outside world that Don En may be appointed as the successor by Ferguson. It makes him a little savory - he thinks he is the only candidate to replace Ferguson to take charge of Manchester United in the future.

"Nothing is surprising. Carlos." Ferguson said. "It is normal for both of them to enter the finals. Don't look down on the Forest team, otherwise you will suffer a loss sooner or later." He did not give Queroz any face. Ferguson enjoys absolute authority here, and no one dares to go against his will.

Queroz shut up and stopped talking.

With so many people scolded by Ferguson in front of the ground, he felt very embarrassed, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only hold his depression in his heart.

Ferguson has no time to care about Queroz's mental health. He is still talking to his coaches about the game last night because the final opponent who has already decided at this time will have a big battle with Forests if Manchester United can enter the finals.

No one will leave any effort at that time.

"Defensive counterattack...is really a good way to achieve results in the competition."

"Maybe we should play defensive counterattack with them in Milan?" Someone suggested.

Ferguson glanced at the man.

"Have Manchester United persisted in three seasons like Nottingham Forest?

Everyone shook their heads together after being stunned.

"It's the game tonight, and now I'm asking for a defensive counterattack? I saw that we collapsed first, but we were ourselves. Manchester United's football is like what it is, there is no need to learn from others." Ferguson said boldly, and he really has the confidence to say this. As the founder and guardian of the Red Devils, Manchester United's own style is free, wouldn't it become a clown who follows others?

"Okay, keep training!" Ferguson stood up. He said to Queroz, who was silent again, "Give me the video of yesterday's game and the first round of their two teams. After the evening game is over, we will study it carefully."

Queroz nodded.

"I'm not surprised that Nottingham Forest can enter the finals. I see that Tony Donn is not like an Englishman, but like us Italians." Ancelotti was surrounded by a large number of reporters in the hotel, and the two sides quickly talked about the game that just ended last night.

"Apart from that, I have no other opinion." Before the competition, Ancelotti was still very cautious. He didn't want everyone to focus on another team that had nothing to do with him.

"The game at night? I respect Ferguson, but the final victory will be AC ​​Milan."

After the interview was over, Ancelotti got up and walked towards the elevator. He wanted to go back to his room to rest for a while. It was just after noon, so I could hurry up and have lunch break to keep my mind awake during the evening game.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened in front of him. He was very surprised when he saw someone.

Tang En was chatting with Tang in the elevator. While waiting for the door to open. When the door had just opened a crack, he saw the person standing outside the door.

"Ha.  " Tang En laughed, "What a coincidence." He said to Tang next to him, "It turns out that this is the hotel in AC Milan, and I thought they all lived in their own home."

"Any team is the same. Tony." Tang reminded him, "before the game, the training ground, the hotel, the court three points and one line."

Ancelotti saw Donn chatting and laughing with his assistant coach, and his face became less and less good.

It wasn't because he met Tang En. It made him feel uncomfortable. It was because his team lived here, but the enemy's head coach also lived in. Can't he be able to peek at the latest trends of his team from a close distance?
To be continued...