Chapter 31: More and less bad luck

"The weather is good today." On the Wilford training ground, Bell set up a pergola and squinted his eyes to look at the sky. From his vision and residence, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. "We will play in such a good weather in the last round of the league."

"That's good. I hate the rain." It was Shahin who said this. As a skilled midfielder and frontcourt player, slippery court was a torture for him.

The team has just finished a training session and is getting together to rest.

The atmosphere inside the Forest team has always been very good, so even during training intervals, they will get together to chat.

The topic naturally shifted to the ownership of the league champion.

The players of Nottingham Forest are quite rational. Everyone knows that the decision to decide the league championship is not based on their team.

"I called Bentner yesterday." Bell said this, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

"I asked him if he started. He said he would definitely start. Then I hope he can do his best to beat Arsenal..."

"You actually beg him?" Pepe said disdainfully. Until now, there are still people in the team who can't stand Bentner's behavior of defecting from the team.

"So many years have passed... Is it a friend or a friend." Bell curled his lips, "It's not worth asking. I just asked him to show off his sports spirit..."

"How did he answer?" Some teammates were more interested in Bentner's reaction.

"He didn't agree or refused."

Pepe snorted from the side again: "Look at how he looks now. What did he get after leaving the forest? There is no championship, no honor for so many years.   Every year of playing in the League Cup is the highest pursuit..."

Bell knew that Pepe looked down on Bentner, so he didn't continue talking.

Wood, who had been listening to the side, said, "Don't care about what others are doing, we just need to win this game." He said this very right, but it's meaningless. Simply put, it's "nonsense". Everyone did not have the interest to continue discussing this topic, and soon turned to it again.

"If...I mean if...what if, if we don't win the league, how can the boss eat the table?" Ibisevic tried his best to make his tone sound like he was joking.

But everyone stared at him with their eyes.

"Uh, okay, let's not talk about this..." Ibisevic raised his hands and threw them at him.

"Hey, are you under great pressure? Tomorrow's game..." It was Woodgate who said this.

"Are you under a lot of pressure?" someone next to him asked immediately.

Woodgate said honestly: "Big."

"I'm fine..." Pepe lay on the grass with a straw in his mouth. "As long as we win the game, whether we can win the championship depends on the result of the game between Arsenal and Manchester City. Thinking of this, I don't have much pressure. But I still have to say that it's very unhappy to leave my destiny to others to take charge of it."

"I'm not happy either."

“So too.”

A group of people agreed.

Pepe looked at the white clouds in the blue sky and murmured: "No matter how stressed we are, we can't be more powerful... Every time I see the boss, I think. I will definitely not be a coach after retirement, at least I won't be a head coach..."

When everyone heard him, they looked over and the boss was talking to the coaches in the coaches on the other side.

"I always feel that the team is a bit lacking in fighting spirit..." Eastwood, as a coach who has just come from a full-time player, is obviously better at his teammates than other coaches.

Donn didn't say anything. Just looked over there. Chris Lack smiled and said, "What do you think should be, Freddy? Do you all come together to shout slogans?"

Eastwood didn't care about Chris Lack's words, and he frowned and said, "Maybe it's the reality that we can't ensure the championship even if we win the ball, making everyone feel that it's useless even if we work hard..."

Chris Lack also wanted to express his objection, he thought Eastwood was worried. He led the Forest team for almost ten years. Naturally, he knew this team better than anyone else. But Tang En spoke first: "You said it well. Don't talk about them. Sometimes when I think about this reality, I don't have much fighting spirit..."

Chris Lack opened his mouth wide and looked at Donn in surprise.

Tang En lowered his head, was silent for a while before saying again: "I fucking hate this feeling... I hand over my destiny to others, and I am still a person I hate. Very powerless."

Eastwood looked at the head without saying anything, he could understand this feeling. Because he was the same.

"I have many ways to guarantee that we will win Sunderland, both tactical and psychological. But I feel very bored now. Do you think Wenger will give us such a chance? Will they make mistakes? If I were Wenger, I would ask the team to defend as long as they score a goal. There is no difference between 1:0 and 5:0 at this time." Done said to his colleagues, "The FA has prepared two plans. They took two championship trophys to the Emirates Stadium and us. But the trophys brought to us is a replica. Everyone thinks that the possibility of Arsenal losing the championship is too small."

"A month ago, I promised everyone a bright tomorrow, where we can win three championships, the FA Cup and the Champions League.  Become an amazing triple crown. But now it seems.   The probability is too small, no wonder they feel that they have no fighting spirit."

Tang En looked at his watch.   The rest time was over, and his face immediately changed: "Okay, forget what I said just now, don't let them see anything abnormal.   Continue training!"

He regained his vitality in an instant. Eastwood once saw a similar scene, after Nottingham Forest's 3-2 away victory over Aston Villa in the 31st round. Don was also tired first and then regained his vitality in an instant, which was completely different.

Is this a way for him to self-regulate?

"Okay, today's training has ended here. I hope you don't play outside too late and get off early." Tang En spoke to the team before finishing the training, "Tomorrow's game is very important. The effort of a season depends on those ninety minutes. But don't be too nervous. It's just a league game."

Tang En waved his hand and let the team disband.

He was the last person to leave the training base. He drove away after packing his things alone. When he drove to the entrance of the training base, he saw Pierce Bruce waiting at the door. After seeing him come out, Bruce quickly waved to him.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Journalist? I'm in a hurry to go home, and it's not good to let my wife wait for a hurry."

"The media has been very calm these two days. I want to ask you. Tony, don't you really say something?" Bruce came over and asked.

"say what?"

"We all thought you were going to play again... I would like to express my opinions on Wenger and Arsenal, and put some pressure on Manchester City..."

Donn looked at Bruce, thought for a while, and said, "Okay. I just wish Arsenal a league championship. To be honest, I don't think Manchester City can pose any threat to Arsenal. They have qualified for the League Cup and are not willing to ask for it. Besides, you know that Manchester City and us have always been very nervous... I am mentally prepared enough. It is natural for Arsenal to win Manchester City. After all, the two teams are not on the same level. Of course, when we play against Sunderland, we will definitely win. I said we will have a victory to say goodbye to the city stadium. "

After saying that, he pointed to Bruce's small notebook: "Have you remembered it all?"

"It's gone?" Bruce was a little surprised.

"It's all that. You can publish it intact. Anyway, there's still one day."

After dealing with Bruce, Don drove away.

Looking at the words he wrote down, Bruce really couldn't find anything worth hype... He said the truth. First of all, Arsenal and Manchester City are not on the same level. Secondly, Manchester City did qualify for the League Cup in advance. It can be said that they have no desires in this last game. Third, it is also true that Manchester City and Nottingham Forest have a bad relationship. They don't need to beat Arsenal in an unnecessary game and let the Forests reach the top. They are not the living Lei Feng of the new century.

4. Now Manchester City's head coach is McLaren. The personal grudge between this man and Don is enough to write a book. What reason does he have to fight Arsenal to help Don? He may even deliberately give Arsenal three points. Then he looked proudly at how Don't eat the table. Fifth, Bentner and Ashley Young and Don't have a good relationship, and there is no need for them to beat Arsenal to help Don't win the championship. Although Nottingham Forest is their parent team, after leaving for many years, the little love is gone. Sixth...

No need to analyze it anymore. If this continues, Manchester City did not take the initiative to play an own goal and it would be considered a great gift to Tony and Done.

"What kind of psychological warfare is this?" Bruce frowned.   When did the truth become a means of psychological warfare?

"George. Tomorrow is the last round of the league, right?" During dinner, Sophia asked about her son.

Wood nodded.

"I watched TV and said you have little hope of winning the championship?"

Wood nodded again.

"Then..." Sophia hesitated, "Why didn't Mr. Tang En eat the table in front of the media?"

Wood looked up at his mother. “It’s just that hope is very small. It’s not that there is no hope at all, mom. Don’t worry.”

"But if you and Arsenal both win, then isn't the championship still theirs?"

"Arsenal may also lose or draw. They are not bound to win either."

Sophia wanted to say something, but when she saw the expression on her son's face, she chose to shut up. She didn't know much about football. Since her son said there was hope, then believe her son.

Gareth Bale recently found a girlfriend. The girl was not a public figure, but an ordinary beautiful girl, and a college student. The two met at a dance and then fell in love. They were in love. The girl liked Bale's identity as a star, which made her feel very proud in front of her classmates.

Tonight, Bell had dinner with her at the place where the girl lived, and then when the girl was hoping that they would spend a passionate night, Bell suddenly suggested that he was going home.

"Go home?" The girl stared at Bell with wide eyes, as if she had heard something incredible.

"Yes, I have to go home."

"Oh, don't do this. Gareth. You're not a child. Do you have to go home to sleep at 9:30 every night?" My girlfriend put her delicate body on Bell, hoping to keep her boyfriend with her sexy body. "Your parents are not with you. Even if you spend the night with me, they won't say anything..."

That's right. Bell has moved out of his home and lives alone. And he hasn't stayed at his girlfriend. But tonight is very special.

Bell printed his lips on his girlfriend's mouth, but what disappointed her was that he did not put his tongue in, but moved it away just like a dragonfly.

"Not today, Shannon."

Bell broke away from the girl's arms, and he could still feel his girlfriend's disappointment.

"Because tomorrow is the last round?" Shannon sat on the bed and looked at her boyfriend.

Bell looked back at her. It was summer. Shannon was only wearing a suspender dress. Now the suspender has slid to his shoulders, revealing a large piece of white breasts. If you lower it, you can see the bright redness. Her figure is so good... Bell exclaimed mentally. But such temptation is useless to him.

Gareth Bell nodded.

The girl suddenly became a little willful, and she asked loudly: "For you. Do you love football or me?"

Bell was asked by such a question. He didn't think it was difficult to answer this question. He just didn't expect Shannon to ask such a lack of standards...

He looked at the beautiful girl who was almost stripped naked. He shrugged: "Tonight to tomorrow, I love football more."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out with great strides.

The girl who felt insulted grabbed the pillow and smashed it at the door. Then she threw everything she could throw on the bed on the ground, and then lay on the bed and cried sadly. She and Bell had known each other for three months, and this was the first time she saw him so heartless.

It seems that I have been sleeping with him, and I can't just say that I know him...

Bentner and Ashley Young sat in the bar on the second floor of the hotel, where their teammates were relaxing. Drink, play billiards, chat, and dance to the explosive music. The team's goals this season have been achieved, and this last round of the league is more like a formality - everyone can just pack their luggage and go on vacation after playing 90 minutes of games.

Bentner knew that in another hotel not far apart, Arsenal players must enter the room early to rest under the supervision of head coach Wenger. Compared to them, Manchester City's teammates seemed to be on vacation in London.

A teammate came over with beer shakingly and asked loudly: "Niclas, how do you spend summer?"

"Go home." Bentner replied.

“It’s so boring…”
To be continued...