Chapter 32: I'm ready, where are you?

On May 11, it was sunny and the highest temperature in the afternoon was 31 degrees. The last round of the English Premier League kicked off at 3:30 pm.

Tony Donn got up from bed at seven o'clock. His wife got up earlier than him and was busy making breakfast for him in the kitchen.

Instead of reporters dressing and washing, he sat on the bed and sat for a while. Is this day no different from any normal day? No, this is a special day. It is not because this day has to decide the title of the championship, but the complexity of the title.

He was in a daze in the bed, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

After a while of silence, he rubbed his face and jumped off the bed.

A new day begins. When the day ends, what will he feel like?

When Shania saw Tang En come down, she leaned over and gave a good morning kiss. Tang En curled her lips: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

During breakfast, Shania kept reminding Tang En not to be too excited. Even if she didn't win the league championship, it was not a big deal.

Tang En thought it was too unlucky for Shania to say this, so he had a dark face: "Can't you say something nice?"

Shania rolled her eyes: "You were so nervous early in the morning. What should you do when the game comes soon?"

"Am I nervous?" Tang En laughed in silence, but soon he couldn't laugh because he felt his heart beating faster than usual.

Shania found that Tang En suddenly became silent again, so she looked up at him.

Tang En smiled awkwardly: "It seems that he is really nervous..."

Shania put her forehead up, held Tang En's head, and smiled at him: "I know you like champions, but don't worry me too much."

Tang En nodded slightly.

When Bentner sat up from the bed, his teammates who lived in the same room were still sleeping soundly in the bed. It seemed that they had a crazy time last night, and the smell of alcohol was sensible.

Ashley Young's concerns are likely to become a reality this afternoon - Manchester City will be powerless to stop Arsenal in this way. At that time, Nottingham Forest will not help even if it beat Sunderland 90:0 at the City Stadium.

He turned his head to look at Robinho who was not sleeping very honestly. The Brazilian nightlife was so rich... He should be surprised that he could still sleep here, not by a woman.

Bentner jumped out of bed in his underwear, then suddenly pulled open the confined curtains. Suddenly, the bright sunlight rushed into the dim room and shot directly to Robinio's face.

Robinho blinked in his sleep, and he was awakened by such brilliant sunshine.

"Who turned on the light?" He covered his face with one hand. He asked in a daze with his eyes narrowed.

"Robbie, it's dawn." Bentner replied loudly with great spirit.

The confused Brazilian finally became a little more awake.

"It's dawn?" He blinked hard, and saw clearly that the light that woke him was not the light, but the sun. He muttered: "What time is it?"

"Seven half past seven." Bentner grinned at him.

"Oh, damn..." Robinho's body that had just been supported fell on the bed again, "So early! Let me sleep for a while..."

"It's time to have breakfast, Robbie." Bentner pretended to be confused.

"Go..." Robinho, who was lying on the bed, pulled the cup over to cover half of his body. He waved his hand weakly and moaned weakly. "Stop worrying about me..."

"What time are you going to sleep?"

"Sleep until you wake up naturally..." After saying this, Robinho fell asleep again.

Bentner spread his hands beside him and shrugged helplessly.

He believes that Robinho is definitely not an exception. Many Manchester City players were like this last night. McLaren didn't care. In his opinion, the team completed the task ahead of schedule, and the last round of the league was irrelevant, so it was natural for the players to relax. As long as these players did not go out to find women, what is the point of drinking? In English football. If you don't know how to drink, you are embarrassed to say that you are a professional player!

Robinho is the starter of this game...

Tony Donn has been arrogant for eleven years and is finally going to be retribution this time. Arsenal will face a Manchester City team that surrendered before the game.

Logically speaking, he was happy to see it, but he had no pleasure in his heart.

After washing and dressing, I saw Ashley Yang walking out of the next room yawning.

"Good morning...ho"

Tears were squeezed out.

"Didn't you go to bed very early? Why haven't you woke up?" Bentner felt strange.

"Don't mention it..." Ashley Yang looked painful, "Sean was extremely excited last night and insisted on pulling me to play studs. He is the boss of the team, and I can't refuse..." He said. He yawned again.

"Who's winning?"

"I..." Yang's face was not as happy as winning money, "Sean bastard said that if he couldn't win, I wouldn't want to sleep... But his card skills were so bad! In the end, I finally tried very hard to make him win a game, and it was already three o'clock..."

Ashley Young's pain made Bentner sympathize with him. Fortunately, Robinho's interest in women and alcohol was more than pulling his roommate to play cards and betting money.

Even the team captain Sean Wright Phillips is like this, and the team's combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Bentner and the listless Ashley Young walked towards the elevator and prepared to have breakfast.

"If I fall asleep on the dining table in a while, you will wake me up."

"I think you won't fall asleep, you will poke a fork into your nostrils. Ha!" Bentner laughed. "You will be the first professional player in history to hurt yourself with a fork while eating!"

"What are you afraid of... I won't play anyway. Maybe this will be better, it hurts myself. I don't even need to come on as a substitute..." Ashley Yang muttered into the elevator.

There were only two of them in the elevator in such a huge land, which seemed empty.

"Ah--" Ashley Young stretched, "There is still a game. I'm relieved. Goodbye Manchester City, I don't miss it at all! Hey, Nicklas, don't you think about your future plans?"

Bentner remained silent.

Ashley Young didn't expect Bentner's answer, he leaned against the elevator wall, feeling a little coldly that made his sleepiness disappear.

He suddenly fell into an inexplicable memory, remembering that he was wearing a red jersey to compete in the world, and the salary he received was far from being as good as that of now. But he felt happy...

I wonder if Bentner will have the same idea now?

Wenger slowly slaps coffee in the hotel restaurant where she is staying and rests with his assistants. The players have just finished their early lunch and are returning to their room to rest.

His assistant coach Pat Rice brought him good news: "Someone told me that he saw Manchester City players indulge in the bar until the second half of the night. We met an opponent who was hopeless. The game was sure to win!"

Wenger smiled and refuted him: "You can't say this after the last second of the football game, Pat." But this rebuttal was not convincing. Even he himself felt that Manchester City was so casual and was simply unthreatening.

Pat didn't take this warning seriously. He said happily: "I'm thinking about Tony Don now. He is so pitiful. His team is desperately trying to win the game. He must have never expected that our opponent would be like this. Even I think it's a bit too much for me to be lucky. Maybe this year we are really destined to win the championship!"

After hearing what he said, Wenger pondered for a while and ordered: "Don't tell the players about their opponents. Don't let reporters contact them, those reporters will only mess things up. Let us players think that Manchester City is still the same as usual and need to do our best. I don't want to be in this game with pride and underestimation of the enemy."

Pat Les nodded. He knew Wenger's temper. Acena was not the kind of person who was so proud.

When Wenger and his assistants were resting in the hotel and talking about their afternoon rival, Donn also received a call from Pierce Bruce.

"Well, Tony... I don't know if I should tell you something..." Bruce on the phone hesitated.

Tang En felt that today's day was abnormal, and he was a little impatient.

"If you have anything, just say it, Mr. Reporter."

"I heard that the whole Manchester City team was in the bar all night yesterday..."

Tang En grinned and laughed silently. “This is not surprising, Mr. Journalist. The news is getting worse and worse.”

"Aren't you worried about the fate of you and the Forest?"

Tang En simply laughed out loud this time: "Can I still fly to London, pinch McLaren's neck, and ask him to fight with all his strength. Can I show off my sports spirit?"

These words made Bruce speechless.

"Mr. Reporter, I don't care where you got this news, but I hope you don't use it to bother my players."

Bruce agreed.

"Very good, thank you for calling me for telling me this." Donne hung up after thanking Bruce.

"Whose phone number, Tony?" Chris Lack asked him as Donn walked back.

"An old friend, come and care about our prospects for winning the championship." Tang En made excuses. He pointed to the lobby of the hotel and said, "Tell the security guard. Help me drive out the reporters. My team needs sufficient rest. I don't want to see any disturbances in the situation."

Chris Lack and the hotel security guards were not surprised by Donne's sudden decision. They all knew what kind of head coach Tony Donne was, and fighting against the media was a part of his life, as normal as eating and sleeping.

In the eyes of the media, the reason why Tang En did this is obvious - he was nervous. This strong coach who never showed weakness in front of others finally had nervous moments... This is something worth hype.

Tang En doesn't care what others think of him. He wants to ensure that his players will not be disturbed by these messy things before stepping onto the court. No matter what happens there, my team cannot shake their determination to win the championship. Even if there is only 0.000000000001% hope, he must try his best to strive for it.

At 3:30 pm, the last round of the 13-14 English Premier League will be kicked off at the same time.  There are 45 minutes left before the start of the game.  Four buses drove out from four different hotels and drove towards their destination.

Two of them headed to Emirates Stadium, while the other two headed to the city Stadium.

The Nottingham Woodland bus was a little quiet, which was different from the usual home game. Perhaps this special last round made everyone lose the interest in talking.

Tang En was also sitting alone in the front seat, turning his head and looking out the window silently. Even the soul of his team is like this, let alone his subordinates.

Until the stadium, the dull atmosphere in the car was broken by Chris Lack's loud voice: "Get out of the car quickly and change clothes. I'm ready to warm up!"

Tang En jumped out of the car the last time. He looked at the media and fans gathered around him, and did not wave or stop to accept interviews from reporters. He followed the team into the corridor.

When Bentner got out of the car, his sight was full of Arsenal fans wearing red and white jerseys, and blue Manchester City fans were dotted, and he had already lost in terms of numbers and momentum.

Arsenal fans are shouting at Manchester City players. Waving fists and slogans and scarves in their hands, putting pressure on Manchester City players.

Seeing this scene, Bentner wanted to laugh.

You don’t have to work so hard, we have already raised the white flag...
To be continued...