Chapter 145: Mitchel

Mitcher's goal made the English fans who were still a little anxious before ecstatic. They hugged each other in the stands and cheered loudly. In faraway England, everyone who was following the game was shouting Mitcher's name and applauding him.

On the England coaching bench and bench, people also jumped up and rushed to the sidelines to waving their fists to release their emotions.

For the English, this is a happy moment. They are about to enter injury time and lead Spain 3:1, almost certain to advance to the final. If you have wine, you have to drink it, and if you have someone around you, you have to hug it.

But in this noisy and joyful atmosphere, Mitchel was the only one kneeling on the ground and did not participate.

The joy of advancing to the final has nothing to do with him, and after the semi-finals, his European Cup ended here.

At this time, he really couldn't laugh, even if he was a relatively optimistic person.

Rooney ran up and hugged his shoulder from behind, and knelt on the ground with him. “Beautiful job, Aaron!”

Mitcher did not respond to the praise from his seniors.

At this time, he even hoped that the semi-finals would be longer, and he didn't want to leave so early.

"Alon Mitchel. Although he has missed the final, he sent the team to the final with such a wonderful goal... It is really a pity that he cannot see him appear in the final at the Bernabeu..." John Motson said emotionally.

"England lost a sharp tooth, I don't know what impact this loss will bring them in the final..." After seeing Mitchel's goal, commentators from other countries said that they could not take Mitchel to the final. Donne might have a headache for a while.

Asenho spread his hands and shook his head helplessly. He had nothing to say in the face of such a concealment. England's counterattack was expected, but he did not expect Mitcher to choose such a shooting method. He was powerless to do anything.

Pikui stood in front of him, looking down at the grass, unable to see his expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Fabregas held his head with his hands and pursed his lips tightly. He could have predicted the team's failure. But when the powerful Spain faced England, he had almost no ability to fight back. What was wrong?

Perhaps Yero knew. From the beginning of the game, England's formation change was completely beyond his expectations. In response to such changes, his adjustment seemed too slow. He almost did nothing in the whole first half, and he watched England gain the advantage.

Sitting in the coach's seat, Yero had to admit painfully that as the head coach, he was still somewhat inexperienced... He did make adjustments during the halftime break, but all of them were in Tang En's calculations, and he was simply led by him and ran around.

Rather than saying that Tang En won tactically, experience prevailed.

Four minutes of injury time. Although the Spanish team knew that their hope of promotion was very slim, they were unwilling to let England go like this. In these four minutes, they completely bombarded England's penalty area. The English team all shrank their defense and defended the penalty area to the death.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, the Spanish players collapsed on the turf, while the English substitutes rushed into the stadium. Hug with their teammates and celebrated this historic moment.

"The competition is over! 3:1! England defeated Spain! Fifty years later, we once again entered the finals of the World Series! The champion, we are here!" John Motson shouted loudly. But his voice was already drowned in the louder cheers at the scene.

Done ran on the court and did not hug others, but ran straight to Mitcher. He stretched out his hands at him and gave him a solid hug.

"You did a pretty job, Aaron."

He stroked Mitcher's hair and comforted him who was lost in the joyful crowd.

Mitcher finally didn't hold back his tears, and wiped them all on Donn's suit and shirt. "I want to play the finals, boss..."

Faced with his crying, Tang En couldn't say anything, so he could only hug him tighter.

George Wood originally planned to comfort Mitcher, but he was slower and dragged by his enthusiastic teammates. When he saw Donn holding Mitcher and saying something, he stopped and watched quietly from a distance.

On such a night, even if a million people are happy, they cannot make the young man in front of them happy.

Wood felt someone touching his arm. He looked back and found it was Fabregas. He pointed to Wood's jersey: "Swap?"

Wood took off his jersey and handed it over without saying a word.

Fabregas also handed his jersey to Wood.

"You guys played well. About Mitchel. I'm sorry, that's not my decision..." Fabregas tried to comfort Wood in a bad mood.

Wood shook his head: "If it were me, I would have done that."

"If it were you? Do you mean foul or lure the other party into foul?"

"Metropolis." Wood hung Fabregas's jersey on his shoulder.

Fabregas knew that this was not Wood who was polite, he really would do that. So he smiled and felt that he was a bit stupid to say that to Wood. How could he forget what kind of person the other party was? To achieve his goal, this was what their "leader" Tony Don has been teaching them. When did the winner need a loser to sympathize with?

"I wish you good luck, the finals will definitely not be easy. But I will cheer you on." Fabregas patted Wood on the shoulder. This pair of opponents who have been enemies in the Premier League for more than ten years, and they seem to have known each other for a long time outside the game. "I hope that the team will be the champion. If it is the runner-up, we can't afford to lose that person."

He waved his hand and said goodbye to the winner Wood.

At the post-match press conference, Donn specifically talked about Mitcher. After praising his performance, he also admitted that he had lost such an excellent local center in the final. It was a big blow to himself.

When the reporter talked about Largo clearly going for Wood, between Wood and Mitcher, asking him to choose to give up one person and which one would he choose, he replied: "I don't give up any one."

In England, since Mitcher is bound to miss the final, the joy of advancing to the final was slightly diluted. Everyone in the locker room was comforting Mitcher, but the comfort of these people was not as good as a hug from Wood.

Wood knew in his heart that Mitcher sent himself to the finals. So this hug was particularly powerful.

In fact, Mitchel is essentially an optimistic person. The next day the team was having breakfast in the hotel and preparing to set off for Madrid. He looked back to normal, his frustrated expression disappeared, and no longer was silent and depressed when others talked to him.

This made assistant coach Des Walker breathe a sigh of relief. If Mitcher was always frowning, it would definitely affect the team's morale and psychology, which would be detrimental to their performance in the finals. Now, he was worried in vain.

Advance to the final did not give the players the opportunity to relax. On the night of arrival in Madrid, Donn arranged a nightclub training. Mitcher performed more positively than usual in training. It is logical that his European Cup has ended and there is no need to participate in training, but he still takes training very seriously. Seeing him working so hard on the training ground. Those players who secretly complained that they were tired had no reason to be lazy.

In fact, he is not targeting his teammates. He just wants to vent his extra energy and depression on the training ground - it is impossible for him to vent on the field.

The players also noticed Mitchel's actions, and they were secretly planning an action about Mitchel.

"We have to do something for him." During the training interval, avoid Mitcher. Someone was whispering. They were several forwards. "In such an important final, he became an audience. I believe he must be uncomfortable. Don't look at his appearance, it's all illusions." Abonraho, as Mitcher's club teammate, empathized with it.

"But we have comforted him several times, and it doesn't seem to work..." James Vaughan was at a loss. He and Mitcher are not teammates of the club, and their contact is limited to the national team level. He cannot say some things that are too intimate. The words of comfort can only be formal.

"Now is not the time to comfort him." Rooney expressed his opinion, "It's very simple. Things have happened. No matter how we comfort him, it's useless. He just can't participate in the finals. I think we should do this at this time to make him feel that we are all with him..." Rooney thought for a while, raised his head and said to the other two, "I don't know who among us will start in the finals."

As an old player in England, he is not absolutely humble or pretentious to say this. Rooney is not that kind of person. That's the truth. Since the first group match against Portugal, Donn has been constantly adjusting his team, and the starting lineup is almost different in every game. Anyone may be placed on the bench, and anyone may start. It is stupid to say that he will definitely start now.

"I don't know who among us can score a goal. If possible, hug him after the goal, or write something on the T-shirt."

"This is a good idea!" Abanglaho's eyes lit up, "I'll tell others..." He patted his butt and was about to leave, but was pulled by Rooney.

"Don't let him know, give him a surprise!"

Abanglaho made an "ok" gesture.

In fact, Abanglaho and the others gathered together to whisper, it was really eye-catching, but at this time Mitcher was venting his mind and didn't care about other people's abnormal behaviors.

He rarely shoots vigorously when shooting, but the ball he shoots out during training is strong and heavy, just like goalkeeper Joe Hart standing in front of the goal is his father-killing enemy.

Mitcher didn't notice it, it doesn't mean that others didn't notice it either.

"What are they doing?" Seeing a group of players gathered together and looked back from time to time, looking around, mysterious. Assistant coach Des Walker frowned.

"God knows." Tang En didn't care much, he shrugged. Everyone has their own little privacy, and the players are no exception. They like to get together and talk about topics that only they are interested in. The coaches don't need to interfere. "As long as they don't do this during training."

Tang En's mind is now full of their final opponents, and he doesn't care about the players' performance.

The opponent in the finals has come out.

It is the Italian team that gave Done the most headache.

Italian coaches are almost born to be masters of tactics. The final must be a tactical showdown. Coupled with Italy's defensive tradition, they will definitely not give England room to display speed. England's most proud fast offense will not get any advantage in the match against them. Donne can expect this final to be very, very difficult.

With such a thing troubled him, how could he think about the players getting together to discuss such a small matter?

Don Eun is worried about their final opponents, and the person who is also troubled by their final opponents is also Italian coach Lippi.

The 68-year-old Lippi has decided to lead the team to retire completely after this European Cup and will never come out to coach the Italian team. Why do you say that? This is Lippi's second comeback to save Italy. After leading the team to the 2006 World Cup in Germany, he once said goodbye to the national team, but his successor Donadal's Italian team showed no bets at the 2008 European Championships. In the end, the Italian Football Association invited Lippi, who was unemployed at home. This time, Lippi worked until the 2012 European Championships. Due to poor results, he attracted

Jiu resigned. But his successor's performance was worse than that of him. Italy was eliminated without even qualifying for the group stage in the Brazil World Cup. This time, Italy has a high voice for Lippi to come out again. Many enthusiastic fans even went to Lippi's doorstep to sit in and petition. This moved Lippi very much, so he decided to go out to coach the Italian team again, but he only agreed to coach this European Cup. After the European Cup, no matter what the results are, he will retire completely, and hope that enthusiastic fans will not disturb his private life again.

However, even Lippi himself did not expect that his last coaching would lead the team to the finals in one go. Now the Italian mainland media are saying that Lippi plans to use a European Cup championship to put a perfect end to his coaching career. Because when Lippi was coaching Juventus, he led the team to five league championships, one FA Cup championship, one Toyota Cup championship, and one UEFA Champions League championship. By 2006, he reached the peak of his personal coaching career - leading the Italian team that was not favored before the game to win the German World Cup championship. If you want to say such a successful head coach, what's the regret, that is, he has never become the king of Europe in the national team.

It was an unintentional act, but unexpectedly it achieved his greatest dream. Now he has the hope of doing this and keeping his coaching career without regrets. Leaving his favorite position with honor and leaving a legend for the world football world.

But before becoming a legend, he needs to defeat a difficult opponent - no less than him in winning the championship trophy, as if he appeared in the sky like a comet, Europe's most dominant head coach Tony Donn in the past decade.

This is a godfather-level showdown. The collision between the old godfather and the new godfather is also the alternation of the new and old eras in European football.

Only in this final can we be worthy of the eliminated teams - defeating our team is the best, not a cat or a dog, and losing to such an opponent is not a shame...
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