Chapter 149: Are you nervous?

When night falls on July 8, where is the best place to do business in England?

There is no doubt that it is a bar.    After a detailed division, it is the best bar business that can watch football games.

English people like to watch football in groups. It is better to go to the bar with friends to drink beer while watching football at home.

BBC5 started the live broadcast of the game two hours in advance. They reported the final from all angles. After all, this is the first time in fifty years. If it is not solemn, the audience will not agree.

Tang is not the kind of person who likes to join in the fun. Compared to many people, he prefers to watch TV broadcasts quietly at home alone.

But tonight, he seemed to be quiet.

"Dear~~~" Wife Tang Jing was wearing sexy underwear and stood in front of Tang, just blocking the TV screen. "Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Tang's eyes never left the TV screen. Seeing that Tang Jing blocked his sight, he changed his seat and saw the TV screen from another angle. He responded casually. Shearer, invited by BBC, was analyzing the possible appearance list for the audience today for England. Tang En was still like before, not releasing the starting list until the last moment.

Even a fool could tell that Tang was perfunctory, and an angry expression flashed across Tang Jing's face. Tang changed his position, and she also changed it.

"Do you want me?" Tang Jing would not blush at all when she said this. After staying in the UK for a long time, she had already left the Chinese shyness to Java.

This time, Tang turned his gaze to Tang Jing. Looking at his wife who pulled the bra strap to her elbow and exposed her half of her breasts, he shook his head seriously: "I don't want to."

This answer really made Tang Jing feel embarrassed, and she was about to get angry. Tang also realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly added: "At least I don't want tonight."

How could this be put to a fire? It was clearly burning oil on the fire.

Tang Jing erupted like a volcano. She took off her bra that was almost falling and threw it on Tang's face: "Then go have sex with football!"

After yelling, she shook the two white meat on her chest and rushed back to the bedroom angrily. Of course, she did not forget to slam the door hard. The ash on the ceiling made her shake a lot.

Tang looked at the closed bedroom door and smiled helplessly. He turned his attention to the TV screen again, and finally no one came to disturb him watching the game. As for the sound of falling things coming from the bedroom, he could not get into his ears.

"...The England team has not set off yet, but we can already see players appearing in the hotel lobby on the first floor..."

On the TV screen, there are pictures of the hotel inside that the reporter took from a distance, which is a bit blurry. But Rooney, Mitcher and others can be recognized. As for where Tangen is, the camera is still searching.

Done sat in a blind spot that could not be photographed by a camera and was chatting with Des Walker. He could see the elevator from their seats at a glance. Every player who walked out of there silently checked the number and saw if anyone was left on it.

"Des, are you nervous?" asked Don.

"A little bit. Don't you?" Walker asked back.

"Of course I'm a little bit too." Tang En smiled, "Didn't you see that I've been chewing gum?" He pointed to his mouth. "It's been chewing for an hour."

"What are you doing when you have no taste?"

"You're right." Tang En wrapped the gum in paper and threw it into the ashtray. Then he took out another piece and put it in his mouth. "I should buy bubble gum, that's a little fun."

"I don't think you're nervous at all now, Tony..."

Tang En showed a surprise expression: "Really? That's good!"

Actually, he was really nervous, but he didn't want outsiders to see it, so he had to do something else. Say some nonsense to divert his attention. It seems that chatting with Walker here has already played a role.

It was Mitcher who walked out of the elevator. He was so tall that he stood out among the crowd, which made Tang En notice the frustrated expression on his face at first sight. This kid was still worried about not being able to participate in the finals.

"Aaron, come here!" he waved.

Mitcher came over obediently.

"Sit." Tang En pointed to the sofa opposite. "This is a coach's seat. Those players who are going to play tonight are not qualified to enjoy it."

He joked with Mitcher.

"Thank you, boss..." Knowing that Don Eun was comforting himself, Mitcher did not show it either.

"Don't think so much, wait and enjoy the championship." Tang En poked over and patted his shoulder.

"But I think it doesn't make sense even if I win the championship, it's not meaningful..."

"You can't say that.   If you sit on the sidelines with a frown, what will happen if you let your teammates on the field see it? It will affect their mood and lead to their condition worsening.   I'm not kidding.    When you are working hard on the field, you look up and find that there is always someone on the field with a bitter face or eating melon seeds as if nothing happened. Will you feel very unhappy?"

Mitcher was stunned for a moment. He admitted that the boss's words were very convincing. He thought seriously and felt that if he had encountered that situation, it would indeed be affected.

"Smile. Aaron. "Donn grinned at Mitcher. "Smile can bring incredible magical power. Your smile can infect your teammates and give them more confidence to overcome difficulties and defeat strong enemies. Remember. No matter what happens, you are a whole. Whether you play or not, you will affect your teammates and thus affect the game. Do you know why I am never frowning on the court? Even if you lose, I am just angry. Angry can make people motivated, but frustration can only make people lose their fighting spirit and confidence. That is an infectious disease."

Mitcher was awakened by Donn's words and suddenly realized.

"I understand, boss." A smile appeared on his face.

"It's good if you understand, go back to the team. From now on, you have been deprived of the qualification to sit here!" Tang En slapped him in the head.

Mitcher quickly got up and left.

"Talk a good chat with them and don't let them come on the stage with any worries about you." Don't speak from behind. Mitcher turned around and replied, "I know!"

"You really have, Tony." Seeing Mitcher running around, completely different from the dusk when he walked over before, Des Walker sighed sincerely. "Adjust the players' psychology, I have never seen a few people who can reach your level."

"It's actually very simple. Just put yourself in the perspective of the players and just speak sincerely." Tang En leaned back on the sofa. This time he saw Wood walk down from the elevator. He was the last person to come down on the team. It seems that he was performing his duties as a captain on it and called everyone down before leaving.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch.   It was nearly two hours before the game began.

"It's almost time. I don't want to be watched by the reporters outside like monkeys in the zoo. Get ready to leave." He stood up, which was a signal. After seeing him get up, the players who were originally scattered in the three areas of the lobby chatting or taking a nap also stood up and began to walk towards the bus parked outside the gate.

The reporters outside were also excited when they saw the movement inside, and rushed from their hiding place to the bus, impacting the defense line composed of security guards. They wanted to capture the players getting on the bus at close range.

The fans are much simpler than the reporters. They just shouted outside the quarantine line: "We are the champions! We are the champions! England! England! Ohoh!"

"They are leaving!" BBC5 reporter who was in charge of reporting at the hotel shouted excitedly.

At the same time, the Italian location host is also using the same emphasis to announce that the Italian team has embarked on the road to championship.

Two buses of different colors drove to the Bernabeu Stadium from different directions, and police cars drove the lane and traffic control along the way. There were also helicopters rented by TV stations in the sky tracking and shooting. This appearance was really majestic.

When the English team's car arrived outside the Bernabeu stadium, even the sealed air-conditioned car could hear the huge noise from the Bernabeu.

The Santiago Bernabeu Stadium in the night is shrouded in dazzling white light, it is the "White House" of the football world. The two protagonists are waiting tonight.

When the car stopped, the players stepped off the bus and appeared in front of many reporters and fans, causing a commotion. The police were facing a great enemy and striving to block the surging crowds. The players, who had been accustomed to this scene, did not stop for much, but entered the passage and walked towards the locker room.

Tang En, the last one to get off the car, accepted a brief interview with BBC5 through the police.

"It is said that a large number of English fans have flocked to Spain in the past two days. Obviously, they had never expected their team to reach the finals before. What do you think about this? Mr. Tangen?" The reporter pressed his headphones with one hand and the other holding a microphone with the other spoke quickly, but his London accent with standard pronunciation was in such a noisy environment that Tangen could still hear the problem clearly.

"I'm very happy." Donn also raised his volume to answer the question, "I even hope that the Bernabeu will allow English fans who don't have tickets to come in and watch the game. Ha! Make this place our home court! But the Italians will definitely object!"

"Is Italy a very strong team?"

"Of course. There are no weak teams that can enter the finals, even teams like Greece."

"You have good memories for the Bernabeu..."

"Yes." Speaking of this, Don En smiled. "I became the Triple Crown here two years ago. I like the Bernabeu."

"Can you ask again. Will Mitchel's absence have any impact on the final?"

"I don't think it's any impact. We are a whole. We are not a team of one person. Every player who can be selected into the national team is very good, and I don't worry about this."

Tang En waved his hand. He signaled that he was leaving.

The reporter happened to hear the director's anxious voice from the headphones: "Ask him the last question, don't let him go! Let the audience hear his championship declaration! Stimulate him!"

"Wait, Mr. Tang En, please wait..." While pressing the headphones and listening to the director's latest instructions, the reporter reached out to stop Tang En. "The last question: Have you ever thought about it if it doesn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang En interrupted roughly: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. We are not here to work hard and then compete for a runner-up!"

The reporter's idiotic question made him a little dissatisfied, and this time he turned around and left very firmly.

The reporter saw the thumbs up by the cameraman, and the director was satisfied with the headphones: "Beautiful job, Louis! This championship declaration is really impressive! Okay, now go to the stadium and wait for them to come out to warm up!"

Similarly, at another entrance, the Italian team was also sought after by the media and fans.

Lippi had a cigar in her hand and a straight suit looked like an old Italian gentleman, very elegant.

He is interviewed by Italian state television, while his players are fishing into the passage from behind him.

"Is this good news without Mitchel in England?"

"No, they have Rooney and other excellent attackers." Lippi did not show any optimism. "Mitcher is not the core of the team, and his absence has little impact on England."

"Will there be a penalty kick in this game?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on what the score will be in ninety minutes." Lippi's answer was unscathed.

"This is your last coaching career. Do you want to end up with a European champion?"

"Of course, I hope we can return to Italy with the European Championship trophy."

"But some people are worried that you have won almost all the championships and will have some motivation..."

"I haven't won the European Cup yet." Lippi was not dissatisfied with this evaluation, but instead responded with a smile.

"Thank you for your interview, and good luck."

"Good luck to Italy."

"Don't be proud or underestimate the enemy, calm and experienced. We saw a reassuring head coach. "After Lippi left, the reporter commented in front of the camera. "I think Tony Don has met his opponent. Should I wish him good luck? No, I hope good luck will stay away from him and stay away from England. We'll see you later!"

"It's over, I'm a little nervous..." Joe Matok stood on the sidelines, looking up at the already packed stands. This thought suddenly hit his mind - this is the final, the final of the European Cup, and the first time England has participated in in 50 years!

When he thought of this, he felt his legs weak, his heartbeats quickly, and his lips were dry.

"Do it!" Mitcher cursed from the side, "If you are nervous, please change me! I will admit to playing as a left-back! Is it good to have a good start? You came from Nottingham Forest, don't embarrass our Forest team!"

Don't have what he said worked, and Mitcher now shows a lot of fighting spirit.

"Uh..." Joe Matok scratched his head embarrassedly. The tension was slightly reduced by Mitcher's scolding.

In fact, it was not just Joe Matok who was nervous, but no one said it straightforwardly to him. Now that they heard Mitcher's words, they also felt that their tension was funny. Some people can't help but be nervous. Where should those who can play games consider whether they are nervous? Shouldn't they be full of immediate competitions?

"Warm up, guys. What are you doing here? Are you chatting about the weather?"
Chapter completed!