Chapter 55 Ending

When the referee blew three whistles, the Crimson Field was in full swing. They gave it to Don En who was about to leave with a victory as a gift.

Only Manchester United players and fans were sad. They seemed particularly lonely in this joyful environment.

Don En wanted to shake hands with Mourinho after the game to complete the etiquette. He knew that Mourinho was not a patient person. But he was hugged by David Chris Lack next to him as soon as he got up. The assistant coach said nothing, just hugged him.

A group of reporters rushed up next to them and kept taking pictures at them.

When Don En finally broke free from Chris Lack's arms and turned to find Mourinho, he was surprised to find that the other party was still standing outside waiting for him!

Don En set up all the reporters and reached out to Mourinho.

"I thought you were gone, Mr. Mourinho."

Mourinho, who lost the championship, looked very bad, and obviously he was in a bad mood. He grabbed Don En's hand and shook it, then let go.

"I just don't want you to write about Jose in your memoir. Mourinho is a guy with rudeness and demeanor. It's time for me to leave, congratulations on winning another game. I'm so glad you retire today."

After saying this, Mourinho didn't care about the reactions of others, nor did he look at Tang En's expression, and turned around and left the noisy court cleanly.

Tang En was surrounded by reporters and looked at Mourinho's departure back, feeling complicated for a moment. He was absolutely not happy because he defeated this old opponent. On the contrary, he suddenly felt sorry for Mourinho.

As the sky became darker, the flashes around him pulled Don back to reality. He looked at the reporters around him, ignored them, and walked straight to the stadium. In the middle of the stadium, his players were waiting for him.

And in the stands, 60,000 fans were shouting his name loudly.

"The game is over, Nottingham Forest won, and Manchester United lost their league championship. But none of these matters. What matters is that for us, a very important and special person is finally going to say goodbye completely..." John Motson, who was in charge of commenting on the game, said emotionally.

He still remembers his first "meeting" with Don Eun.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       �

I really didn't expect that in the future, he would be a friend with Don Eun, and would explain the England team competition with Don Eun, and would witness the young man step by step becoming one of the most successful head coaches in the world and becoming the godfather of Nottingham Forest.

Amid the shouts of 60,000 people, Tang En walked into the center of the stadium and gathered with his men.

"Boss, can you go?" Gareth Bell asked with tears in his eyes.

Tang En just smiled and shook his head.

"I think your body is completely fine, really. We can work together for a few more years, so can we leave together?" Bell continued to ask unwillingly.

Tang En stretched out his hand to touch the little monkey's head and said to him: "I said goodbye to Demi and the others in the first place. But they still left. This is life, the little monkey. You always have to face the parting, it's no big deal. Besides, aren't we going to be together forever?"

Bell bit his lip and retreated aside.  Stop talking.

Balotelli looked at Tang En, and he wanted to speak out several times. Tang En saw his thoughts and said to him: "Stay or leave. As long as you like it, you are a genius, Mario. But genius is not suitable for all situations. I'm leaving, you can walk your own way."

Patting Balotelli's shoulder, Donn turned to Mitcher again.

He raised his head and looked at Mitcher's face. The boy seemed to be making a face at him, wanting to cry and laugh.

"Aron. I still have to say that you should strengthen your strength training. I hope you are more comprehensive..." He smiled at this point. "I'm going to say what to do. Anyway, I won't be your coach next season. If you can't break through the blockade of those strong defenders, you should worry about it, not me, ha!"

Donn laughed. Mitcher cried.

Don Eun ignored his snot and tears flowing together. He patted Mitcher hard on the waist. He turned around to find someone else.

He doesn't want his parting to look sad, over fifty years old. Is it still necessary to do this?

So he dealt with each player very casually, talked to this person, and then went to talk to another person.

While he did this, the shouts in the stands of the stadium were not stopped. None of the 60,000 Nottingham Forest fans left the court, but Manchester United fans retreated with Manchester United.

Two large screens in the stadium stands are replaying Don En's documentary short film.

The live TV broadcast continues.

Shania is waiting to appear in the dressing room. This will be the last time she appears on the T-type stage, but now she is not at work. In her hand, she is holding a cell phone, and the scene on the TV is playing. It is the scene where Tang En bids farewell at the Crimson Stadium.

Thanks to Rixinshi Technology, she can still watch live TV here. She accompanied Uncle Tony through the last journey of her career in this way.

The voice of the commentator on the phone was very clear.

"I don't want to repeat the achievements that Tony Don't have achieved here. I just want to appreciate the scene before me - more than 60,000 fans stayed in the stands and were unwilling to leave. Don't be with his players, and he talked to them one by one... What does this remind me of? A retired general is reviewing his troops and officers for the last time. He shook hands with them one by one, thanking them for their support and work over the years..."

Shania looked at the screen on the phone in a daze. Tang En was surrounded by the players, while reporters surrounded them together. The fans were singing songs and shouting the protagonist's name at the outermost point.

The hairstylist was fiddling with her hairstyle behind her and doing the final preparations. There were other models in the dressing room. However, Xianya didn't care what others would think of her.

This scene should be very sad, but there was a smile on Shania's face, just like the man in the middle of the screen.

"Okay, my dear." The hairstylist gestured to Shania to lift her head and see the overall effect in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror could not tell at all that she was almost thirty years old. She had long hair with soft shawls and curly ends, looking young, beautiful, lively and naughty.

Shania made a face. Then she turned off the live TV broadcast of her phone.

It's time for her to appear.

Done walked up to Wood, and this was the last one.

Looking at his captain, Tang En didn't know what to say. Wood was sensible and obedient, and he didn't need to repeat some things, so he had already said it before.

What else is there to say now?

Looking at Don Eun standing in front of him, Wood didn't know what to say. But he said it was because he wanted to say too much and didn't know how to say it for a while.

It's really time to part. He is always so stupid.

Whether it is facing Demi or Don.

In the end, Don En said nothing, just put his hand on Wood's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

After saying goodbye to the players, he said goodbye to the coaches. Starting from the team doctor to the assistant coach, he shook hands or hugged them one by one.

At the end, he hugged Freddy Eastwood. He murmured in his ear: "Dang will come to pick up my class. He is an excellent head coach. But he needs an excellent assistant, stay and help him?"

Eastwood nodded and agreed.

After receiving the promise, Donn let go of the other party and turned to Chris Lack.

"Whether to leave with me or stay here, you choose for yourself, David."

Chris Lack looked at the people around him and said to Donn, "I changed my mind. Tony. Nottingham Forest is a good place. I want to stay here."

Tang En laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "The right choice."

After doing all this, he said to the two assistant coaches: "I will go to the press conference later and I won't go to the locker room anymore. There will definitely be many reporters blocking me today. You don't have to wait for me to come back. The players will just drive back to the hotel and disband on the spot. I am going home by myself."

The two nodded at the same time.   There was no objection to Tang En's arrangement.

Seeing that both of them agreed, Tang En walked out with confidence. He walked out for two steps and turned around and looked behind him. The players and coaches were still standing there, without any intention of leaving.

Tang En waved to them: "Go back, don't catch a cold."

Then he walked forward again, not looking back this time.

The shouts of fans along the way were deafening, and the flags and banners with his avatars were constantly shaking in the stands. On the live broadcast, Sarah Brightman and Andre Bocelli sang loudly, "...It's time to say goodbye..."

Tang En walked towards the entrance of the corridor, behind him were the players and colleagues standing still. In front of him was a large group of reporters carrying cameras and cameras. They took pictures while backing, and the flashing lights shone the road under his feet into white.

When he walked to the entrance of the corridor, many fans on both sides suddenly sprinkled a lot of paper confetti, and the confetti made Tang En raise his head. He saw several familiar faces in the crowd.

Michael Bernard, fat John, thin Bill, and even bar owner Kenny Burns. When he saw Burns, he suddenly became interested and stopped and asked, "For so many years, you left the bar when the city court was about to be demolished. Why did you come again today?"

Burns told him: "The city court has demolished an era, so is your departure, Tony."

Tang En stopped talking, waved to him, and continued to walk towards the corridor among the scattered paper scraps.

Joe Matok sighed: "This is the last time I have seen the boss appear in front of me in this capacity..."

Wood stood in front of the line and heard Matok's words, he suddenly had the idea of ​​rushing up. But until Don En disappeared into the corridor surrounded by reporters, he did not take it into action.

He suddenly felt that he was very timid and not a tough guy.

He is a coward who cannot show his feelings unscrupulously in public.

He is not as good as Mitcher who is willing to cry in front of Donne, and is not as good as Bale who said to Donne, "Don't you go?"

As a captain, he was really not qualified at this time...

Seeing Don't completely disappear from his sight, David Chris Lack's voice sounded, but this time he was so loud that he was weak.

"Go back, guys. Go back and take a shower and change your clothes. Leave here. Your holiday has begun."

Some players began to walk down the court, and Wood looked up and found that the fans in the stands were slowly leaving the court. But he knew that these people would still gather in the square outside the court. A special person would not end like this.

He pulled off the captain's armband, held it in his hand, and walked down the field with his teammates.

Michael Bernard, who walked out of the stadium, did not intend to stay, although many people had gathered in the square again. They still shouted Tang En's name, and the scene was very lively.

"Let's go back to the bar for a drink, guys." Michael said to his companions.

"Don't stay and send Tony?" The skinny Bill was a little surprised.

"We've already sent it." Michael pointed to the direction of the gate and said, "Tony who walked out of this gate later will not be the head coach Tony. Done. I want to go back and have a drink, and shouted for a game. He was dry-mouthed."

Burns said, "So too."

The two enjoy a lofty reputation in the minds of this group of fans. Since they have said so, there is no objection.

"Okay, let's go back and have a drink. For..." Fatty John suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Cheers to the past sixteen years and say goodbye to those people and things in the past sixteen years." Michael raised his hand.
To be continued...