Chapter 263 God's will

Although it was just under the Eiffel Tower, the two of them did not pay to take the elevator to take a bird's eye view of Paris, nor did they go to other famous tourist attractions.

After taking photos in the God of War Square and having ice cream, Don and Shania walked along the banks of the Seine, chatting while walking, and occasionally taking a few photos.

Tang En knew nothing about fashion and had no interest in shopping. However, because of work, Shanniya could get access to the most fashionable clothing and cosmetics, and there was no need to go shopping. The two of them walked aimlessly, very casually.

Tang En would ask her about her recent situation, but would not criticize her for her small mistakes at work, nor would she teach her a lesson like her father and mother. Xianya likes such time very much and has no pressure at all.

Tang En also liked it very much. Being with Shania can make him temporarily forget the Champions League final that will be held soon.

Don’t worry about the tactical arrangements of your opponent and your team, don’t worry about this and that, don’t do ideological work for the players, don’t make a big fuss with reporters to attract firepower... Don’t do anything, just like an idle person, strolling on the streets in the lazy afternoon sun in Paris.

If Xianya was a girl who went out to the street and went home in a high-end shopping mall, and finally returned home in big bags, Tang En and her might not have had the same tacit understanding as they are now.

He is not a person who is very good at dealing with women. Sometimes he seems at a loss when facing Sophia's enthusiasm; he feels embarrassed when facing Chris's boldness and directness; even when he was alone with Yang Yan, she was reserved most of the time... Only with the little girl Xianya, he can be unpretentious, embarrassed, and he will naturally relax his body and mind.

He didn't have the mind reading skills, and he didn't know what Shania thought in her heart, and what it felt like to be with him. Look at the smile on Shania's face now, he hoped to have the same thoughts as himself...

The afternoon was short. Although the sun was still bright, Tang En and Shaniya had to say goodbye. In order to avoid media pursuit, Tang En did not send Shaniya back to the hotel where she stayed, and Shaniya did not accompany Tang En back.

The two waved goodbye on the streets of Paris.

Tang En returned to the hotel with a good afternoon and warm sunshine. His players have come back one after another. Assembled the good people, the team took a bus to the French Stadium to prepare for the final one day later.

Until now, Don En still has an indescribable feeling - he watched the European Champions League final in front of the TV. In the pouring rain, Arsenal ten players faced the challenge, leading Barcelona for dozens of minutes, and lost at the last moment.

Therefore, when he is now in historical events and becomes the protagonist, the feeling of traveling through time and space becomes increasingly obvious.

Arsenal should have been eliminated by his team in the Champions League final, and moved forward.

The Spanish yellow submarine Villarreal, which was supposed to appear in the Champions League this season, was eliminated by Nottingham Forest. Nottingham Forest replaced Villarreal to participate in the Champions League. If we follow the trajectory that Donn knew, the Forest team should be eliminated by Arsenal in the semi-finals.

Everything has been subverted. What changes these is my "bug" that travels through time and space.

Because I am a bug, the Nottingham Forest led by me naturally became a bug.

So is it because of my own bug that changed the future, or is it that Barcelona, ​​which represents the orthodox, favored by UEFA, bringing history back to normal?

Tang En stood in front of the window of his own room in the hotel.

He remembered that it rained heavily in Paris during the Champions League final.

Now... the sound of water. Even if you close the window, you can hear it clearly. Silver rain lines poured down from the sky. Yesterday, you could clearly see the Eiffel Tower here, and today you could only see a vague black shadow.

He looked at the hazy world outside and was fascinated.

"Tony." The sound of the door opening came from behind, and Chris Lak pushed the door open and entered. "It's time to set off."

"So heavy rain..." Eastwood stood at the entrance of the hotel lobby, looking at the bus parked outside. Unlike Donn in the room with closed windows, the sound of rain here is more obvious and clear.

The players of the Forest team have all arrived at the lobby and are ready to set out to the stadium. The game in the rain is not unfamiliar to them, after all, the most deficient thing in the UK is rain.

However, it is disappointing and disappointing to everyone's UEFA Champions League finals that cannot be played in the appropriate weather.

"Will the competition be postponed due to heavy rain?" Aaron Lennon, the child next to him, asked curiously.

Albertini shook his head: "No, the underground drainage system of the French Stadium is very developed, and there will be no water accumulation on the field.

And..." He glanced at the reporters wearing raincoats and filmed in heavy rain, "This kind of final is live broadcast to the world. Countless advertisers sponsored. The extension will affect the interests of the television broadcasters, so they will not agree to the extension.

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"But it feels bad to play football in such a heavy rain... I always feel uncomfortable when I am wet." Lennon frowned.

"Don't worry. Maybe when we arrive at the stadium, the rain will be lighter."

Lennon nodded to the outside, but his frown still did not stretch.

In this game, George Wood could only watch with his mother in the stands. Although he is still in the team, when he arrives at the stadium, he will go to his mother in the VIP box on the stands.

So Albertini will put on the captain's armband again. With Wood absent, he is the only object that these young players can trust and rely on. In fact, he is the first captain of the team. It is just because of his long absence and injuries, which makes people remember the captain Wood.

Today, only three of the Forest team have experience in the finals of the European Champions League. One is goalkeeper Van der Sar. At the time in Ajax, he participated in the finals of the Champions League twice. He won the championship trophy for Ajax for the first time, and lost to Juventus, who guarded the goal in the penalty shootout.

The second person to participate in the final of the Champions League is Nicholas Anelka. However, his situation is very embarrassing, and he probably doesn't want to recall this experience in the final of the Champions League.

It was his goal in the semi-final that helped Real Madrid eliminate the Bundesliga giant Bayern Munich. He listened to the final. He started in the final and created his first goal.

But afterwards, when people recalled this year's Champions League, they only remembered Raul's long-distance raid nearly 70 meters, remembered Redondo's stunning heels when playing against Manchester United, remember Morientes, remember Yero, remember... many people, but no one would think of him, Anelka.

For Real Madrid fans, Anelka, who has only scored two goals in 19 games in one season with Real Madrid, is an absolute loser, and he is still still now.

The last person to participate in the finals of the Champions League was captain Albertini. Like Van der Sar, he won the glory of the Champions League. The 93-94 season was the last afterglow of the Milan dynasty, which was a glory that returned to the glory.

After that, AC Milan fell into a trough.

Anelka is taciturn. It is too difficult for young players to expect him to teach experience. Van der Sar is very helpful, but with Albertini here, he still needs to be more low-key. After all, Albertini is the captain, and he is nothing.

Donn and Chris Lack came out of the elevator and came to the group of players gathered together.

"Let's go. Guys." He clapped his hands and the players stood up one after another.

"Boss, it's raining heavily..." Someone complained to Tang En.

Tang En shrugged: "It's useless to complain to me, I'm not God. But you should feel grateful to me."

When everyone around him said this, they were surprised. Why did it feel so lucky to be so rainy? What else can I be grateful for? What else can I be grateful for in such a bad weather?

Seeing the surprised eyes of the players around him, Tang En smiled proudly: "When you play on the stadium and things on your head fall to make it cool, you know that it is dark clouds and rain, not a group of birds with broken stomachs."

Everyone reacted and burst into laughter. The depression caused by the bad weather also disappeared.

"Okay, to be honest, it's raining for us. The men in Barcelona are used to the bright sunny beaches and must not like the weather now. Let's go!" He waved his hand, and the players got on the car with a smile.

No matter how worried Tang En was about the heavy rain that followed history, he still joked easily in front of the players, not allowing anyone to notice the vague uneasiness in his heart.

"It was sunny yesterday. It rained heavily today. The weather changed too fast and too sudden, right?" Ribery muttered as he walked over to him.

"Summer weather monster." Zimbonda explained seriously after him.

Hearing the conversation between the two people, Tang En looked up at the sky. Yes. Yesterday, the weather was very good the day before yesterday. He and Xianya were eating ice cream in the square with the sun shining brightly, but today the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

Is this God's will?

Bah! Tang En spat in his heart. If this is really God's will... I will definitely go against the will of heaven today. I will speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak ye, speak

The heavy rain did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the fans of the two teams. The French Stadium, which could accommodate 80,000 people, was full.

Just like the roof of the stadium on the edge of the flying saucer, the stands are blocked tightly, and fans don’t have to sit in the rain to watch the ball, which seems to have no effect on attendance.

Nottingham Forest fans were all out, which made the small city Nottingham almost an empty city.

Barcelona has more population than Nottingham, and Barcelona fans are also more fans of Nottingham Forest. In the stands, their red and blue exceeds the dark red of Forest, covering most of the stadiums.

However, in terms of singing, Barcelona fans are no match for English fans.

In terms of creating the atmosphere of the stadium, England fans are well-deserved masters. They do not borrow any modern means such as stadium radio, but can create a terrifying singing voice with their voices.

This is a tradition of English football and a place that English fans are proud of.

The fans' chorus is always the most exciting voice in the world.

At this moment, the Forest fans, who were at a disadvantage, were fighting Barcelona fans in the stands with singing.

Since the English team was a match between the two sides, many English fans would inevitably come. So the Paris police sent a lot of police forces, and the whole city was extremely nervous.

No one wants to recreate the tragic scene of the German football hooligan who beat the military policeman Neville to a vegetable during the World Cup. Fortunately, so far, there are no reports and records of the fans of the Forest team drinking and causing trouble. Gavin

Bernard's death left the riots of Forest fans all at once. They became the group of England fans with the best records, but the price was a bit too great and too heavy...

When the players appeared to warm up, Forest fans sang songs they composed for the players. These people even had the ability to compile lyrics on the spot and then sang them in the tune of the most popular songs.

In comparison, the methods of Barcelona fans who are not at the Camp Nou are more monotonous.

George Wood is not in the warm-up team, he has left the team and went to the stands to find his mother.

As the final, the team attached great importance to it. Tang En did not stay in the locker room, but came to the sidelines with the team and braved the rain to observe the situation on the field.

He went up and took two steps, then frowned.

"The drainage system is pretty good, but the venue is slippery." Chris Lak, next to him, gave the conclusion.

Tang En nodded in agreement.

"Go back and ask them to prepare sneakers with long shoe nails. It won't have much impact on us, so it's Barcelona..." He turned his head and looked at his opponent who was warming up in the other stadium, and Rijkald also appeared on the sidelines.

He seemed to be investigating the water and turf on the stadium. He couldn't see clearly, but from the Dutch's look that he kept his head down, we could know what the opponent's head coach was feeling at this moment.

Barcelona is the representative of artistic football, and they are used to controlling football at their feet. Ninety percent of the time football rolls on the ground.

Ronaldinho, Messi, Etoo, Deco, Xavi... These people are representatives of technical football, and their dependence on the venue and weather should be more important than the Forest team.

Accurate ball control, dribbling and passing require appropriate venue conditions, and slipperyness will have a great limitation and impact on their performance.

So, this bad weather seems to be better for Tang En.

At worst, I, Nottingham Forest, play traditional English football with you, let the ball fly around the air, and then scramble the rhythm of Barcelona's offense with physical and rude fouls, dragging you into the rhythm we are most accustomed to and best at.

If this sudden heavy rain was really God's will, I don't know who it was God's will...

Tang En did not stay on the sidelines for a long time. After learning what the venue was like, he turned around and returned to the locker room. He wiped off the rain from his hair and face with a dry towel. He hung his wet coat on the hook and quietly waited for the players to come back.

The warm-up ended soon, and the players returned to the locker room one after another. The coaches were sending dry towels to the players. The dry jerseys were already hung on the floor hangers in the locker cabinet for them to change.

Compared to when I was in the car, the players nowadays became obviously nervous and talked less. Most people chose to remain silent at this time.

Tang En took all this into consideration.

"Are you nervous? Guys?"

No one answered his words, but everyone paused.

"I'm nervous, too." Tang En said this. The people who stopped laughed and continued to work hard on their own.

"When the time comes, I'll forget this word for me during the game." The team members changed their clothes and wiped their hair. Tang En also said to himself.

"It's raining well, and the people in Barcelona are even more nervous about the weather than us. Has anyone seen Rijkaard's expression just now?"

He laughed twice in a hoarse voice.

After everyone finished the work, they sat down and faced their leader. Tang Encai continued:
Chapter completed!