Chapter 30: If you have sex, come and try it

Media from all over the country flocked to Nottingham, and for them, the highlights of this game were too many. If they didn't go to the scene, they would definitely miss many very exciting stories.

The highlight of the league the day before was Everton's "Liverpool Derby" against Liverpool at home, and Liverpool finally won the derby with two goals from Torres.

Nottingham Forest and Manchester City are not in a derby relationship, and there is no deep hatred in the history of the two teams. This game is so popular because of this summer. Maybe Done has also created a kind of history - a new history that Nottingham Forest and Manchester City have disliked each other since then.

"I don't feel like I'm introducing to you what these two teams have experienced this summer. Just look at what the players of the two teams say in interviews and you can tell how hot the game is." On the TV station, the host was introducing the game to the audience.

The picture turns to the scene where players of the two teams are interviewed.

"I will definitely score in this game!" Bentner said to the camera very seriously and seriously.

"Can you evaluate your head coach?"

"Coach Hughes is a very outstanding head coach. I believe that Manchester City will definitely usher in glory under his leadership."

"Tell me about Tony Done..."

"I don't want to talk about him."

Bentner turned and walked away, and Ashley Young appeared on the screen immediately.

"Just just now, your teammate said he was going to score a goal in the game against the Forest team..."

Ashley Yang nodded with a smile and raised two fingers: "We bet with him that he not only wants to score goals, but also has to score at least two. If he doesn't do it, he will treat us to a meal! But I'm happy to help him win this bet."

"Do you think he can do it?"

"I believe in his strength. In Nottingham Forest, we are all together in Manchester City, I believe in him." Ashley Young clenched his fists and waved it in front of the camera.

Next is an interview with the Nottingham Forest player.

Van Nystruey was caught by the reporters and insisted on saying a few words about Bentner's departure: "Why did he leave? I don't know. I think you should ask him. I wish him good luck."

After saying that, he was about to leave, and the reporter grabbed him again: "Bentner said he would score at least two goals in the game against the Forests..."

"I haven't heard of this." Fanny found a reason to make excuses, no longer cared about the reporter's questions, and turned around and walked away.

The camera shook, and the reporters found George Wood who was walking towards him again.

"Wood, can you talk about what Bentner said he was going to score at least two goals for the Forests?"

Wood said with a cold face: "I welcome him to try it."

Then he walked straight through the reporter's surround, leaving without looking back.

The screen cut back to the studio. The host spread his hands and said, "Look, that's how it is."

Don't know what psychology was that Bentner suddenly announced that he would score at least two goals in the game against the Forests.

revenge?

Or show off your abilities?

Or was it just a provocation method by someone else?

Because in the Nottingham Forest for four years, the side he showed did not give Tang En a very arrogant impression of his personality.

When he was interviewed, he was very generous when asked about this.

"I believe that with his strength, it is possible to do it. He is a person I am optimistic about and he is very talented. Scoring goals is not difficult for him..."

These words surprised the media, they wanted to get a response from Don En's swearing.

Tang En was naturally very angry, but he couldn't show it. He couldn't give the media the opportunity to take the opportunity to hype. At the same time, he had to consider the feelings of the Forest players now.

They are not data generated by computers virtually, and have no thoughts or tempers. If they criticize a player who has just left the team, what will the player who stays in the Forest team think of him? They will definitely not have stars in their eyes and collectively worship: "Wow, the boss is so handsome!"

Bentner's affairs made him see the players clearly. No matter how well-behaved they are in front of the head coach, they will have their own little plan. Carefully conceal it from you. If any of them is dissatisfied with Bentner's words, it is their own business and they have this right. But the head coach uses his own actions to force the players to accept this dissatisfaction is another matter.

For a former teammate who just left the team, the influence he left on this team has not yet disappeared. There are people here who have a good relationship with him. If he publicly scolds Bentner, it will only make these people feel disappointed.

At this critical moment, Tang En had to be careful everywhere. The team could no longer withstand any turmoil.

Of course. If someone in the team misunderstood what he said and felt hurt, Tang En could not apologize to the other party in the most sincere tone immediately.

For example, at the tactical meeting on the last day before the game, Pepe protested with some dissatisfaction.

"Boss, I think what you said to the reporter yesterday made me and the other defenders feel hurt."

Tang En knew that someone would be dissatisfied with this because he could not satisfy the values ​​of everyone in the world. But it is impossible to correct mistakes when he knows his mistakes, so he apologizes immediately.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. Pepe. You know. Sometimes when we face the media, we have to say something that may not match our will... My words do not mean that I despise you. In fact, I still haven't said one more thing - I believe he has that ability, but not when facing Nottingham Forest!" Tang En laughed.

The defenders all laughed. They were very satisfied.

"Okay, guys." Tang En waved his hand and told them not to laugh. "My expression is humble. It does not mean that we have to admit defeat. In fact, in this game, I demanded - not hope, but demand - you must win. I don't need to say the reason, you should all be clear. In fact, if I want to say it, you can also say a lot of reasons. But I don't think that's useless. Reason is just a reason. If you want to find more, you can find it. But losing is not possible, absolutely not! If we still want to win the league championship, then teams like Manchester City must not lose! Not only Manchester City, but other opponents are the same!"

Next, Tang En waved to Tang to explain the specific tactics.

"The formation of this game is 451, Wood and Thiago start, you need to assist in the wing defense when defending the middle. Manchester City has Ashley, Young and Robinho, and they need to pay special attention to the wing. Wood and Thiago are responsible for assisting the wing. Ribery and Lennon must collect from the middle when necessary, and put space in the back row of Bale and Rafinia... Simply put, it is a wing offensive and defensive battle."

At the same time, they were also holding a tactical meeting in the hotel where Manchester City was staying. Unlike Donn who gave everything to his men, Mark Hughes did it himself. He wanted to take advantage of the momentum of defeating Portsmouth and then take down Nottingham Forest.

He said earlier that some of the players sitting around the conference table were listening carefully. Some were absent-mindedly wandering. Bentner was chatting with Ashley Yang in a low voice.

"Niclas, have you figured out how to deal with their defenders? Pepe, you know that his one-on-one is very powerful..." Ashley Yang asked in a low voice.

"It's not that I haven't scored goals in the competition with him. I often scored goals in the team games." Bentner said it well. During the team games, Pepe always represents the main side, and Bentner often represents the substitute side. Although they have never played in official games, such a competition is not unfamiliar.

Ashley Young knew that what he was talking about was the truth, so he stopped asking questions about this, but changed to another one: "Have you thought about the movement to celebrate after scoring the goal?"

Bentner smiled and said, "I didn't think about it. Let's talk about it then. I'm thinking too much now, and I'd be too stupid to be able to do anything at that time."

"... Nottingham Forest is characterized by wing attacks, from full-backs to full-backs, all the ability to attack. This requires extra guard against this. "Mark Hughes continued to say. "I ask you not to retreat in the confrontation with them and strengthen the wing offensive. Especially, you must seize the gap behind the opponent's two full-backs after they are inserted into assists! No matter how powerful George Wood is, he can take care of the left and the right, there will always be loopholes. Catch them! If we don't play in the middle of tomorrow's game, go to the wing. Use the wing to break down their defense line!"

"The boss has put in a lot of effort..." Ashley Young murmured. He likes this arrangement very much because he will become one of the protagonists of the stadium. He wants to use his speed and pass to help Manchester City tear open the defense line of Nottingham Forest. Take away the victory from Don Eun's eyes.

"Niclas." Hughes called the Danish striker's name.

Bentner raised his head and looked at his head coach.

"Your task is very simple." Hughes smiled, "It's just a goal."

The Forest Bar was crowded on the eve of the game, and the most hardcore fans of the Forest team gathered here. They were discussing how to maximize the cheering of the team and create pressure on the visiting team in tomorrow's game.

The owner of the bar, Kenny Burns, leaned against the tables where the fans gathered, listening to their lively discussion.

Their leader, Fat John, lay on a cleared open space, and wrote something with a brush on a huge white cloth.

"We must show that Danish bastard!" Some of the fans announced their opinions loudly. "As long as he gets the ball, he booes him! Unless he passes the ball out. Never give him any space to breathe!"

"Yes! Shhh!"

"Call him! Give him a middle finger!"

"Let him go back crying after the game.  I never dare to step into the city court half a step!"

"Mom, I want to eat breastfeed.  I'm so scared...hahahahahahaha--"

The discussion became more and more intense, and the words became more and more irrational...

Finally someone expressed his objection: "Don't have to be so mean, right? People left out of helplessness. To be honest, I think Tony did not give him enough playing time and attention... Why can't we give him the applause, just like Pierce, who also represents Manchester City to play..."

He didn't say anything. He heard a sensational sound. The skinny Bill suddenly stood up and knocked over a pile of glasses in front of him. The golden wine stayed along the table, wetting the hem and pants of his T-shirt, but he didn't care at all, just staring at the person who said this, his eyes red.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance. Take back your last sentence! Otherwise, no matter where you came from, I'll beat you back to the womb!" The thin man now seemed to be full of strength and force. "I want you to understand one thing - a Danish boy will never be qualified to be compared with the 'madman' Pierce! He will never expect to get the treatment Pierce received! Forever!"

At the same time, someone stood up and shouted to the person who said the wrong thing: "Do you know what Pierce means here? You actually compare that little bastard who has not even grown hair to the greatest Captain Earth in the history of Nottingham Forest?! Man, are you drinking too much or are you deliberately making trouble?"

"If you don't understand how high Stuart Pierce's status is, I don't mind using my fist to let you know." A burly man raised his hairy arms.

Burns, who was about to turn into a bloody battle, had never spoken, coughed next to him. Everyone turned their heads and looked at him.

"I'm not allowed to fight here." Burns raised his glass and signaled everyone to drink.

Everyone was honest. Skinny Bill and the others sat down and continued to drink. The person who said the wrong thing was so scared that he stood there, neither leaving nor staying.

At this time, when the conflict had just happened, John, the fat man who continued to be busy with his own affairs, finally stood up. He smiled apologetically at the scared man: "I'm sorry, I scared you, have you? I haven't seen you here before, the first time I came? They are like this, don't care. I remember that guy Tony was teased by us when he first came...ha."

The others laughed. Someone shouted loudly, "That's different. John! Tonyko is different from this coward!"

Yes, it's different, because he actually poured wine on Michael, who was a football hooligan, and mocked John, who was also a football hooligan, for being a fat pig. He also had the upper hand when he fought with Michael...

Because he is different, he is now the head coach of Nottingham Forest, and this poor man is just a poor man whose legs are scared.

That was a time that was really nostalgic, and it seemed like it was still yesterday when I thought about it.

The poor and unlucky guy saw a fat man on the opposite side, smiling very kindly, and then he calmed down and made sure that he would not be beaten.

After apologizing to him. The fat man shook the things he wrote and showed them to everyone: "Guys, the things are ready! Let's see the results!"

"The words are so big..." The fans onlookers made various comments.

"At that time, this will be hanging behind our goal. The bastards in Manchester City won't see it! They are all myopic-" John squinted his eyes to imitate myopic eyes without eyes.

"Hahahahaha--" He laughed the others in unison.

Although I was scared just now, the friend who was also a fan of the Forest team, who was ignored, still leaned over and wanted to see what was written on the white cloth. There were many people like him. Everyone was crowding. I wanted to see clearly what was written on it.

Seeing that everyone was pushing forward and the order was a little confused, John simply said "sorry" to Burns. Then he winked at Bill. Bill jumped onto the bar first, and Bill followed him up. The two of them stood on both ends of the bar, one left and one right, and John threw the white cloth in his hand to the thin man. Then they loosened their hands and unfolded the thing again.

With a thud, the white cloth was shaken open, like a flag in the hand of the flag bearer.

There is nothing extra on it, only two sentences. The red paint writes out a provocation full of confidence and arrogance:
Chapter completed!