Chapter 142: Do you want to take off your pants?

On April 22, the sky above Nottingham, which had been cloudy for several days, finally cleared. Barcelona used to worry about the rain, but now they can breathe a sigh of relief. The weather is so beautiful that the death of Nottingham Forest has arrived!

"English people are good at rain fighting because it always rains on their heads." Catalan journalists like to make jokes like this when chatting with each other. Compared with the sunny Barcelona, ​​the weather in England is moldy enough.

"As long as the weather is good and the venue is good, victory will definitely belong to us!"

When the sunlight appeared in the middle of the city court, Thompson Isaxon, who had been busy all night, was resting in the home team's coaching seat. As an old man over 60, staying up late to work was a big burden on his body, but he and his team finally completed the task given by Tony Donne on time.

His old partner, old guy Glenn Shelvey, stood by the field and watched the court they had packed out after working all night.

"I thought I would never have had such an experience - making a good stadium messy and a sense of accomplishment."

Isaxon sat behind him and laughed.

"Sometimes I really don't know how Mr. Tony Don't have a brain. He can always come up with a lot of ways to impolite others. Make the stadium look like a piece of rotten vegetable field, and then let everyone play on such a field... I'm afraid there will be no second coach in the world who will do this."

Shelvey said a lot of things in front of him, but Isaxon didn't answer. He pointed at sitting in this special position to rest, while enjoying what it would be like to be a head coach.

Shelvey looked back at him and found his old guy enjoying himself, and then he noticed that position.

"How is it like when Tony Donn?" he asked.

Isaxon shrugged: "There are no fans who tsunamis. There is no support for me to command the team... it feels far behind."

Shelvey smiled and stepped forward to pat Isaxon on the shoulder: "If you really have those things, your heart will not be able to stand it!"

"That's right, the head coach is under too much pressure. When I went to the Champions League, when I saw Mr. Tang En quarrel with the fourth official on the sidelines, I felt a little uncomfortable..." Isaxon touched his left chest, "I really admire Mr. Tang En. He is a person who has had a heart surgery."

After chatting about such a few things that have nothing to do with work, Isaxon stood up and looked at the venue. He nodded with satisfaction. "I promise Mr. Tang En will be satisfied with the venue. Let's finish the work!"

"Stop work!" Shelvey shouted to the other workers, then turned around and asked Isaxon next to him. "Do you want to have a drink, old man?"

Isaxon waved his hand: "You go with them. I have to go back and have a good sleep, and then watch Barcelona's wonderful performance on our court at night."

"ha!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Alonmitchel got up early in the morning. Although there will be no training on the game day, the team must gather in Wilford in the morning, then take the bus to the hotel and rest in a concentrated manner. It will be until an hour before the game.

While dining, Mitcher found that his hands were shaking slightly. Was he too excited or too nervous?

He quickly found an excuse to go to the bathroom and rinse his head with cold water.

After rushing, he looked at himself in the mirror, which seemed to be a chicken. He repeated over and over again: "Alonmitchel, this is just an ordinary game. Yes, all games are just an ordinary game, what are you nervous?" He clenched his fists desperately. He wanted to see if he was still shaking.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with all his strength, and stared at the man in the mirror, as if he was watching the enemy who killed his father.

After a while, when he felt that his body was no longer trembling for no reason, he wiped the water marks on his head and walked out.

The father and mother looked at their son strangely, feeling that the boy's mind was becoming more and more difficult to guess.

But today is the competition day. It is hard for parents to use too many questions to interfere with their son's emotions and state. Just as the son often says - "Status is something that cannot be explained clearly. If you come for no reason, you may run away for no reason."

It was not until Mitcher ran out that his parents looked at each other.

"I always feel that my son is a little abnormal these days."

"Match day is here, is he a little nervous?"

"He doesn't play, why are he nervous?" Although the father always has hope for his son, he is also a clear-headed fan. He knows that in such an important game, Tony Donn cannot give his son any chance.

"Is puberty only coming now?" murmured at the end of the dad.

When Mitcher arrived at Wilford, the teammates who entered the roster were almost here. Seeing Mitcher come over and joke with him: "Did you not sleep nervously last night, Aaron?"

"I slept well. Freddy!" Mitcher countered.

Looking at his serious expression, everyone burst into laughter. If they were really not nervous, they wouldn't have such an expression.

"Hey, relax, Aaron. The game hasn't started yet!"

"Don't take Barcelona seriously, he is not as strong as your opponent in the training game!"

"Are you saying we're strong?"

"Of course! Nottingham Forest is the strongest!"

"Remember how you felt when you train? That's the game!"

"It's just the quarterfinals of the Champions League! I have to play such a game every year..."

"Stop bragging, Freddy. We missed the quarterfinals for two years."

"Hey, Aaron. Imagine Barcelona's highest central defender is Piquina, but he still cuts your head! You won't be afraid!"

"Are you talking about Pikui? Oh, I'm familiar with that boy." Pepe, who had just arrived, got in. "He has great physical fitness, but his skills and consciousness are still bad. Not as good as me! What a pity. If I keep following me, I will definitely make rapid progress, but I've gone to Barcelona..." He shook his head with a sad expression on his face.

"I think Alon will definitely be guarded by Pique. If you fight with him head-on... I honestly don't think you will get a advantage, Alon." Then he advised Mitcher as Pique's partner. "I think you should try to use your skills..."

"But the boss didn't let me rely too much on my feet..."

"I'm stupid! Skills are not just footwork. Your consciousness and your running are all skills!" Pepe wanted to give Mitcher a knack on his head.

"Only a super shooter like me can master the advanced skills of using running to deceive the opponent's defensive players!" Freddy Eastwood pretended to be a master in front of everyone, and was ruthlessly despised by his teammates.

Everyone gave Mitchel this idea in a verbal way. He wasn't nervous anymore. Of course, he would also think about the evening game in his heart, but he had no other emotions except expectation.

He was sure that he was really ready this time.

"The world is in our hands! The world is in our hands! We are invincible and will defeat... Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest!"

When the lights first came on, a large group of fans singing outside the window.

Mitcher's father said goodbye to his wife at the door, then hung the forest team's scarf around his neck and opened the door and walked out. He greeted several familiar fans and then merged into the red stream. As they passed by the houses and the passages, more and more people joined them. It was like a surging river, carrying everything along the way, rolling forward to the sea.

They sang the Nottingham Forest team song while heading towards the city court.

On this night, countless such teams flocked from all directions to the brightly lit city courts. They didn't know each other normally, but at this moment they were comrades-in-arms fighting side by side.

Barcelona fans, under the protection of many policemen, gathered outside the city stadium to wait for entry. They were also singing Barcelona's songs, "Barcelona! Barcelona! Bazaar - Sa!" shouts can be heard from a distance. The number of people is not large. The momentum is not small.

They were more optimistic. In an interview with the media before the game, they all expressed confidently that Barcelona would win this game. "We have Messidona! We also have Xavi and Xiaobai! We have Bo Yang! We are the best in the world! What is the Nottingham Forest? Tony Don, Tony Don, Tony Don... Where is he now? In the stands! Hahahaha!"

As a fight back, Nottingham Forest fans began to be experts familiar with the history of the two teams' confrontation in front of the TV cameras. Tell the Catalan media that except for the 2006 final, Barcelona encountered Nottingham Forest twice and were eliminated both times. "Champion? We don't think about that kind of thing. We tell you that tonight we just want to see Barcelona crying and go home to find their mother! All champions must bow down when facing Nottingham Forest. Inter Milan just lost, and Barcelona is no exception!"

"Although the game has not started yet, I still have to say... it is really a fierce game!" BBC reporter sent the report back from the scene. He said in the end.

The buses from Nottingham Forest and Barcelona arrived at the ground at the same time, with the distance between the two cars, one in front and one behind, no more than twenty meters. With the help of the police car leading the way, they both successfully entered the stadium on the crowded Trent River.

The players were fishing down from the car, and some people were still in the mood to wave their hands with the journalists and fans around them, showing confident smiles.

Tony Donn was also in the crowd, but he couldn't follow the team to the locker room. Two supervisors sent by UEFA were watching him at the entrance of the passage.

"Hey, Mr. Done! Can you accept an interview?"

"Coach Tangen, I have a problem..."

Tang En glanced at the two supervisors standing at the entrance. He smiled at them. Then he stopped here and began to accept interviews from reporters.

"I'm very happy. Do you have any questions to ask?"

"You are banned in a game like Barcelona and cannot even enter the locker room. Will this have any adverse effects on your team?"

"There is no adverse effect. My coaching staff is excellent, and my players know what they are going to do. I will watch the game in the stands like an ordinary fan." After saying that, Tang En took off the collar of his shirt and showed him his special clothes today - there was also a red Nottingham Forest home jersey inside the shirt!

He also took out a Nottingham Woodland scarf from his suit pocket, which was also red. He hung it around his neck, and it looked no different from the ordinary fans outside.

"In an interview before the game, Guardiola said he was very happy that you could not command on the sidelines in this game. What do you think?"

"Is he complimenting me?" Tang En laughed. "The enemy's fear is my glory. But what I want to tell him is that he can laugh as much as he wants, because I'm afraid that he won't laugh at the end of the game!"

"It seems you are confident that you will win this game. But where did your confidence come from, Mr. Tangen?"

"My team." Tang En's face showed a proud look when he answered this question, "They are the best team in the world."

"All husbands will think that his wife is the best. Isn't it, Mr. Don!" A Catalan journalist made a different opinion.

Donn glanced at him and noticed the Barcelona badge on his suit collar, who was sure that the man was a Barcelona fan.

"Oh, no.   This gentleman.  I heard the famous saying of the truth: A wife is always good for others, and a child is good for himself."

After saying this, he stopped accepting an interview and walked straight to the two UEFA game supervisors. He opened his arms when he walked in front of them. “Do you need me to take off my pants?”

The two supervisors looked at each other.  I don’t know why Tang En said that.

"See if there are any high-tech things like microphones, radio generators, etc. hidden inside me."

Hearing him say this, the expressions of the two supervisors were as wonderful as eating shit.

"We...we are not prisons here, Mr. Tang En." One of them answered with a disgust that appeared in his heart.

"Isn't it? I see that your expressions are really like prisoners." Tang En snorted and walked past the two of them.

"Where are you going, Mr. Tangen?"

"Don't worry, I won't go to the locker room, I just go to the bathroom." Tang En turned around and looked at them. "Do you want to go together? You're welcome, I'll do it. By the way, you can see if I'll stuff a microphone and a satellite phone into it..."

"Mr. Tangen!" One of them finally couldn't bear it anymore, "We just had supper!"

Tang En raised his hands and made a sorry gesture, "But I'm doing it for your own good. If I really contact the coaching staff through some high-tech stuff, it's hard for you to explain when you go back, right?"

Tang En blinked at him and said something completely disgusting to him: "I can do it. Mr. Supervisor. I will do whatever it takes to win."

At that time, the two UEFA supervisors just thought that Don Eun was deliberately speaking anger and disgusting them. But it won't take long to know that every word Tony Don Eun said was true...
Chapter completed!