A helicopter passed over the city court, crossed the Trent River, and turned back. Looking down from the helicopter, the city court on the south bank of the Trent River gathered countless people, crowding the surrounding roads.

Don't hear the rustling electric current from time to time from the walkie-talkie on his shoulders. A policeman looked up at the helicopter flying over his head, and then pulled his eyes back.

A group of forest fans passed by his eyes while singing.

"Forest, Forest! We are Nottingham Forest!"

"Forest, Forest! We are Nottingham Forest!"

The singing came from all directions and rushed through him into the city court not far ahead.

"Forest, we are Nottingham Forest..." The police also hummed in a low voice.

"...sheshe...0415, repay the situation over you.  Finish...sheshe..." There was a rustling sound of calls from the intercom.

"Here is 0415, everything is normal, it's over."

"Forest, forest, invincible! Forest, we are Nottingham Forest..." The policeman turned around and turned away the radio in the car.

"...We saw that the buses on both sides had already parked outside the city stadium, and the players were fishing down from the car. A wonderful game will be presented to you in thirty minutes! See you after one minute of advertising!"

"gogogogo!" Chris Lack shouted in the locker room, "Be nervous, this is the Champions League!" He urged the players to go out and warm up.

The players changed their clothes and ran out. No one dared to delay even a second in front of the leader. In fact, no assistant coaches need to remind him that everyone knows what kind of game this is. The Forest team this season has greater ambitions than before.

When Tang En went out, he met Wenger on the sidelines, and the two of them stood together and chatted for a few words.

"I'll get tired of seeing you three times a week."

Wenger smiled and said, "I don't like seeing your face either."

"This schedule is so shit... By the way, I have to confirm something before the game, Asena."

"Um?"

"If I double-kill your Arsenal this season, will we still stand together and chat like this in the future?"

"Are you so confident?" Wenger did not answer his question, but looked at him and asked with interest.

"Anyway, isn't it?"

"Ha. I'll talk about it when you really win." Wenger turned around and left, and he never answered Tang En's question. This question is really hard to answer. He is not the kind of person who can calmly accept the result and bless the opponent. He is not willing to consider this issue. Because once you consider it, that thing is like a seed of a demon, taking root in his heart. There will always be a shadow circling deep in his heart: Will we really lose?

Tang En smiled silently as he looked at Wenger's back.

Fifteen minutes later, the team finished warming up and returned to the locker room.

Tang En looked at the players. The first sentence made them amused: "Will anyone think we are still playing in the league?"

There was a lot of laughter in the locker room.

"Arsenal, Arsenal, Arsenal... three times, I hope you won't feel bored. Ah..." Don sighed, "I know it's not easy to face a strong opponent in three consecutive games. But I'm sorry I won't understand you at this time. Just say something that everyone can do their best, but please have a clear conscience and stupidity like this. My requirements for you are very simple. And it has never changed, that is..."

Just as Tang En took a deep breath and was about to say that, the players had already shouted out collectively: "Victory!"

Tang En was stunned. Then he smiled and snapped his fingers: "It seems that I have to change my lines in the future. That's right, it's victory. I don't want anything except victory. No matter how strong the opponent is, no matter how difficult our own situation is, I just need to win. If you want to rest, then hold your energy and deal with the opponent in front of you in one breath, win all the championships, and enjoy your holiday. But now is not the time to relax. "He paused for a moment.

"From today, until... until the evening of May 22nd. You must maintain this fighting spirit. Don't relax for a moment..." He lowered his head and was silent again, and did not shout according to this momentum, mobilizing the emotions of the players.

Today's boss must be a little strange in the eyes of the players.

After a while of silence, everyone in the locker room was waiting for Tang En to speak again. Tang En finally raised his head and smiled at everyone: "Create a season that you will never forget in your entire career - the Three Crown King."

When the last word was spoken softly from Tang En's mouth, the man suddenly felt his scalp numb when he heard it, and a flame rose up in his heart, burning wildly.

Triple Crown!

What a fascinating future this is...

The domestic league, the number one cup, and the top European Cup. Three championships. Since Manchester United in 1999, there is no second team in Europe. Liverpool claims that he has won the "five championships" is just a joke. Barcelona was just a league champion and Champions League champion at its peak. Missed the King's Cup.

That’s right, it is precisely because of the difficulty and crucial luck factor of achieving the “Triple Crown” that it reflects its greatness.

All the players' faces were filled with a strange spirit and light, as if they had seen such a future.

Come back here with the Premier League Championship trophy on May 11, come back here with the FA Cup on May 17, and then come back here with the Champions Cup on May 22!

Just thinking about this situation makes people excited.

When the players on both sides shook hands before the game, Fabregas felt that George Wood was trying hard to shake hands with him, which made him a little happy.

He thought Wood also had the same fighting spirit as himself when facing him.

But in fact, when Wood thought of the "triple crown" that Tang En mentioned, he became a little excited...

"The game has begun. Nottingham Forest has launched a siege against Arsenal's goal with their home advantage. Their offensive is very fierce, and I never expected that they would attack here at the beginning of the game..."

Even the commentator gave all the praises to Fabregas: "Looking at his running and passing is simply an artistic enjoyment. Every move of his action seems casual. But it is closely related to the situation on the court. All movements of Arsenal and his opponent are under his control, and even George Wood has no choice but to do anything to him!... Turning back and passing the ball! In the air. Sania inserted! How did he see the situation behind him? It's so amazing! So beautiful! Although he has the best young midfielder in England like Willsheer, it's still far from him!"

Fabregas himself enjoyed this feeling. Whenever he passed the football out, he would laugh in his heart when he saw Wood jumping up.

Arsenal's performance during this period was also very good. Their passes and cuts were dazzling and praised. Unfortunately, they did not break through the goal guarded by Akinfeev, because no matter how beautiful the pass was, it could not solve the battle. "Arsenal likes to pass football into the goal" is an exaggeration, and the final score still depends on shooting.

Carlos Bella is very flexible, but she feels a little thin. He can't take any advantage in the Forest's penalty area. Van Persie doesn't seem to have a shooting boot today, and her shooting accuracy is always a little worse.

In the end, Fabregas suddenly turned out to pass the ball when the first half was approaching the end of the first half, but instead shot a cold shot in front of Wood!

Fortunately, Akinfeev was focused and tried hard to save the football, so he did not allow Arsenal to equalize the score before the end of the first half.

"When Arsenal strikers are unreliable, Fabregas will stand up by himself. It's a pity that this shot... almost scored."

The commentator was very regretful.                                                                                                                           �

During the break, Donne praised the team's performance in the first half of the first half, but he did not criticize the team's performance in the second half. He believed that it was because Arsenal performed too well and he had to deal with it. If Arsenal was allowed to play like this, the Forest's goal would be broken sooner or later.

"George, your guard against Fabregas is not tight enough. You can't let him pass the ball in front of you so easily... You had a handful of fouls in the first half." Don Eun raised five fingers, "Look at the jersey he was wearing when he left the court, it seemed as clean as if he had just retrieved from the laundry. This is simply a shame for you, George!"

Donn was not dissatisfied with the team, but he was not polite to Wood.

Wood was silent, he had accepted Don En's criticism.

"Second half..." Tang En pondered for a moment, "If Arsenal continues to play like this... we will shrink our defense and let them pass outside. Anyway, we have a goal in hand."
Chapter completed!