On May 12th, Nottingham was filled with a festive atmosphere. Local media reported on the success of Forest’s defending league championships. Countless media gathered in this central city in England to interview the newly released Premier League champion.

On May 11, the FA officials presented the trophy replica to the Forest Team. The local media also complained that the FA looked down on the Forest Team. As a result, the next day, the FA replaced the replica with the authentic one. The action was quick and there was nothing to say.

After winning the championship, Don Eun gave the team a day off, but before the holiday, he reminded the players that there were two very important games and they could not play.

The players were on holiday, and Tang En also gave herself a day off. During this day, he stayed at home without going anywhere. Shanniya enjoyed such a time because at the last moment of yesterday's game, she was really scared.

Seeing her husband being on the sidelines nervous, excited, and depressed. Even her bystander's heart could not bear it, let alone Tony, who had undergone heart surgery?

Fortunately, the nuclear-powered heart is very strong and there is no problem. Otherwise, Shania would rather Tangen's team have nothing this season than Uncle Tony's.

Until one day later, Shania was still in fear.

Tang En naturally knew this, so he had to make up for Xianya this day. So he asked, "Where do you want to go to play? What are you buying?"

Shania posted it up, blew her breath on Tang En's nose, and laughed: "I don't want to go anywhere, let me hug you."

Tang En had a stern face: "I'm not your Duoduo doll!"

Xianya didn't care. She really hugged her husband like a doll: "Let me hold it, let me listen to your heartbeat, otherwise I'm really afraid that I'm dreaming..." she murmured.

Tang En stopped struggling. He gently pressed his chin against Shania's forehead.

"The heartbeats very vigorously." Shania raised her head and smiled at Tang En. "I'm relieved!"

Tang En didn't roll his eyes, he gently stroked Xianya's hair. He wanted to say something, but he just squirmed his lips, and didn't even send out a syllable.

While Shania and Don were lingering at home, Bell was knocking on Shannon's door with a gift.

The girl seemed to be still angry with Bell, and she only opened a crack and stopped Bell from entering.

So Bell took gifts and flowers to the door for a long time, and finally opened the girl's room door and her heart.

"I don't think you love me at all." Although Bell was letting her into her room, she still refused to give in.

Bell smiled and stuffed flowers and gifts into Shannon's hand, then hugged her from behind and said, "Who told me to be a professional player? Sometimes I always score some points, don't be jealous. We, the boss, do you know? His celebrity wife doesn't like him to touch football, and is always worried about his heart."

When it comes to Tang En and Shania, girls are excited. When Tang En married Shania, who is more than 20 years younger than him, she caused many men to complain, but for the girls, she is the object of envy. Shannon is no exception. Although she is not a fan, as a Nottingham, she also knows the story of Tony Tangen.

She snuggled in Bell's arms, hoping that her boyfriend would also give herself a heart-warming romantic love.

"Then... you are not allowed to love any woman except football." The girl acted coquettishly.

Bell gently kissed her earlobe: "Okay, I swear."

The girl smiled with satisfaction. She was so soft that she was in bed along Bell.

"The sun is so bright, George."

Sophia put on a pergola in her hand, looked up and squinted her eyes to the sky. She was walking outside for a sunny walk. Her pale face was covered with a warm color by the sun, and she regained her charm.

Wood nodded.

"I won the league championship. I'm very happy?"

"Yeah, happy."

"Mr. Tang En doesn't have to eat the table and make a fool of himself... In the last few minutes, I was really worried that he would suddenly fall to the sidelines. Fortunately, nothing happened." Sophia said softly with her head down.

The two of them were tired of walking, so they sat down on a bench to rest.

Sophia turned her head and looked at her son beside her. He was looking at the people walking in the distance and tranced.

He was thinking about something.

Sophia didn't bother him, leaned on the back of the chair and enjoyed the sun. She felt that she owed her son a lot, and at this time his teammates must be busy with her girlfriend's dates, going out for shopping, going out for nightclubs, bars and other entertainment venues. Only George has to accompany her, a useless person.

It might be better for George if he died?

Unfortunately, she couldn't bear to let go of George. She loved George and felt that she was the one who loved George the most in the world. She didn't want to leave George alone. Unless another woman who loved George more than she appeared in this world, she would stay by George's side.

Wood was shocked to find someone leaning on his shoulder, and he found that it was his mother.

At this time, my mother snuggled up to her like a little girl. She closed her eyes. The corners of her mouth were raised. She smiled. The morning eyes were sprinkled on her face, giving birth to a colorful halo.

Wood was a little stunned.    It has been a long time since her mother showed such a bright expression.                                                 

He froze and didn't dare to move for a moment, for fear of disturbing his mother.

Are you dreaming?

Kenny Burns stood alone in front of the bronze statue of Brian Crowf in the central square of Nottingham.   There were many bouquets under the base of the bronze statue.   There was not so lively in the past.   It was all because Nottingham Forest’s successful defending league championship and the city stadium was to be demolished again, which evoked everyone’s memories of the past.

Just as he stood here, several fans came to offer flowers. Without exception, they were all white-haired old men.

They did not recognize the old man standing next to him and silently was one of the founders of the first glorious era of Nottingham Forest. He once won the Stanley Matthews Award for Superstar. Today, Burns looks no different from an ordinary British old man. In him, you can never see the glorious glory of the past that once belonged to him.

Just after the competition yesterday, he and his former companions came here again. They took a photo together. But it was just a show carefully arranged by the media. He returned here again today, and suddenly something he wanted to say to his boss.

"Three league championships, boss. Maybe there will be a third European championship and the third championship trophy of this season... He did a mistake, right, boss? Maybe... it's better than you..." Burns looked up at the sky, and it was like a clear sky. There was absolutely no possibility of a lightning flash slashing over his head out of thin air.

After discovering his conditioned reflexive action, Burns laughed out loud: "Ha!"

He remembered that he left their place in September 2004. He passed away at Derby County Hospital due to gastric cancer. He was only 69 years old... Ferguson, 69, was still leading the team to compete in the Premier League and won the Champions League. That was the second European championship trophy in his coaching career.

Now, ten years are about to pass.

Ten years ago, Nottingham Forest sent away the first noble person in the club's history and welcomed the second noble person. The coincidence of numbers is like a cycle, with a sense of fate in it.

Ten years ago, Burns really didn't expect that he would be in his lifetime. It was like seeing the re-emerging of the Forest team, which was like dreaming. A rookie coach who was hit by a player on the sidelines suddenly turned into the most popular and hottest champion coach in Europe.

After standing for a while, Burns said goodbye to his head and turned around and walked away.

Crowe behind him was wearing a cardigan. He held his hands together and raised his head. This was the scene when he decided to retire to tens of thousands of fans at the city stadium, which was permanently frozen by metal.

Below the bronze statue, there were fans coming to send flowers and longing. Some people were like Burns. Standing in front of Clauve's bronze statue, talking about the past years, and then talking about their current glory. It was like chatting with old friends.

Although he was waiting for the plane at London Heathrow Airport and preparing to return to Denmark, Bentner was still wearing sunglasses, he was still recognized. The "best round" of the last round of the game just made a big splash, and now he really wants to keep a low profile and can't keep it down.

He was dragging his luggage to the boarding gate, but was stopped by several people halfway.

"Hey, Nicky!"

The people called Bentner's nickname, which made him stop involuntarily.

"Ha, it's Nicky! It's you!"

Several people came up, and Bentner instinctively wanted to refuse the interview. However, he found that those people were not journalists, because they did not carry interview bags on their backs and were too amateur in holding the ground camera in their hands. They were surprised on their faces. This surprise was definitely not the kind of surprise that they saw the living news material, but a kind of joy from the heart.

He found it strange. Do you have fans in London?

He smiled. He didn't want to disappoint the fans, and was waiting to meet the other party's autograph and photo requirements.

As a result, the four people did not want to take a photo with him or ask for an autograph. They just gave Bentner a thumbs up: "Beautiful job, those two goals! We saw it, it was really wonderful!"

"Yes, well done, Keeni...Ahem, I haven't called that for a long time, I'm really not used to it..."

"To be honest, I didn't have any hope for you at first. But I'm very happy that I was wrong in the end!"

Several enthusiastic fans praised Bentner loudly, then patted his shoulders and arms and left.

Bentner turned his head and looked at their cheerful backs, and when he walked, he looked like he was on his toes, as if he could fly. He suddenly realized that these guys he met were fans of Nottingham Forest!

After thinking through this relationship, he grinned silently.

In the past, as long as he returned to the city stadium, he was greeted by the overwhelming booing and scolding of the forest fans. He was like Judas, written in a biblical story for future generations to curse billions of times, and he did not have the opportunity or power to appeal for himself.

Now the situation is completely reversed. He has received praise from the hearts of the Forest fans. They even shouted the nicknames they had only shouted before and patted their shoulders and arms intimately.

Nottingham Forest won the championship...it was because of himself, it was a drama. He didn't want to help the Forest team win the championship, he just didn't want to be looked down upon by others.

After standing there and sighing that fate was aroused, Bentner dragged his suitcase and continued to search for his waiting area. The exciting game yesterday was almost thrown behind him. The joy of Nottingham Forester was too far away for him.

The red memory has long been gradually blurred. He has his future and has nothing to do with Nottingham Forest.

After yesterday's game, Wenger locked himself in the study as soon as he got home, and even his wife could not get close to him. This is a special way for him to express his anger and vent his emotions - not to eat or go, not sleep, and lock himself up. No one knows what he is going to do, but when he comes out of this autistic environment again, it mostly means that his emotions have returned to normal.

This time, he knew that the evening came out of the study and gave his wife an apology smile.

His eyes were covered with blood, probably not sleeping all night. His wife was busy preparing dinner for him, while he sat alone on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

After one night and one day, the scene of failure is still vivid in my mind. He can remember it by closing his eyes. He has a bigger chance of winning, but he lost the championship. What went wrong? Bentner didn't watch it? He specifically asked people to pay attention to it... but he still asked him to seize two opportunities to score the goal. This really cannot be explained by common sense. He didn't make any mistakes on the tactical level. In theory, he shouldn't be treated like this. But this is football, and it's unpredictable.

Fortunately, his heart is tougher than Tang En, and there is no problem with such stimulation. In fact, those who usually look gentle may have a more intense reaction than those with bad tempers once they are greatly stimulated.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to drive out the scene in his mind, and gradually felt tired.

When his wife came to Wenger with dinner, she realized that her husband had fallen asleep at some point and was snoring slightly...

She put down the supper, pulled a blanket, and gently covered her husband.

Today, Shania was particularly passionate, and she moaned with pain and joy in her throat. She closed her eyes and hugged her lover tightly, and her hands and ten fingers cut blood marks on Tang En's back. She seemed to be afraid that once she let go, her lover would disappear. Only by holding him tightly in her arms, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, listening to his breathing, and enjoying every impact he had... In this way, she felt safe deep in her heart.

For Bentner and Wenger, that intense season is over, and whether it is easy or regretful, they can only accept this result.
Chapter completed!