Chapter 57 This Night

When Tony Donn stood on the podium in a wet suit, the person waiting in front of him was UEFA President Platini.

The UEFA number one person watched with a smile as Don Eun pulled his wet hair away from his eyes, not urging him.

Tang En was just poured from head to tail by the players with the water they usually drink. It was a story that happened after carrying him around the field for a week. Tang En was caught off guard and was in a very embarrassing state. He had to be glad that those kids didn't splash him with champagne, otherwise he would be stuck all over his body and would be depressed.

Platini kept looking at Tang Eng smiled like this, as if he was watching something very interesting.                                                                                                                    

Tang En returned the gift: "Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

If Don En had been loyal to UEFA, the smile on Platini's face would have been even stronger at this moment. He would pat Don En's face intimately, then use the French kiss and say, "Congratulations, dear Tony."

But now awarding an award to a team from the Premier League makes Platini unable to laugh at all. Five years ago, Premier League teams represented by Nottingham Forest and Manchester United dominated the majority of the semi-finals of the Champions League, which made UEFA very unhappy. So he tried every means to curb the influence of Premier League teams in the Champions League, including secretly manipulating the draw results and assigning referees. Later, Tony Donn suffered a heart attack, Nottingham Forest declined, and the Premier League Tornado was finally weaker. Unfortunately, Ferguson still broke through layers of encirclement and won the championship in the last Champions League final before retirement. The strength of the Premier League could not be curbed even if UEFA was determined.

Now it is even more amazing. Tony Donn brought Nottingham Forest back and won the championship trophy again, making all European teams a spectator. If this continues, the European Championship will be simply renamed "UEFA Cup".

This is definitely not the future that UEFA wants to see. They said, "A certain national league monopolizes the semi-finals of the Champions League. It is not conducive to the development of football." In fact, their real idea is, "A certain national league monopolizes the semi-finals of the Champions League, it will inevitably make other league fans lose interest in subsequent matches, affect the ratings, and directly affect the share of TV broadcasts. In the final analysis, it is just one word - money."

UEFA is not a charity and there is no government financial appropriation behind it. They have to bear their own profits and losses. Of course, they do whatever they make.

If three Premier League teams and any other foreign league team enter the semifinals every year, even the hard-core fans will have aesthetic fatigue. What should I do if I am aesthetically tired? If I don’t watch it, then TV broadcasters reduce their share, advertisers reduce their investment, and in the end, their money will decrease.

Platini raised the gold medal in his hand. At this time, Donn should bow and let Platini hang the gold medal around his neck. But he didn't do that. He hadn't done this for a long time. He was not used to bowing in front of others, even to accept the gold medal. He always took the other party's medal with his hands to receive the prize.

Platini looked at the rebellious master helplessly. He handed the gold medal in his hand to him.

Donn saw the discomfort in Platini's eyes, although it soon disappeared. He knew that Platini was unhappy, but he didn't care.

After receiving the gold medal, Don En directly put it in the pocket of the suit top, looking at it without any attention. Real Madrid fans must have bleed in their hearts when they saw this scene - the highest honor they had always dreamed of actually being treated like this by the rude, rude, uneducated English country bumpkin.

Tony Donn put the gold medal in his pocket. He shook hands with some officials behind Platini, walked to the side of the Taiwan side, and waited with everyone for George Wood to come on stage.

This is the highlight of all awards ceremony-the trophy delivery.

When George Wood walked onto the stage, his teammates on the other side were making gestures and whistling at him. They were so excited that they saw a beautiful naked girl - the big ear cup at this moment was in their eyes. The graceful arc, the bright shell reflecting the light, was indeed a beautiful naked girl posing in a sexy posture to seduce them.

Wood bent down and asked Platini to hang the gold medal around his neck, and then walked to the table where the Champions League was placed with the UEFA president.

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" The players of the Forest team shouted in unison from behind. No matter what UEFA thinks about their championship, they only know that the championship is theirs!

Platini was attracted by the sudden shouts from behind. He looked back at the group of players, with a smile of praise on his face. Tang En looked at him from the side, saying in his heart that the cultivation of being a high-ranking official is indeed good...

Platini lifted the trophy and handed it to Wood.

"Congratulations. George. You are European champions!"

Wood took the trophy without hesitation and then raised it high. The teammates behind him roared and made a cup raising move: "Long live the champion!!"

Meanwhile, countless red confetti spewed out from behind the podium, and more red and white ribbons poured down from the roof of the Bernabeu Stadium. With the sound suddenly rising, "We Are the Champions", in the enemy's nest, Nottingham Forest was crowned the King of Europe.

This time, they are also the King of Kings - the Triple Crown King.

"...We are champions.   My friend! We are champions.   Victory in every battle..."

Amid the music, paper confettis was sprinkled down the sky. Tang En looked up at this scene. The ribbon confetti floating in the air shone under the flood lights of the stadium, as if they were fragments of memory, each with a face and a memory. It has been eleven years since I walked here like this. Some people's names and faces have gradually blurred in his memory, while others are still clear. Is it just over like this?

Looking at the confetti flying in the night sky, Tang En felt a little reluctant to leave as he thought about it.

The reporters at the press conference were impatient, and Tang En came late. He changed into a suit and his hair was wiped dry. It looked much more stylish than when he received the award. More stylish, he suddenly shook a red cloak on the stage and then did the bullfighting action.

"What do you think I am learning? Have some applause!" He smiled and said to the people below, very proud. "We just killed a giant bull." He made a stabbing sword move.

He smiled and looked at the Spanish journalists whose faces had changed color.                                                                                                                       

The Spanish journalists below suddenly had clouds on their faces, and no one applauded him.

This is a naked provocation, and this action also destined the tone of this press conference - if you provoke, we will find fault.

Michelle left after the interview before him. The bloody storm that will happen here naturally has nothing to do with him. After mocking the Spaniards, Tang Enqun sat on the seat and nodded to the host. The host signaled that the reporters could ask questions.

All the reporters raised their hands, and Tang En didn't look carefully at which Spanish journalists were just right to him, and which were English journalists who might be biased towards him. He just clicked one. The person who stood up was a reporter from the Spanish newspaper Marca. The middle-aged man was gritting his teeth when he spoke. Obviously, he was very excited by Tang En's "performance" before: "First of all, congratulations on leading the team to win the triple crown. Secondly, I would like to ask Pepe's red card, he may face serious punishment. Do you have anything to say, Mr. Tang En?"

Pepe's violent foul during the game will definitely become the focus of attention of many media after the game. The Spaniards will use this as a handle to attack Done. They overturn the results of Nottingham Forest from point to face. Now, they want to ruin Done's good mood just now at the press conference.

Tang En raised his eyebrows and put away his smile: "I support Pepe, and it is understandable that I am impulsive at that time. After all, Real Madrid relied on that penalty kick to equalize the score at the last moment. This is really a coincidence. If it were me, I would be angry. "As expected, Tang En chose to protect his son. And he also cursed UEFA in a hidden way.

"Do you support the beating?" asked the reporter of Maca.

"Under that situation at that time, I could understand even if he hit someone." Tang En replied expressionlessly. "If it were me..." Tang En paused for a moment, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face. "... Maybe he would beat him too."

The reporter of the Marca looked a little bad, and he sat down angrily. He probably was thinking about how to say bad things about Don En in the newspaper.

The second one was still called up was the Spanish reporter, this time it was replaced by the newspaper As. The finger was still directed at Tony Donn, but the reason was replaced by tactics. "The Nottingham Forest violated Real Madrid players many times throughout the game, and there were thirty fouls in 120 minutes. Is this not normal?"

"A very normal tactical arrangement." Tang En took the responsibility on his head, "I asked them to do this. As a result, you saw it, Mr. Journalist." Tang En took out the gold medal from his pocket, and a golden light shook the reporter's head and his eyes closed slightly. "We are the champions."

"Is there any reason to win such a champion?" The reporter was very upset by Tang En's frivolous behavior. What he said was already out of the scope of the reporter's questions and had lost his mind.

Tang En spread his hands and looked innocent: "Why are there no reason to take it? We don't steal or rob, we don't rely on referees, and we don't rely on UEFA. There is no exaggerated home advantage. There is no last-minute penalty kick help, one less person than Real Madrid. In this case, we still won the championship. If we don't have the reason to win the championship, then respected Mr. Asper, tell me, who else in this world has more reason to win it than us... This?" Tang En shook the reporter's eyes with the gold medal again, and he was deliberately trying to anger the other party.

"Okay, next one." Tang En ignored the Spaniard who bit his lower lip and his face was red, and then he turned his head and lighted another person.

This time I finally stood up to the English reporter, but in a sense he was still Tang En's "enemy" - a reporter from the Sun.

The Sun's reporters are well versed in the way of reporters. Congratulations to Tang En, asking some questions that are not painful. They are not their purpose. If you want to play, play with them. Don't be afraid of attracting people. If you don't attract people, you are mediocre. Those who are reporters must have the awareness of being scolded by millions of people and still remain unchanged.

"Mr. Tang En, I heard that your contract will expire on June 30th, but you have not renewed your contract with the club until now. Is there any... hidden information?"

The authentic English paparazzi took action and immediately shocked everyone. The news that Tang En and the club did not renew their contracts knew that there were not many people in the land. It can be said that even the players of the Forest team did not know about this. Unexpectedly, the Sun actually found out.

Tang En had to look at the man in front of him with admiration.

"It's so inexplicable that you don't go to Scotland Yard, Mr. Journalist." Tang En said this to admit that the news from the Sun reporter was true. The following discussion became even louder, and the host had to come out to maintain order.

But this reporter must embarrass Tang En: "So you admit that this is the case. Then I can ask what exactly made you choose not to renew your contract?"

Don Evan and Allen were prepared and moved out the excuse to deal with Evan and Allen: "Before the Champions League, I didn't want to be disturbed by those contract terms and annual salary or anything."

"That is to say, the contract will be renewed after the Champions League? Ah, Mr. Tang En. You have to understand the mood of those who care about you and the Forest fans. They must all hope that as the club's meritorious coach, they can renew the contract with the team and continue their glory..."

These words were so high-sounding, but Tang En knew that the bastard was not in good faith.

"You will know then, Mr. Reporter." Tang En was certainly not a good person, he responded. The question and answer ended.

Perhaps it was because of the three consecutive people who were looking for trouble, and Tang En did not click casually this time. Instead, he ordered Pierce Bruce.

Bruce obviously didn't know that Tang En had not renewed his contract with the club. It seemed that Tang En was really tightly covered. He stood up and his eyes were a little wandering when he stood up, and he must be thinking about what had just happened. The questions he asked were all very well-known, and they had no news value. They were nothing more than the team's tactical arrangements. Praise some players for their performance and talk about their thoughts on the triple crown...

Tang En answered the questions and answers as if they had already been rehearsed, and the questions and answers were going very quickly. The other reporters below were taking shorthands seriously. But they all shook their heads at the same time - it seemed that the good show had passed.

After answering these questions, Bruce suddenly woke up and wanted to ask. "Tony, will he really renew his contract after the Champions League?"

Don was stunned by Bruce's question, and his face was not good at all, but his face only appeared on his face for less than a second, and he changed his smile.

"You will know then, Mr. Bruce."

When Pierce Bruce heard the last name of Tangen, sweat broke out on his forehead. He understood that the king of Nottingham Forest was angry. But this further strengthened his doubts about Tangen's failure to renew his contract with the club in advance.

A year ago, the media were hyping the news that Tang En had renewed the contract with the club. At that time, the Forest Club had already offered Tang En a new five-year contract, and his annual salary was more than doubled than what he had now. The annual salary number made him not only in terms of record, but also in terms of income.   The negotiations were going well, and Tang En was ready to sign the new contract, but unexpectedly, Allen forced his hands to sell Lennon.    Donn said nothing.   The renewal negotiations were immediately suspended.    And told Evan that he would come back to discuss this matter in a year.

At that time, Tang En did a great job. The two sides had an unhappy quarrel. There were even rumors in the market that Tang En would leave that summer and coach at Manchester United. Although Tang En did not leave in the end, this surprised those who thought he should have left, rumors of conflicts between him and the club were rampant and it was a long time ago. It directly affected the team's summer preparations, the team's hearts were floating, and the transfers also stagnated. As a result, the Forest's new season started slowly than several other competitors, otherwise they would not have chased Arsenal at the last moment of the season and won the championship.

Bruce knew that Donn and Allen were in a bad relationship, but he didn't expect that he hadn't renewed his contract with the club until now...

After this final, I believe Evan Dogerty will be impatient to come up with a new contract. Where will Tang En go at that time?

The Nottingham Evening Post reporter frowned, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

At this time, the man in his eyes had already stood up and left. The host quickly announced that the press conference was over. The reporters wanted to ask questions, but Tang En walked out without looking back.

This post-match press conference should have been filled with joy, but there was no festive atmosphere at all...

Pierce Bruce looked around and had this idea in his mind.

Don Eun did not go back to the locker room, but walked straight to the bus parked outside the court, where his team was waiting for him.

Tang En stepped into the carriage and waved his hand: "Go back and celebrate well. Guys! The season is over, don't think about anything, play as much as you want! Let go and play!"

What responded to him was a group of people cheering wildly.   I have worked hard for a season, and I have gritted my teeth and persevered until this moment. Why? Isn’t it just the boss’s words?

Before, the boss always waved his whip and shouted behind him: "Run! Keep running! Don't relax!" Now he has finally reached the finish line, and they are the first to cross the line. You can just go to the ground and have a good rest.

The carriage suddenly became lively. Some people were discussing where to go for a holiday, some were busy calling their family and girlfriend, and some people simply fell asleep on the chair.

Done didn't care how they made a fuss, he sat down next to Chris Lack and let out a gentle breath.

"It's finally over. David."

"Yes." Chris Lack replied with a smile, "I need to have a good rest!"

"So too." Tang En nodded.

"You really have to take a good rest. Don't worry your wife too much. You've been working so hard during this period."

Tang En nodded, then adjusted the seat back. He poured his body over and closed his eyes: "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll wake me up, David."

The luxury bus slowly drove out of the Bernabeu Stadium, which was turning off, and headed towards the hotel where they were staying. Everyone was still making noise in the car, but Donn, who was leaning against Chris Lak, had already heard a slight snoring.

This noise has nothing to do with him.

When Tang En was woken up, the car was parked at the hotel door. The players had all got out of the car, and he was the only one left in the car, Chris Lark and the driver.

"Ah? Well, it's here?" Tang En wiped his face and sat up from the seat, but forgot to adjust the angle of the backrest. He leaned back and then lay back. The feeling of weightlessness scared him and his expression changed. He returned to normal after leaning against the back of the chair.
To be continued...