It was sunny on May 11 and the highest temperature in the afternoon was 31 degrees. The final round of the English Premier League kicked off at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Tony Dunn got up from the bed at seven o'clock. His wife started earlier than him and was busy making breakfast for him in the kitchen.

Instead of dressing and washing the reporter, he sat on the bed and chatted for a while. Is there no difference between this day and any other day? No, this is a special day. It's not because of this day to decide the ownership of the championship, but the complexity of this championship.

He was in a daze in bed, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

After being silent for a while, he rubbed his face and jumped off the bed.

A new day has begun. When the day ends, how will he feel?

Shania saw Dun En come down, leaned over and gave a good morning kiss. Dunn curled his lips: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

During breakfast, Shania kept reminding Dunn not to get too excited, even if he didn't win the league championship, it wasn't a big deal.

Dunn felt that it was unlucky for Shania to say that, and his face was black: "Can't you say something nice?"

Shania rolled her eyes: "You were so nervous early in the morning. What will you do when the game comes later?"

"I'm nervous?" Dunn laughed blankly, but soon he couldn't laugh because he felt his heart beating faster than usual.

Shania noticed that Dunn was silent again, so she looked up at him.

Dunn smiled awkwardly: "It seems to be a little nervous..."

Shania leaned her forehead up, against Dun En's head, and smiled at him: "I know you like championships, but don't worry me too much."

Dunn nodded gently.

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When Bendtner sat up from the bed, his teammates in the same room were still sleeping soundly on the bed. It seems that they played crazy last night, as evidenced by the smell of alcohol in the room.

Ashley Young’s worries are likely to become reality this afternoon-such Manchester City is simply unable to stop Arsenal, and even if Nottingham Forest beat Sunderland 90-0 at City Stadium, it will not help.

He turned to look at Robinho, who slept not so honestly. The Brazilian nightlife is so rich... He could still sleep here instead of a woman's side. He should be surprised.

Bendtner jumped out of bed wearing a pair of underwear, then yanked open the confinement curtains. Suddenly, bright sunlight poured into the dim room and hit Robinho's face.

Robinho blinked in his sleep, and he was awakened by the bright sunlight.

"Who turned on the light?" He covered his face with one hand and squinted his eyes and asked in a daze.

"Robby, it's dawn." Bendtner replied loudly and vigorously.

The confused Brazilian finally became a little more sober.

"It's dawn?" He blinked vigorously, seeing clearly that the light that awakened him was not the light, but the sunlight, and he muttered: "Damn... what time is it?"

"Seven thirty." Bendtner grinned at him.

"Oh, damn..." Robinho, who had just braced himself, fell on the bed again, "So early! You let me sleep for a while..."

"It's time to have breakfast, Robbie." Bendtner pretended to be confused.

"You go..." Robinho, who was lying on the bed, pulled the cup over to cover half of his body, waved his hand weakly, and groaned weakly. "Leave me alone..."

"When are you going to sleep?"

"Sleep to wake up naturally..." After saying this, Robinho fell asleep again.

Bendtner spread his hands beside him and shrugged helplessly.

He believes that Robinho is definitely not an exception, as many Manchester City players did last night. McLaren doesn't care. In his opinion, the team completed the task ahead of schedule. The final round of the league is irrelevant. It is reasonable to let the players relax. As long as these players don’t go out to find women, what is a drink? In English football, you don't know how to drink, you are embarrassed to say that you are a professional player!

Robinho is the starter of this game...

Tony Dunn has been arrogant for eleven years, and this time he will finally be punished. Arsenal will face a Manchester City that surrendered before the game.

It stands to reason that he is happy to see it happen, but there is no pleasure in his heart.

After washing and dressing, I saw Ashley Yang coming out from the next room yawning when I went out.

"Good morning... huh—"

Tears were squeezed out.

"Didn't you go to bed early? Why haven't you woken up yet?" Bendtner wondered.

"Don't mention it..." Ashley Yang looked pained, "Sean was very excited last night and insisted on pulling me to play stud. He is the boss of the team, I can't refuse..." Then he played again. Yawned.

"Who's winning?"

"I..." Yang didn't have the slightest joy in winning. "The **** Shaun said that if he can't win, I don't want to sleep...but his card skills are so **** stinky! Finally, I worked very hard. That made him win a round, it's already three o'clock..."

Ashley Young’s pain made Bendtner full of sympathy for him. Fortunately, Robinho is more interested in women and alcohol than pulling his roommates to play cards and bet money.

Even team captain Sean Wright-Phillips is like this, the team's combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Bentner and Ashley Young walked to the elevator, ready to eat breakfast.

"If I fall asleep at the dining table in a while, you will wake me up."

"I don't think you will fall asleep, you will poke a fork in your nostril, ha!" Bendtner laughed. "You will be the first professional player ever to hurt yourself with a fork while eating!"

"What are you afraid of...I won't play anyway, it might be better, it hurts myself, I don't even need to come off the bench..." Ashley Yang mumbled into the elevator.

There were only two of them in the huge elevator, which seemed empty.

"Ah—" Ashley Young stretched, "There is one more game, and I will be free. Goodbye Manchester City, I don't miss it at all! Hey, Niklas, you don't want to miss you. Future plans?"

Bendtner was silent.

Ashley Young didn't expect Bendtner's answer. He leaned against the elevator wall, his drowsiness dissipated a little with the cold feeling.

He suddenly fell into an inexplicable memory, remembering that he wore a red jersey to fight the world. At that time he was paid far less than today, but he felt happy...

I wonder if Bendtner has the same idea now?

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Wenger slowly squeezed coffee in the hotel restaurant where he was staying, and rested with his assistants. The players have just finished their early lunch and are returning to their room to rest.

His assistant coach Pat Rice brought him good news: "I was told that he saw the Manchester City players indulge in the bar until the middle of the night. We ran into an undesirable Opponent. This game is set!"

Wenger retorted him with a smile: "You can't say this until the last second of the football match, Pat." But this rebuttal is not convincing, even he himself thinks that Manchester City is so loose, it is absolutely harmless.

Pat didn't take this warning seriously either. He said cheerfully: "I'm thinking about Tony Dunn's so pitiful. His team is desperately trying to win the game. We must have never thought that our opponent would be such a team. Even I feel that luck is a bit too much, maybe this year is really destined to win the championship!"

After hearing what he said, Wenger pondered for a while and ordered: "Don't tell the players about your opponents, and don't let reporters contact them. Those reporters will only mess things up. Let our players think Manchester City is still As always, we need to do our best. Pride and underestimate the enemy, I don’t want to appear in this game."

Pat Rice nodded, he knew Wenger's temper. Acena is not the kind of overbearing person.

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When Wenger and his assistant were resting in the hotel and talking about their opponents in the afternoon, Dunn also received a call from Pierce Bruce.

"Um, Tony...I don't know if I should tell you something..." Bruce on the phone hesitated.

Dunn felt that today was abnormal, and he was a little impatient.

"Just say anything, Mr. reporter."

"I heard that the Manchester City team was partying all night in the bar yesterday..."

Dunn grinned silently. "This is not surprising, Mr. Reporter. Your news is getting worse and worse."

"Don't you worry about the fate of you and the Forest team?"

Dunn simply laughed this time: "Can I still fly to London, pinch McLaren by the neck, and ask him to fight with all his strength and show sportsmanship?"

The question left Bruce speechless.

"Mr. Reporter, I don't care where you got the news from, but I hope you don't use this news to disturb my players."

Bruce agreed.

"Very well, thank you for calling me specifically to tell me this." Dunn hung up after thanking Bruce.

"Whose phone number, Tony?" Chris Luck asked him when Dunn came back.

"An old friend, come and care about our prospects for winning." Dunn stalled. He pointed to the location of the hotel lobby, "Tell the security guard to help me get the reporters out. My team needs a full rest, and I don't want to see any disturbances."

For Dunn’s sudden decision, neither Chris Lak nor the hotel security were surprised. They all knew what kind of head coach Tony Dunn was. Confronting the media was simply part of his life. It was as normal as eating and sleeping.

In the eyes of the media, Dunn's reason for doing this is obvious-he is nervous. This strongman coach, who has never shown weakness in front of others, finally has a tense moment... This is something worthy of hype.

Dunn doesn't care what others think of him. He wants to ensure that his players will not be disturbed by these messy things before they step on the court. No matter what happens over there, my team cannot shake its determination to win the championship. Even if there is only 0.00000000001% of hope, we must do our best to fight for it.

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At 3:30 in the afternoon, the final round of the 13-14 English Premier League will kick off at the same time. When there were forty-five minutes before the start of the race, the four buses drove out of four different hotels and drove to their destinations.

Two of them drove to the Emirates Stadium, and the other two drove to the City Stadium.

The bus in Nottingham Forest is a bit quiet, and the atmosphere is different from the usual home games. Perhaps it was this special last round that made everyone lose interest in talking.

Dunn also sat in the front seat alone, turned his head and looked out the window silently. Even the soul of his team is like this, let alone his men.

Until the stadium, the dull atmosphere in the car was broken by Chris Lak’s loud voice: "Get off the car at speed, go to change clothes, ready to warm up!"

Dunn jumped out of the car for the last time. He looked at the media and fans gathered around him. He didn't wave his hands or stop to accept interviews with reporters. He followed the team into the hallway.

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When Bendtner got out of the car, all his sights were Arsenal fans wearing red and white jerseys, and blue Manchester City fans dotted it. Both in terms of numbers and momentum, they were all defeated.

Arsenal fans yelled to the Manchester City players, waving their fists and slogans and scarves in their hands to create pressure on the Manchester City players.

Seeing this scene, Bendtner wanted to laugh.

You don’t have to work so hard, we have already raised the white flag...

Cheer for your team, congratulations to your team for winning the league championship.

Bendtner walked forward, and reporters around tried to rush up to interview him. The man was separated by a security guard and shouted: "Bentner! You almost joined Arsenal before. Now facing Arsenal in the final round of the league, will you have any special feelings?"

This question stopped Bendtner, but soon he shook his head and continued to move forward.

How many years ago was that? Yes, Arsenal was pursuing him, but in the end he chose Nottingham Forest. If he chose Arsenal...where would he be now?

Such a question is really meaningless, he doesn't bother to bother about it.

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Wenger looked at the players returning from the warm-up with a serious and solemn expression: "We are one point ahead. But I hope you will forget that point. Manchester City is not a weak team. If you take it lightly, you will lose miserably. . I’m not being alarmist, it’s a fact.”

"I don't want to see the Premier League trophy fly from here to Nottingham in ninety minutes. The championship trophy shipped to the Emirates Stadium is genuine, leave it here!"

Wenger, the gentle French professor, was unusually excited.

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Next door, McLaren allowed the Manchester City players in the dressing room to listen to music and do what he wanted. Bendtner sat in his seat after changing his jersey, said nothing, closed his eyes and calmed down. The coach speaks? McLaren never said anything meaningful. Listening to him at this time, it is better to rest yourself.

Robinho, who didn't get up until nine o'clock in the morning, looked energetic at this time. He was playing in the locker room with only a pair of underwear. His technique was really good and he could always make moves that made other teammates dumbfounded. He still moved freely in the cramped locker room. I just don't know how many points he can retain on the court in a while.

"Hey, Robbie! I'm not shooting a Nike commercial right now, don't be so excited!" some of the teammates shouted, laughing.

In response to him, Robinho used a bicycle and passed him through the crotch. This time, the teammates around him laughed loudly, booing his teammates who were passed away.

Ashley Young is also among them. He doesn't need to start this game. He will switch to Liverpool next season and his mentality is very relaxed. No one will treat the next game as suffering, for them, the summer vacation has already begun!

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Sunderland's head coach Roland Nielsen is loudly encouraging morale. The team looks a little depressed. The away scene is facing Nottingham Forest, which must win to retain the championship hope. It is the team's biggest misfortune...

"Don't give up! As long as we win Nottingham Forest, we can succeed in relegation! Think about it, guys! Our luck is much better than our opponents-even if they win us, they don't necessarily win the championship! Now! At least destiny is in our own hands. Don't throw this opportunity away easily! Sunderland can't be demoted!"

"Don't think that Nottingham Forest is now impeccable at second place. In fact, as long as we seize the opportunity, the victory will belong to us... They must beat us at home to retain their hope of winning. This is a huge psychological pressure for them. At the same time, even if we can beat us, whether we can win the championship depends on the results of Arsenal and Manchester City. Their players know this very well... So in fact Nottingham Forest is under great pressure on the one hand, and lack of motivation on the other. It’s our opportunity to seize it and beat them! Let us stay in the Super League!"

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Tony Dunn came in from outside and closed the locker room door easily. The noise was much smaller, and everyone looked up at their leader, the captain.

"There is a fact that you already know a lot, and I don't want to repeat it here. What I want to say is..." Dunn scratched his head habitually. Because of this habit, his hair is always messy. "Regardless of the situation there, you have to play this game for me. Remember what I told you during the halftime of that league match against Arsenal? If we can't win the game ourselves, we What are the qualifications to compete for the championship? This is still true today. If we lose to a team like Sunderland, then Arsenal won't even have to play against Manchester City, they can win the championship early."

"This is not what I want to see. We at Nottingham Forest have always been a team that never gave up. We did not give up in the two Champions League finals, so we are the champions. This time it is the same. Leave others alone and do Good job. Sunderland thinks we are bullies, so let them know how outrageous the mistake is."

"The Goddess of Victory never favors self-defeating cowards. When the opportunity arises, I hope all of us are ready." Dunn's tone was not impassioned, but everyone could hear what he said. power.

"I'm ready, how about you?"

He looked at the players in front of him and asked calmly.

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