When Tony Dunn wore a drenched suit and stood on the podium in embarrassment, the person waiting for the award in front of him was UEFA President Platini.

The number one player in UEFA, with a smile on his face, watched Dun En pull his wet hair away from his eyes, without urging.

Dunn had just been drenched 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. Dunn was caught off guard, very embarrassed. He had to be thankful that those guys didn't splash him with champagne, otherwise he would be sticky all over his body now, and he would definitely be uncomfortable.

Platini kept looking at Dunn and smiling, as if looking at something very interesting. When Dunn finally sorted out the messy hair on his forehead, he handed over his hand: "Congratulations, Mr. Dunn."

Dunn responded: "Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

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

But now giving an award to a team from the Premier League makes Platini's heart unable to smile anyway. Five years ago, the Premier League teams represented by Nottingham Forest and Manchester United occupied the majority of the Champions League semi-final seats, which made UEFA very unhappy. So everything was done to contain the influence of the Premier League team in the Champions League, including secretly manipulating the draw result and assigning referees. Later, Tony Dunn suffered a heart attack, Nottingham Forest declined, and the Premier League whirlwind was finally weaker. It is a pity that Ferguson still broke through layers of encirclement and suppression in the last Champions League final before retiring and won the championship. The strength of the Premier League cannot be curbed even if UEFA is deliberate.

Now it's even more serious. Tony Dunn came back with Nottingham Forest and once again won the championship trophy, making all European teams a spectator. If this development continues, the UEFA Champions League will simply be renamed the "UEFA Cup" in the future.

This is definitely not the future UEFA wants to see. They said that "a certain country’s league monopolizes the Champions League semi-finals, which is detrimental to the development of football." In fact, their true idea is that “after a certain country’s league monopolizes the Champions League semi-finals, it will inevitably make other league fans right. The subsequent loss of interest in the game affects the ratings, and then directly affects the TV broadcast share. After all, it is just one word-money."

UEFA is not a charity organization, and there is no government financial allocation behind it. They are responsible for their own profits and losses. Naturally, it is how they get the money.

If three Premier League teams and any other league team enter the semi-finals every year, even **** fans will have a day of aesthetic fatigue. What should I do if I am aesthetically tired? Don’t watch it, so TV broadcasters cut their share, and advertisers reduced their investment. In the end, money became less and less.

Platini raised the gold medal in his hand. At this time, Dunn should bow his waist and let Platini hang the gold medal around his neck. But he didn't do it. He hasn't done this for a long time. He is not used to bowing in front of others, even if it is to receive a gold medal. He always accepts the opponent's medal with his hand.

Platini looked helplessly at this unruly lord, and handed the gold medal in his hand to him.

Dunn saw the discomfort in Platini's eyes, although it soon disappeared. He knows what Platini is up to, but he doesn't care.

After receiving the gold medal, Dunn put it directly in the pocket of his suit jacket, looking indifferently. Real Madrid fans must have seen this scene spit blood in their hearts-their dream of the highest honor turned out to be treated like this rude and uncultivated English hillbilly.

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

This is the highlight of all award ceremonies-trophies.

When George Wood stepped onto the stage, the teammates on the other side were gesturing and whistling to him. All of them were as excited as seeing a beautiful **-at this moment the big ear cup in their eyes, the graceful arc, the bright shell reflecting the light is indeed a beauty that tempts them in a **** pose** *****Wood bent down and let Platini hang the gold medal around his neck, and then walked with the UEFA president to the table where the Champions League was placed.

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" The players of the Forest team shouted in unison from behind. Regardless of what UEFA thought about their victory, they only knew that the champion was theirs!

Platini was attracted by the sudden shout from behind. He looked back at the group of players, his face seemed to have a smile of approval. Dunn watched from the side, and said to his heart that the self-cultivation of being a high official is really good...

Platini raised the trophy and handed it to Wood.

"Congratulations, George. You are European champions!"

Wood took the trophy unceremoniously and held it up high. The teammates behind him roared and made a toast together: "Champion-Long live!!"

At the same time, countless red confetti spurted from the back of the podium, and more red and white ribbons poured down from the roof of the Bernabéu Stadium, accompanied by the sudden increase in the sound of "We Are Champions". In the enemy's lair, Nottingham Forest crowned the King of Europe.

This time, they are still the king of kings-the triple crown.

"...We are the champions, my friend! We are the champions, winning every battle..."

With the sound of music, confetti sprinkled all over the sky, and Dunn looked up at this scene. Those ribbons and confetti floating in the air glowed under the flood lights of the stadium, like fragments of memory, each with a face and a memory. It's been eleven years, and it's been so long since I came here. Some people's names and faces have gradually blurred in his memory, while others are still clear. Is it over?

Looking at the confetti flying in the night sky, and thinking about it, Dun En felt a little reluctant.

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The reporters attending the press conference were all waiting impatiently, and Dunn was late. He changed into a suit and his hair was wiped dry. He looked more stylish than when he received the award. More fanciful, he suddenly shook out a red cloak on the stage, and then did a bullfighting action.

"The Spanish reporters here, how do you think I have learned? Come and applaud!" He smiled and said to the people below, that was very proud. "We just killed a giant bull." He made a stabbing action.

He smiled and looked at the Spanish reporters whose faces had changed in the audience. From the press conference before the game, he began to look forward to meeting today. I am glad that he had the last laugh, and this red cloak for bullfighting was not for nothing.

The faces of the Spanish reporters below were suddenly clouded, and no one applauded him.

This is a naked provocation, and this action is also doomed to the tone of this press conference-you provocation, we find the fault.

Michelle left after accepting the interview in front of him, and naturally the blood and blood that would happen here had nothing to do with him. After Tang Enqun laughed at the Spaniard, he took a seat and nodded to the host. The host indicated that the reporters could ask questions.

All the reporters raised their hands, and Dunn didn't take a closer look at which of the Spanish reporters who were cold to him just now, and which of them were English reporters who might be biased towards him, so he just ordered one. The person who stood up was a reporter from the Spanish newspaper "Marca", a middle-aged man who gave his head and gritted his teeth. He was obviously stimulated by Dunn’s previous "performance": "First of all, congratulations for leading the team to win the triple crown. Wang. Next, I would like to ask Pepe’s red card. He may face a very serious penalty. Do you have anything to say, Mr. Dunn?"

Pepe's violent foul in the game will definitely become the focus of many media attention after the game. The Spaniards will use this as a handle to attack Dunn, to overthrow Nottingham Forest in a single touch. And now, they want to break Dunn's good mood at the press conference.

Dunn raised his eyebrows and put a smile away: "I support Pepe. The impulse was understandable at that time. After all, Real Madrid relied on the penalty kick to tie the score at the last minute. This is really a coincidence. I, I will be angry too." As expected, Dunn chose to protect the calf. And he also scolded UEFA in secret.

"Do you also support beatings?" The Marca reporter asked.

"In that situation, I can understand even if he hit someone." Dunn replied blankly. "It's me..." Dunn paused, suddenly showing a bright smile on his face. "...Maybe I will fight."

The reporter of the Marca newspaper looked bad, and he sat down angrily. I guess I was thinking about how to say bad things about Dun En in the newspaper.

The second one was still the Spanish journalist, this time it was replaced by the Aspen newspaper. The spearhead was still directed at Tony Dunn, but the reason was changed to tactics. "Nottingham Forest violated Real Madrid players many times in the whole game. There were 30 fouls in 120 minutes. Is this unusual?"

"Very normal tactical arrangement." Dunn took the responsibility to himself, "I asked them to do this. As a result, you also saw, Mr. Reporter." Dunn took the gold medal out of his pocket, and a golden light shone under the light. The reporter turned his head and eyes slightly closed. "we are the champion."

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

Dunn spread his hands and looked innocent: "Why is there no reason to take it? We don't steal or grab, don't rely on referees or UEFA, and there is no exaggerated home court advantage, and no penalty kicks at the last minute, better than Real Madrid. One less person. Under such circumstances, we still won the championship. If we have no reason to win the championship, then the respected Aspen reporter, tell me, who else in the world has a better team than us The reason is...this?" Dunn shook the reporter's eyes with the gold medal again. He was deliberately trying to make him angry.

"Okay, next one." Dunn ignored the Spaniard who bit his lower lip and blushed, but turned his head and nodded again.

It was the English reporter who stood up this time, but in a sense, he was still Dunn's "enemy"—the Sun reporter.

The reporters of The Sun have been trained to be well versed in reporters. Congratulations, it is not their purpose for Dun En to ask more painless questions. If you want to play, play the best, don't be afraid to attract hatred, it is mediocre if you don't attract hatred. To be a reporter, you have to have the consciousness of being scolded by thousands of people and not changing your face.

"Mr. Tang En, I heard that your contract will expire on June 30, but you haven't renewed your contract with the club until now. Is there anything...hidden?"

This England authentic paparazzi made an extraordinary shot, and it was immediately shocking. Not many people know about the news that Dunn and the club have not renewed. It can be said that even the forest team players still don't know about this. Unexpectedly, the people from The Sun actually inquired.

Dunn had to look at this person with admiration.

"It's a shame that you don't go to Scotland Yard, Mr. Reporter." Dunn said that was tantamount to acknowledging the truth of the Sun reporter's news. The following discussion became louder, and the host had to come out to maintain order.

But the reporter must embarrass Dunn: "So you are admitting that there is such a thing. Then I can ask you what made you choose not to renew?"

Dunn was well prepared and used 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."

"In other words, the contract is renewed after the Champions League? Ah, Mr. Dunn, you have to understand the feelings of those who care about you and the Forest team fans. They must all hope that as the club’s meritorious coach, they can renew their contract with the team. , Continue the glory..."

These words were high-sounding, but Dunn knew that the **** was uneasy.

"You'll know then, Mr. Reporter." Of course, Dunn wasn't good, he responded. This is the end of this question and answer.

Perhaps it was because three consecutive people who found faults were in a bad mood. Dunn didn't order it casually this time, but instead ordered Pierce Bruce.

Bruce obviously didn't know the news that Dunn hadn't renewed his contract with the club. It seemed that Dunn was holding it tight. When he stood up, his eyes drifted a little, and he must still be thinking about the things just now. The questions asked are all very popular, not newsworthy. They are nothing more than the tactical arrangements of the team. Praise certain players for their performance, and talk about the feelings of the Triple Crown...

Dunn's answers were fluent, and the two of them seemed to have rehearsed long ago, and the question and the answer proceeded very quickly. The other reporters below are all doing shorthand seriously, but they all shake their heads at the same time in their hearts-it seems that the good show is over.

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

Dunn was taken aback by Bruce's question, his face didn't look good for a moment, but such a face only appeared on his face for less than a second, and he changed his smile again.

"You'll know then, Mr. Bruce."

When Pierce Bruce heard Dunn's last name, sweat broke out on his forehead. He understood that the king of Nottingham Forest was angry. But this further strengthened his doubts that Dunn would not renew his contract with the club in advance.

A year ago, the media was hyping Dunn’s contract renewal with the club. At that time, the Forest Club had offered Dunn a new five-year contract. The annual salary was more than double the amount he got now. He is not only in record, but also in the ranks of the top coaches in England in terms of income. At first, everyone talked very smoothly. Dunn was ready to sign the new contract, but he did not expect that Allen would forcefully intervene in selling Lennon. Don't say anything, he immediately suspended the contract renewal negotiations and told Evan to wait a year before discussing this matter.

At that time, Dunn did a great job, and the two sides had an unhappy relationship. There are even rumors that Dunn will leave that summer and go to Manchester United to coach. Although Dunn didn't leave in the end, this surprised those who thought he should have gone as soon as possible, but rumors of contradictions between him and the club were raging and raged for a long time. It directly affected the team's summer preparations, and the team's popularity and transfer tended to stagnate. As a result, the start of the new season of the Forest team is slower than the other competitors, otherwise they will not chase Arsenal at the end of the season and win the championship.

Bruce knew that Dunn and Allen were at odds, but he didn't expect him to actually renew his contract with the club until now...

After this final, I believe that Evan Daugherty will be eager to come up with a new contract. At that time, where will Dunn go?

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

At this time, the man in his eyes had already got up to leave, and the host hurriedly announced the end of the press conference. The reporters still wanted to ask questions, but Dunn walked out without looking back.

There was no festive atmosphere at this post-match press conference that should have been singing and dancing.

Pierce Bruce looked around and had such an idea in his heart.

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Dunn did not go back to the locker room, but went straight to the bus parked outside the stadium, where his team was waiting for him.

Dunn stepped on the carriage and waved his hand: "Go back and celebrate, guys! The season is over, don't think about anything, play as much as you want! Let go of it!"

His response was a crowd of people cheering wildly. After a hard season, why did you clenched your teeth to this moment? Isn’t it the boss’s words?

Before, the boss always waved his whip and shouted at the back: "Run! Keep running! Don't relax!" Now they finally reached the end, and they were the first to hit the line. You can leave it alone and take a trip to the ground to get a good breath.

The carriage suddenly became lively. Some people were discussing where to go during the vacation, some were busy calling their family members and girlfriends, and some people simply slept on their chairs and went to sleep.

No matter how they made noise, Dunn sat down beside Chris Lak and let out a breath.

"It's finally over, David."

"Yes." Chris Lak replied with a smile, "I have to rest for a while!"

"Me too." Dunn nodded.

"You really have to rest for a while. Don't worry your wife too much, you have been so desperate this time."

Tang En gave a hum, then adjusted the seat back, leaned up and closed his eyes: "I will sleep for a while, and wake me up, David."

The luxury bus slowly drove out of the Bernabéu Stadium, which was turning off the lights, towards the hotel where they were staying. Everyone was still making noise in the carriage, but Dunn, who was leaning against Chris Luck, had already heard a slight snoring sound.

This noise has nothing to do with him.

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When Dunn was awakened, the car was parked in front of the hotel. The players had all got off the car, leaving him, Chris Lak and the driver in the car.

"Ah? Well, here it is?" Dun En wiped his face, sat up from the seat, but forgot to adjust the angle of the backrest, and lay back down with a soft waist. The feeling of weightlessness shocked him, with an expression on his face. After a change, he returned to normal after leaning against the back of the chair.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Chris Lak laughed: "You are like this, where is the style of a European champion coach?"

"I didn't wake up...yawning--" Dunn yawned, stretched his waist, and sat up again. I moved my neck and shoulders that were aching because of keeping a sleeping position. "Have a dream."

He looked at this old partner who had been with him for ten years. The lights in the carriage had gone out, but his eyes were shining in the dark, seeming to reflect the lights of the hotel door outside.

"A sweet dream?" Chris Lak asked following Dunn's words.

"Sweet dreams." Dunn nodded affirmatively, got up and left his seat. "A rare dream." He stepped out of the car.

Many journalists and **** Forest fans are still waiting at the hotel entrance. Seeing Dun En walked down, it was a commotion, making the security guards and policemen who were responsible for maintaining order a great enemy.

Fat John and his party were also inside. When they saw Dunn, they shouted: "Tony! Hey, Tony!"

Dunn heard the shout and waved to them.

"Thank you, Tony! Thank you!" The group seemed to drink a lot of alcohol and looked very excited. He kept shouting "thank you" to Dunn, obviously to thank him for letting the Forest team get the triple crown that he had never won even in the Clough era.

Thin Bill drank the most, from his forehead to the root of his neck. He wanted to break through the barrier between the security and the police when he saw Dun En. The person who drank too much had no strength, and his feet were unstable and he was pushed back by the police. During the push, he still shouted vaguely: "Tony...hiccup! Tony, next year...get it next year...get three championships, championships...hiccup!"

Dunn waved to him: "Definitely."

Then walked into the hotel lobby. The security and the police were relieved and retreated inside the door, using the location to block the crazy fans and reporters outside.

The players did not wait for their heads, but left in twos and threes. They have their own ways of entertainment, which are not related to the coach. Dunn didn't want to join in the fun either. He and Chris Lak went straight into the elevator and went up to the floor where their room was.

As soon as they got out of the elevator, the two people saw Evan Daggerty and Alan Adams standing outside.

Evan smiled and greeted Chris Lak first, then turned to Dunn: "Tony, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Although Chris Lak is usually carefree, he is not a fool. He knows that Mr. Chairman must have something to do with Dunn. So I found an excuse and left first.

Chris Luck left wittily, while Dunn continued to stand in the elevator.

Evan looked at him and smiled again: "If you don't come out, you have to go back to the first floor."

Dunn touched his nose, bowed his head and walked out. He was anxious to sit back on the first floor. Although that thought had been circling in my heart for a whole year, when I really wanted to say it, I still felt complicated and hesitated.

Tonight is the night of championships, and in Nottingham, it is also a sleepless night for more than half of the people.

Those players who have worked hard for a season will also have fun and wanton indulgence on such a night. This is carnival night.

As for the reporters rushing back from the stadium and the hotel, this night is destined to be a busy night.

And now, for the three people standing at the elevator entrance, it was...showdown night. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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