"There's nothing to apologize for. You've done a good job. Without you, we might not even be able to get into the finals. Go out and be with the team, don't sit here alone."

Van der Sar walked out obediently, leaving only Tang En alone in the locker room. He sat down and leaned against the wall. He took off his burden and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I just took the opportunity of being interviewed in the mixed area, my lost mood was not relieved at all.

In front of people, he needs to play various roles, always wearing one or another masks. Now there is no one else in the locker room except him, and he can finally show a little frustrated look.

He rubbed his hair, and the hairstyles he had combed before the game turned into a bird's nest.

Logically speaking, as a head coach who became a monk halfway through the journey, he was able to reach the finals as the first time leading a team to participate in the Champions League competition, which is already a great success. Anyone who is involved may be more happy.

The second in the league and the second in the Champions League, is a very good result for a team like Nottingham Forest.

But Don En just felt unwilling to give up. The league champion is too strong because Chelsea is too strong, and the points difference between the two sides is too big. He has no chance.

He put all his hopes on the Champions League. The Forest team passed the championship and reached the final, only one step away from success... No, only half a step away! Half a step... For a while, he felt that his hand had grasped the handle of the Champions League. In just over a dozen minutes, he could carry the Big Ear Cup home...

If you want to fail, then it would be better to let him be eliminated in the Champions League group stage? Why bother to fool him like this?

You god, god... God whore...

Tang En really wanted to throw things. But he didn't want the players to wait and find out what was wrong with the locker room after they came back. So he could only sit in the chair and sulk.

I don't know how long it took, but he heard the door of the locker room being pushed open.

David Chris Lack appeared in front of him: "Tony? Tony?"

“Hmm?”

“It’s time to go out and receive the award…”

"Receive the award? What award should I receive?" Tang En asked back in an unhappy tone.

"Uh...silver..." Chris Lack was frightened by Donn's tone.

"Don't go!"

"Tony..."

"What's the point of winning? The mark of shame for losers? The silver medal for shit? There is only one champion.

What to do if you give silver medals? Sell money?! Go out and smile and serve as a foil for those winners? Make their champion look more brilliant? Sell laughing like a prostitute and sell yourself?! Don't go! Isn't Barcelona awesome? Let them play by themselves!" Don truck at Chris Lack in the empty locker room, his angry voice echoing in Chris Lack's ear.

"Tony, this is not good..." Chris Lak was frightened. He didn't know what else he could do except for mechanical persuasion.

"Why isn't it good? This is great! Such a big stage, brilliant, belonging to the champion team, how great! What are we losers going to join in the fun?"

Don Eun sat down and stopped talking. There was only his heavy breathing in the locker room. Chris Lack stood in front of him, not leaving, not persuading him...

At this moment, club chairman Evan Dogette walked in.

"What's wrong?"

Chris Lack saw the chairman as if he had seen the savior: "Mr. Chairman... Tony, he refused to receive the medal..."

Evan looked at Donn, who was sulking in the chair, and then said to Chris Lack: "You go out first, he will go out soon."

Chris Lack nodded and turned away.

After he closed the door of the locker room, Evan said to Don: "Tony. It's not good for you to do this. It's hard for you to make your assistant..."

"I know too... I just wanted to vent, but he hit the gun." Tang Endi's tone was not as intense as before. "I'm sorry..."

"You come down and tell David yourself. It's really not easy to be your assistant. In addition to helping you with work, you also have to vent your anger..."

Tang En scratched his head.

"I can understand the anger in your heart, because I am as unhappy with this damn game as you do. But... don't give anyone a handle to attack you. Don't make too many enemies, Tony... Listen to me, go out and receive the prize.

The players are watching you..."

The last sentence persuaded Tang En. Yes, no matter how unhappy he was with the game. How angry he was, he could vent his dissatisfaction in this locker room, but he could not let the players who fought for ninety minutes bear this anger.

As the head coach, I am angry when I locked myself here and left my subordinates to ignore it. But it is really unreasonable.

He stood up from the chair: "Okay, I'll go out. But I'm not giving UEFA this face, I'm..."

Evan patted his shoulder and interrupted him: "I know. You are for your own team. Let's go."

The UEFA bosses finally waited for Tang En to come out of the corridor, and when Tang En came out, it suddenly became the focus of media attention. It seems that when he was late, everyone had fully understood his dissatisfaction with the game.

Barcelona players and coaches are still celebrating the victory. They don’t care about the mood of a loser or whether Donn is late.

Tang En glanced at the people, without a smile on his face.

He was sure to not give UEFA this face.

The players of Forest Team came on stage to receive silver medals one by one, and they were listless. They just replied politely when facing the comfort of UEFA officials.

Tang En was the last one to go up. As the youngest coach who was focused on UEFA's promotion, he didn't appreciate it at all. He went up with a stern face, shook hands with UEFA President Johnson, who was responsible for dealing cards, as if he was dead.

He did not bow down and bend down to let the other party place a sign for him, but instead took it with his hands, grabbed it and turned around and walked down.

He had no impression of what Johnson said and did not enter his ears at all.

Evan Dogette saw this scene below. She could only shake her head helplessly. Tang En is a person of his personality. He knew very well that he was willing to come out to accept the awards. It was already very considerate.

But the matter is not over. Just as everyone was about to look forward to the championship, the cameras followed the personality coach together.

Don En walked down and saw the Barcelona men cheering with their arms raised, and the four referees on duty standing by the platform to take the stage to receive the awards. Then he made a move that unexpected to everyone and was faithfully recorded in live TV.

He turned around and saw a little caddie standing on the sidelines, holding a digital camera, notebook, and marker. He looked like he was waiting here, preparing to take a photo with his idol players and ask for an autograph.

Tang En has seen many such people, which is not surprising. He walked straight over, hung the silver medal in his hand around his neck, and then turned around without hesitation in the little ball boy's surprise gaze.

When the TV commentator saw this scene in the screen, he didn't know what to say...

The UEFA officials just gave him the silver medal, but he just gave it away. Is this too unpretentious to give UEFA face?

After Tang En disappeared into the corridor, the broadcast screen was immediately cut to the award presentation officials, and sure enough, each with embarrassing smiles on his face.

No one expected Tony Don Eun to do such a thing in front of so many people, right?

Evan Doggetty covered her face.
Chapter completed!