Chapter 270 A new starting point

As a loser, there is nothing to say after the game. It’s just that club chairman Evan Doggety went to the hotel where the team stayed after the game and fulfilled the promised bonus on the spot, which gave some smiles to the lost players.

Tang En did not go to receive the bonus, he locked himself in the door.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is still angry about losing the game and angry about the referee issue. In fact, that is just the impression he gives to others, he is blaming himself for his mistakes.

I always think that if I know in advance, I will be very awesome in the future. I can rely on this to make a fortune and make a fortune. This is his little secret, and no matter how close people are, they will not know.

He used this to dig up the stars who would become famous in the future in advance, paving the way for his start.

He thought everything was going to be fine.

Unexpectedly... in the final of the Champions League, I was bound by advanced memories and was timid. My mind was full of what that game was like, it was the game that happened in another time and space and had nothing to do with today's final!

He can think that he was fooled, but who fooled him? Is fate? It's not, it's himself.

So Tang En locked himself in the room and turned off his phone, and no one could disturb him. In such a closed space, he began to reflect on everything he had done in the past.

He traveled through time in April 2007, and the memory that was ahead of this era will expire one year later. What should I do at that time?

Without advanced memories, can’t you afford to leave? So, can you make the results of the past two seasons rely on your old capital?

In normal times, haven’t he carefully studied Tang Liu’s coaching notes at home, read countless theoretical books, and studied competition videos, and secretly studied with the coaches of the coaches around him anytime and anywhere? He never thought that he could survive in this cruel world of fame and fortune with his four and a half years of advanced memory.

This is not a game like the champion football manager, nor is it a fm produced by his club's work. If you make a mistake, your life will not give him the chance to read the file and start over again.

He also has no way to use rogue tricks like adding a manager to get the results he wants.

The Champions League final lost to Barcelona became a catalyst in Don En's heart.

He needs to completely put aside the memories of the past and the rope that bound him. He wants to see if he can still do this position even if he has no advanced memories, no golden fingers, and no editor.

After being interviewed by Xingfa in the League One, he told Dr. Constantine that he was a "natural coach". Now he wants to prove the correctness of this sentence.

Is he really worthy of sitting in that position? Did he lose his luck by traveling through time to a bad guy who is an acting head coach? He got this position, or did he rely on real talent to get to this day step by step?

He hopes to find the answer after this final with his own practical actions.

After losing, no one felt good. Although Coach Done did not announce the lights to go to bed at what time, most of the Forest players returned to their rooms and closed the door.

Club chairman Evan Dogerty and Alan Adams came to the door of Donn's room after paying the bonus.

"He's still inside?" Allen asked assistant coach David Chris Lark.

Chris Lack nodded: "Yes, I've been locking myself in the house since I came out of the bus."

"Have he said anything to you?" Allen continued.

"No. I didn't say anything. I saw that he kept his face gloomy and didn't dare to ask..."

Allen remembered the scene at the award ceremony.

"This Tony...is still like a child." He could only shake his head helplessly.

"Do I need to call the waiter to open the door?" Chris Lark asked.

Evan Doggetty raised his hand to reject the proposal: "No. Let him have a good rest, don't disturb him. He is under greater pressure than any of us, and it's nothing wrong to vent his temper... Let's go. You can rest early, David.

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"I will. Mr. Chairman. Good night."

The two said goodbye to the team's assistant coach and walked towards the elevator.

"Evan, sometimes I think you're too indulging him." Alan obviously still resented the incident at the award ceremony today.

Why is he upset? Of course, it was because Don Eun's impulse destroyed the good cooperation and image that Allen had worked hard to establish in UEFA... Does anyone think that UEFA is so concerned about Forest and still finds someone to shoot a documentary just because Forest has a good record? There is no activity behind it.

How is all this possible?

Two stops and waits for the elevator. Evan Dogette smiled: "Of course I know."

"Then you still..."

"As a manager, Allen needs to adopt different management methods according to the different characteristics of his subordinates. I know very well what kind of person Tony is, treating him differently from others.

He needs you to give him absolute trust and support, and then he will repay you very, very generous benefits. He can make a lot of profits by investing a little money, and buy and sell with great profits. "At this moment, Evan Doggetti doesn't look like he said at all. He is a man who has good luck. He can only achieve such success by relying on the help of others.

"You have seen all the results of his leadership. I don't think we can find the second head coach who is more suitable for the Forest team. He has brought us a lot of victory and glory... So, at the cost, we have to endure his bad temper and sometimes even need to wipe his ass."

Evan turned his head and smiled at his old partner. Alan Ye looked at him, and the two looked at each other. Until the elevator heard the ringtone of the door opening.

"I get it... I will try to rehabilitate my relationship with UEFA." Allen sighed.

"I knew you were the most trustworthy. Allen."

"Don't flatter me!" Allen glared at Evan Dogette, "Evan. I want to remind you. Tony is a fierce horse. He runs very fast, he is very talented, and he can motivate the team to charge with him.

It brings us a lot of benefits and glory, but you'd better find a strong enough rope to cover his neck. If one day you feel that he is beyond your tolerance, tighten it."

With such a tacit understanding as an assistant next season, Tang En is more confident that he will make a comeback.

More than ten text messages actually do not mean that more than ten people send them. This mobile phone number is relatively private, so not many people know about it.

Except for a few people, the remaining text messages were all from one person - Shaniya.

Obviously, Shania is very worried about turning off her phone.

From these text messages she sent with very short time intervals, Tang En could clearly see the changes in Shania's mood - from comfort to encouragement, then to questions, anxiety, intimidation...

"It's nothing, there's always a place to win or lose in football games, Uncle Tony."

"If you still have a chance in the future, this time it is definitely not Uncle Tony's only experience in the finals of the Champions League!"

"Shut down? Why shut down?"

"Start up, Uncle Tony!"

"Hey. What are you doing? No, it's just a game! As for? Reply to me!"

"Uncle bastard, I will ignore you in the future if I don't reply!"

"Okay, I surrender! I will still pay attention to you in the future. Now you can start the computer with confidence..."

These text messages actually have only one meaning - worry.

As Tang En looked at it, his originally gloomy mood gradually improved.

He wanted to call directly to apologize to Xianya, but when he thought of the time now, he was afraid of waking up the girl in his sleep. He had to edit a text message and send it to him.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, everything is OK. Thank you for your concern, I'm sorry."

When the Nottingham Forest players got up one after another, finished washing up, and came downstairs to have breakfast, they were surprised to find that their head was already sitting by the window and reading the newspaper under the bright morning sunshine.

"Boss..." Ribery shouted.

Hearing someone called him. Tang En raised his head and said, "Oh, Frank. Just come and read the newspaper for me. I can't understand these French words." He pointed to the newspaper in his hand and said.

Ribery wanted to roll her eyes, and she was so focused on the newspaper just now. It turns out that you can't even understand a word...

He walked over, took the newspaper, glanced briefly, and his face changed.

"What?" Tang En sat on the chair and looked up at him and asked.

"Uh... nothing, it's just a small episode at yesterday's award ceremony..."

Tang En nodded: "Well, I know this. I want to hear their evaluation."

"They...they say you are arrogant, eccentric, impulsive, irritable, irritable, and uncharitable... In short, it's not a good thing. Boss."

Tang En laughed: "What do you think about yesterday?"

"I felt relieved at that time..."

"Haha, that's good. Go and have a meal." Tang En took the newspaper again and signaled that Ribery could leave.

The Frenchman didn't leave immediately, and he stood there and asked, "Boss, this is not the last time we have participated in the Champions League final, right?"

Tang En nodded.

Only then did Ribery turn around and go to the restaurant to have dinner with satisfaction.

The players came down one after another and greeted Tang En. Then they were rushed to the restaurant by Tang En. It was not until assistant coach David Chris Lack walked out of the elevator. Tang En took the initiative to greet him.

"Here, David." He waved to let Chris Lack come over.

"You're awake. Tony."

"Well, I woke up very early... I have to apologize to you about what happened in the locker room yesterday." Tang En said sincerely. "I'm really sorry to get angry with you. You know, I'm not targeting you..."

"Of course I know." Chris Lack raised his hand and signaled Donn not to continue. "Your pressure is greater than that of us, so it's nothing to let you vent. It's not a good thing to lose the ball, and I know very well.

Just vent it, but it’s always bad to keep it in your heart.”

Looking at this assistant who understands himself, Tang En nodded slightly. "Thank you, David."

"We are partners. We will work together next season. The future of the Forest team depends entirely on you. Tony! We didn't win the championship this time, let's come again next time!"

The two of them held their hands tightly together.

In the afternoon, the Forests arrived at London Heathrow Airport on a ground plane. When the players with exhausted and frustrated looked down and walked off the plane, they were surprised to see many welcomers.

Among the welcome crowd, there is a giant banner that is very eye-catching:

You are our heroes! Thank you!

Done stood on the gangway of the plane and waved to the crowd below.
Chapter completed!