To show "fairness, fairness and openness".

The background of the platform is a huge TV screen, and some exciting highlights from the Champions League group stage are repeatedly played. UEFA and eight five-star logos that symbolize the Champions League appeared around the platform.

"Tang. The lottery results are not something we can control. What should we do if we think so much at this time? Whoever we draw is who we are. Are you still worried that we will be eliminated in advance if we draw a strong team?"

"I'm not worried."

"That's all? No matter who you draw, we are not afraid. God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas. If UEFA wants to play with us... I will accompany you!"

An hour later, Nottingham, England.

Eastwood is calling his teammates one by one: "Hey, guys. Watch TV! Watch TV! Draw lots right away! What? I'm watching... Well, then I won't say anything, watch TV!"

He threw down the phone, pinched his hands together, pressed his chin, and looked at the TV screen with breath.

The players of the Forest team were all staying at home to watch the draw live TV. Like them, there were countless Nottingham Forest fans.

Kenny Burns' bar was crowded, and everyone was holding beer glasses. He looked up at the TV, looking forward to the lottery results.

Nottingham Forest has been drawn out, but their opponent has not yet been confirmed.

The TV broadcast gave Tang En a close-up. He was staring at the stage with all his attention, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Taxi driver Randy James now only hopes that the signal light at the intersection in front of him will break down. He keeps stopping at the red light. The announcer's voice came from the radio in the car, and was reporting the latest draw of lottery to the audience.

"...Real Madrid's opponent is Bayern Munich. This is the fourth time this pair of old European football rivals have met in the past seven years, which is eye-catching. Inter Milan will play against Valencia. This is also the fourth time their two teams have met in six years..."

Randy stared ahead, but her eyes were not focused. His fingers gently tapped on the steering wheel, and the sound of car horns sounded behind him, and he was unaware of it.

Nearly half of the match has been drawn, and the suspense left is getting less and less. Tang En looked at Tang sitting next to him and found that he was not nervous at all, and he also focused on the people on the stage. So he smiled.

He turned his attention to the lottery ceremony again.

"The next place to be drawn is... Nottingham Forest's opponent in the quarterfinals." The host announced. Then UEFA's second-ranked figure Platini walked to the glass box and slowly reached his hand towards the few balls left in the box.

At this moment, half of Nottingham held their breath.

Randy James' fingers stopped knocking, but hung in the air. A traffic policeman outside the car was tapping his car window, but he felt as if he was possessed and turned a deaf ear to everything outside.

Eastwood sat on the sofa, leaning forward. He was ready to stand up at any time. He muttered something.

Kenny Burns stopped the work of wiping the wine glass in his hand and looked up at the TV with everyone. The bar was filled with crowds and there was only the sound from the TV, and nothing else.

Platini groped in the box for a while, grabbed a ball, took it out, and then lowered her head to open it. He then took out a folded piece of paper from it, spread it out, and took a look.

At this time, the TV broadcast gave Platini a close-up, the Frenchman had no expression on his face, and you could not predict the answer in advance from this shot.

Then... he suddenly smiled, flipped the note, facing the many head coaches in the audience, facing the camera, and facing the audience in front of the TV.

He pronounced the name on this note clearly:

"Barcelona."

"Barcelona."

Randy slapped the trumpet with a sudden slap.

Eastwood jumped up from the sofa with his fists, and like him were other Forest players, coaches... and even ordinary training ground workers.

The forest bar, which was still silent just now, suddenly burst into huge cheers.

"Beautiful job, Frenchman!"

"Cheers! Cheers to this good sign!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On the TV screen, Tang En suddenly punched, then raised his fists and stood up from his seat, and walked around in circles proudly as if the winning general. His ostentatious action once again made him the focus of attention of the audience.

There was a noise in the hall, with whistles, applause, laughter and discussion intertwined, and the media pointed the camera at the man who caused the commotion.

Rijkald was not far from Donn, only four chairs separated. He put down his arm, strode over, and then pulled Rijkald's hand without saying a word and shook hands with him.

"Mr. Rijkald, we're meeting again!" His bright smile made Rijkald not know how to deal with it...

Regardless of the lottery ceremony, the scene was already in chaos, and it was noisy as if it was a country market.

The UEFA officials on the stage, with their own thoughts, tried to keep a polite smile on their faces, and looked at the focus of everyone's attention, the central figure of all the commotion.

Meanwhile, half of Nottingham was roaring wildly.
Chapter completed!