Rijcard is not an idiot, he still knows who Robin Hood is. Most of the reporters at the press conference were amused by Tang En's words. Even those who did not react at the beginning laughed after listening to others' explanations. This scene made the Dutch very embarrassed.

After being fussed like this, there was nothing to do in this press conference. Rijkald and Tang En parted in disagreement, just waiting to avenge the revenge on the court.

Tang En would not let him get what he wanted.

The minimum requirement for reaching the Champions League final this season is, and he will not allow Barcelona to be his own stumbling block.

If it's really a stumbling block... then kick it away!

One day later, the city stadium ushered in its peak of attendance since the renovation of the European Championship in 1996.

The stadium can accommodate up to 30,000 people is full, and countless fans are still wandering in the square outside for a long time and are reluctant to count, hoping to wait for a refund.

When Platini drew this opponent, Forest fans were collectively looking forward to the arrival of this day. They wanted to give Barcelona the greatest "welcome" at their home court.

The Barcelona players should keep the atmosphere of this game in mind until several years later.

Fat John stood in the front row of the stands and turned around to shout at the hardcore fans - actually more like howls - said: "Guys, this is our chance! Two weeks ago, the bastards in Barcelona relied on the number of people to suppress us on their territory. Today is the time for revenge! Let them see the tradition of our English fans! Let those people see what the real fans are!"

"Sing the song. Don't stop!"

"Should you shout the slogan, don't let the voices of Barcelona overwhelm us!"

The atmosphere on the scene was brought up by the fans in this stands, and the bigger the leads, the wider the scope of the spread.

From the stands to the entire stadium, all the people in Nottingham Forest were singing songs and shouting slogans. Before the game began, the Barcelona players had fully felt what the "away game" was.

There was no cheering from the fans of his side, and there was no way to see his fans. Looking around, all the red ones caught my eyes.

It was like the sea of ​​blood, rushing to the railings of the stands, as if it would break through the obstacles and pour down at any time, turning the green court into a red ocean.

Camp Nou is a super-large stadium that can accommodate up to 90,000 people. Ninety thousand people shouted in unison, and the momentum was indeed powerful.

But small city stadiums also have small benefits. The narrow space compresses the distance between players and fans. Every verb and singing of them seems to be in their ears. It not only impacts the eardrums of these people, but also impacts their hearts.

They may have to yell loudly when they speak face to face, otherwise they will not be able to hear clearly. This situation...even at the home court of the Bernabeu, the arch-rival Real Madrid, has never seen it before.

It is said that the atmosphere in the English fans' stadium is fanatical. It is true that the reputation is well-deserved...

Well, no, now is not the time to sigh at this.

Tang En stood on the sidelines and was very satisfied with the atmosphere at home. It is said that the fans are the twelfth player on the court, but fans of Earth deserve this kind of performance.

He is very grateful that God has given him such a group of loyal fans who can push him behind the scenes at critical moments.

He suddenly felt like he was a general, commanding thousands of troops to charge into battle, breaking strong enemies, collecting territory, and responding with a wave of his hand.

——King, whether to kill!

——King, killing, not killing! Killing, not killing!

——Kill not kill! Kill not kill!! Kill not kill!!!

Tang En stretched out his right hand and waved it sharply.
Chapter completed!