Before the game, Old Trafford home team locker room.

Ferguson was changing his jerseys and preparing to play the Manchester United players paced back and forth, roaring loudly, making them nervous: "... Think about your last round of league performances in Portsmouth! If anyone among you is proud of this, you can still do this in this game.

If you think losing to Portsmouth is your shame, then I will give me all my energy to defeat this opponent in front of me!”

Half an hour ago, he had already obtained the Nottingham Forest's appearance list. The result proved that his caution was very reasonable.

Tony; Donne, the guy, sent the strongest lineup he can send to play this game that "no matter" to himself.

It's indeed a difficult "old friend"...

"Take Nottingham Forest and give yourself a sigh of relief before the Champions League semi-finals. Otherwise... none of us will think of it! Tear them up and smash them to pieces!"

In the visiting team locker room.

Unlike Ferguson's passionateness, Tang En smiled and looked relaxed.

"People, if anyone among you wonders why I asked you to go all out in this game to win, now you can raise your hand to ask a question."

Of course no one will raise his hand. Tang En is very satisfied with this, and the players must have questions, but they chose to trust themselves as the head coach.

"To be honest, we no longer have a chance to compete for the league championship this season, unlike last season. This season we will devote more energy to the Champions League games, and that's the price.

Now we have to watch others fight for a championship. For me who is used to being the protagonist, this is really cruel..."

Looking at his head coach's pretentious look, someone in the locker room laughed. Of course, those who dared to laugh were all like Ribery and Eastwood, who were not afraid of death...

"But do we have to become victors like this and stepping stones and corpses before we put on the crown? They walked along the way, and the red carpet was not dyed from dye, but the blood of their opponents! I don't want my blood to appear there.

Do you want to?"

"I don't want to, boss!"

"No one wants to!"

"The genius is willing!"

A group of people roared, and they were waiting for the head coach to ask this question.

"Very good! We are different from those losers who have fallen to the ground, have dried up blood and have cold bodies! We have more pursuit goals than this small throne. We cannot die here.

We are mysterious heroes! Come and go without trace, and come behind anyone who doesn't like you!" Tang En slammed his palm hard, "Some people think he is going to win? Let's tell them how naive this idea is! If we can't get it, no one else can easily get it!"

Ninety minutes later, the audience had not yet withdrawn in the "Dream Theater" of Old Trafford Stadium, which was hustling the whole game.

"Dream Theater. Dream Theater is indeed a good place for directors." Tang En stood on the sidelines and applauded, while saying to Tang who was standing beside him, "Everyone said that this is the stage for actors, and I think this is the stage for directors."

Beside him, in the distant stand, a huge electronic screen stands. The score above is very eye-catching:

0:2.

In international practice, the home team scores are in the front and the away team scores are in the back.

"It's incredible... Nottingham Forest defeated Manchester United 2-0 away! Although the game didn't look as easy as the score.

But no matter what, it was Tony; Donn, not Alex; Sir Ferguson who laughed after ninety minutes! Now, when Chelsea has not played yet, the two sides are only five points apart!" The TV commentator was commenting on the game.

"Both sides tried their best, but unfortunately Manchester United's luck was a little bad. They had a chance to change the situation on the field..."

What's the use of saying this now?

The competition is over.

After applauding the players on the court, Don turned around and walked towards Manchester United's coaching seat.

At the same time, Ferguson was also walking towards him. The two met in the middle.

Ferguson's face looked very bad, and Don En thought that those poor Manchester United players would suffer again when they returned. Losing two games in a row is a big problem at such a critical moment.

If it doesn't handle it well, maybe Manchester United has worked hard for one season this season and the league champion finally flew and flew into Mourinho's hands.

The two of them held their hands together, and Tang En's face had a faint smile. He was unwilling to make himself look too proud. He angered Ferguson. Tang En would not do such a thing that harms others and is not good for himself.

Ferguson spoke first: "I gave you a pistol. And a bullet, you think it's too little. I'll give you another one. I didn't expect you to shoot me all."

Tang En smiled: "I told my players that your head coach is someone who never gives up any time. The same is true for this game, I can't let them see me give up."

"Give up? Even if you win this game, what did you win? There is no change in the ranking, and there is no guarantee that you can defeat Chelsea in the Champions League semi-finals."

"In the first half of the season, your team won my team on my chassis. Now, I won back and we're even."

Ferguson was a little surprised at this answer. "You are such a revenge, Mr. Tang En."

"The media sometimes doesn't accuse people of wrongdoing."

Ferguson was leaving, and he let go of Don't live and said, "The last sentence. If I were to meet you in the Champions League final, I wouldn't be polite that time."

Tang En waved his hand and watched Ferguson leave, then whispered: "We won't meet, Sir. A safe champion, and an uncertain champion, which one do you want?"

Don Eun, who returned to the locker room, shouted to the cheerful players: "You guys did a great job, guys! Now we can go to Athens without worries!"

Just the night after Manchester United lost to Nottingham Forest, Mourinho Chelsea beat West Ham United 4-1 away.

In this way, Manchester United still didn't move 78 points, and Chelsea's points had risen to 76 points. Now they are only two points away from the top of the league. One game can turn the entire Premier League situation upside down.

It's like a large piece of fat meat hanging in front of you. Who can resist this temptation?

League champion, Champions League champion...Double champion!

Get rid of the nouveau riche and become a real wealthy family, allowing Chelsea to be reborn.

Just an hour after the game, Mourinho received a congratulatory call from his immediate boss, Mr. Abramovich.

He congratulated the team on winning the game, congratulating the team on catching up with rival Manchester United in the league standings, and invited Mourinho to go to his private yacht for lunch at noon the next day, and have afternoon tea together if there is still time.
Chapter completed!