Tang Jing turned around and glared fiercely at the direction where the laughter came out.

"You ask me where my confidence comes from, and I tell you come from my team. Are you satisfied with this answer? We should have been the European champion last season. My players have that strength, and I am their head coach. I know this very well.

It's clearer than anyone here."

"As for the third question..." Don En turned his head and looked at Mourinho. He found that Mourinho was also looking at him, so he immediately turned his face back.

"What is my personal relationship with Mr. Mourinhoka? It has nothing to do with this game, and I refuse to answer." He looked at Tang Jing and said word by word.

"Why doesn't it matter? If this game is replaced by another opponent, how much will you win? How much will you have?" Tang Jing was unwilling to give up, so she continued to ask.

"Your three questions have been used up, Miss Tang." Tang En said with a cold face, not intending to continue to entangle with Tang Jing.

It was Mourinho who came out to smooth things out for the two of them: "I think this lady... made the key point of the problem. The key is not who our opponent is. But what kind of game is this. For Chelsea.

No matter who the opponent is, as long as this is a key game, failure will never be allowed."

Don Eun sat next to him without saying a word, but he agreed to Mourinho's statement in his heart. It was rare that he found common ground with Mourinho.

Tang Jing glanced at Tang En, who was silent beside her, and accepted Mourinho's answer. She sat down and stopped raising her hand to ask questions.

She originally planned to use the third question to ask Mourinho again, but now she doesn't need it.

The host was very sensitive to the atmosphere of the press conference that had reached an abnormal point, so he wisely stopped the press conference.

After coming down, Don Eun walked up to Mourinho: "I really didn't expect that we still have something in common. I agree with your answer to that woman. How about it, because we still have something in common, should we have a drink together?"

Of course, he did not sincerely invite Mourinho to drink, but just looked very graceful. At the same time, let’s have some psychological battles before the key game.

Mourinho also knew what Tang En was thinking. If he answered "Okay", it would definitely embarrass Don Eun. But he would not do such a thing. It’s not that he doesn’t want to embarrass Don Eun, but that he doesn’t want to drink with Don Eun at all.

Just like no one likes dating someone they hate.

"Although I really want you to pay for your alcohol, I think if one day we can sit down and drink together... Mr. Don, guess when is that?" Mourinho said.

"When?" Tang En asked.

"After you and I retire." After leaving this sentence, Mourinho left.

"After waiting for several days and earth... the competition is finally about to begin!" Chris Lack murmured to himself excitedly in the bus.

On his side, through a car window, it was Stamford Bridge Stadium, which was already in a fanatic atmosphere.

Chelsea fans are blue, Nottingham Forest fans are red, and then gather in this stadium. They are excited, dispersed, and then accumulate strength, rush towards the other side again, swelling with passion...

This is the charm of the world's number one sports. No matter what the identity of these fans are in daily life, the company manager in suits and ties, and the civilians in the civilians who speak vulgar words.

The gentle professors in higher education institutions or some quiet boys... After stepping into this stadium, they all became the same creature dominated by the most primitive emotions - fans.

For them, there is no reason at all. Only by defeating their opponents can they calm down.

Alcohol is the best catalyst for this emotion. Countless people raised their wine glasses, shouting their slogans of supporting the team, and desperately trying to get their opponents back.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! We are the champions! We are destined to be European champions!"

"Let's talk about it after we pass this level, shit!"

"The double champion belongs to the blue Chelsea! Let the red go to hell!"

"We are the strongest team! Nottingham - Forest!"

"It was just that. The country bumpkin from Nottingham!"

"You guys included not before, poor London nouveau riche!"

"We are just rich! We are richer than you poor people!"

...

Such verbal provocations and battles occurred in every corner of the court, and the police were desperately defending order on the scene.

"I like this noise." Tang En, who walked out of the car, looked at the messy square around him and nodded in admiration.

"Clearly swear words, sweat, saliva and alcohol...awesome!" He raised his fists to the Nottingham Forest fans who were waiting here, and this action caused a cheer in the Forest fans' camp.

These people like to see Tang En performing his power on his opponent's chassis, not to mention how exciting it is!

Of course. If you get the praise of your own people, you will naturally be jealous of your opponent. On the other side, there were a lot of scolding and booing at Don Endi in the camp.

Nottingham Forest is a very special one among the twenty Premier League teams. Other teams fight on the chassis of their mortal enemies, and the players are always the first to be booed and scolded by the opponent's fans.

Only this team, the players are fine, and the one who is scolded the most must be their head coach Tony Don.

Some fans of some teams have even compiled many swearing songs against Don En...

Hearing the Chelsea fans scolded and booed, Nottingham Forest fans immediately took action and shouted loudly to Don En. Although it seemed to be saying to Don En. But the loud voice was as if everyone in the audience had to hear it clearly.

"Hey, Tony! Let's bring us another victory!"

"You are not afraid of that guy Mourinho. Right?!"

"Tony, if you can take Chelsea, I'll treat you to drink when you go back! You can drink as much as you want!"

Don Eun walked among the fans on both sides with the players. Nottingham Forest fans kept trying to break through the police's blockade, came up and patted Don Eun on the shoulder, and placed their hopes on this man.

On the other side, there are middle fingers as dense as a forest and mouths that are about to make the "fk" sound...

It's really a matter of ice and fire.

Tang En walked between the flames and the ocean with a smile, and walked towards the visiting team's locker room.

Although he seemed calm on the outside, in fact, his heart was already exploded, like a volcano erupting. He was waiting for a suitable moment to burst out fiery red and scorching magma, boiling the cold sea water into steam.

"The boss is so handsome..." Gareth Bale looked at Tang En's back from behind the team and couldn't help but sigh.

Changing, warming up, returning.

The preparations before the game have been completed. Tang En is now standing in front of the eleven fully armed players, behind him are the substitutes, coaches and team doctors.

"Coach Tang has already arranged the specific tactics for you in detail. We decided on how we want to play in the training class a week ago.

We are in good condition, have no physical problems, and have no large-scale injuries... We have been preparing for so long, and all the preparations have been done. "Tang En clapped his face, "What's the difference? A ninety-minute game, and a victory."

Then he signaled everyone - the eleven starting players in front of him and the substitutes and coaches behind him - to form a circle with him as the center of the circle, holding his shoulders and bowing his head.

Standing in the middle, he looked at these people and said to them: "Remember, no matter how Chelsea leads us in the league, no matter whether they have the hope of winning the league title now, no matter how strong they are.

They are definitely not our final opponents. This is the semi-final, guys. Our goal is not to be a small Stamford Bridge, Athens is where we should go.

Don't stop me before stepping onto the Athens Olympic Stadium! Don't stop me before I win the European Cup! Don't stop me before I say 'ok'! All opponents who dare to stop us, whether it's Barcelona, ​​AC Milan, Inter Milan, Real Madrid, or Chelsea... will be killed by me!" He waved his hand suddenly, as if he had cut the sharp blade in his hand.

"Kill them!"
Chapter completed!