Chapter 77: Win the first round

The highest level of defensive counterattack is to let the opponent press you for 89 minutes and fifty seconds. During this period, he was in a mess and dangerous situation. He seemed to lose the ball every minute and every second, and he was at a full disadvantage in both the scene and the technical statistics. But...

This "but" is the essence of defensive counterattack.

But you won't lose the ball, and then use a counterattack in the last ten seconds to succeed, freeze the score at 1:0. You won.

Therefore, defensive counterattacks are always associated with "1:0ism" and "conservatism". They are considered to be the representative of ugly football and are the culprits that fans hate and critics hate.

But, Tang En likes it.

Because it can bring victory to itself.

"Garrez Bale! This is his first goal in the Champions League! It's so easy... He has no one to guard it, he just needs to block it lightly... He succeeded!"

The little monkey Gareth Bale had longed for such a scene countless times before scoring: in important games such as the Champions League, what would happen if he scored a goal by himself? He also designed the celebration after scoring a goal, which was so different that he could hardly remember.

But when the goal really came, he forgot the preparation he had prepared before, just opened his arms and knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky.

The brilliant floodlights were cast from the night sky, and countless white apertures were focused on him alone, surrounded by darkness, with only constant noise and applause... At that moment, he was the protagonist on the stage.

A figure appeared in Bell's vision, looking up at the night sky. It was his teammate Eastwood. He jumped high in the air and pressed him under him without waiting for Bell to react.

"Wow--"

Then more Forest players flocked to put the two at the bottom. This is their favorite way to celebrate, whether it is to suppress teammates or coaches...

George Wood didn't join in the fun, he stood outside the crowd. He clenched his fists and waved them hard.

The bench of the Forest team has become an ocean of joy, and everyone is hugging, embracing everyone around them. This score is really exciting. I scored two goals away and led Chelsea in the score. The Forest team is in a great situation.

In contrast to the joyful atmosphere on the Forest, Chelsea's bench and coaching seat were silent. Mourinho bit his lower lip tightly and stared at the big screen. The whole process of Forest's goal just now was replaying.

George Wood's sudden insertion disrupted Chelsea's defensive plan. Terry dared not ignore this person who had been active in the game, but ended up ignoring another person...

Gareth Bell!

Mourinho recited this name in his heart.

He is really a disaster star. His first goal in his career was scored against his team. His first goal in the championship was scored by his team... It's really a god, Tang En must have deliberately replaced this person!

"The young people in Nottingham Woodland are growing up. The young geniuses who were brought from all over the country to the youth team and promoted from the youth team to the first team have now become the key forces in determining the outcome of the game.

George Wood, Gareth Bell Pique…We can look forward to more.”

There was not much time left for the competition, and the commentator began to make summary statements.

Chelsea on the field made a crazy counterattack. The Forest team played the iron barrel formation they were best at. Eleven people shrank within a 30-meter area and did not come out, blocking Chelsea's long-range shot with the style of blocking the gun hole.

The people under Nottingham Forest Farm have all stood up from their seats. They stood shoulder to shoulder on the sidelines to count down the game.

Done was surrounded by Don and Chris Lack, and he glanced at the next door. Mourinho sat on the coaching seat without any other movements. He couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he know what his expression was at this moment... It must be very exciting, right?

Chris Lak next to him couldn't wait to raise his arm and make a move to celebrate the victory. There were many people around him like him.

Although the Forest Team is still in a mess on the scene, these people are not worried. They have seen many such scenes...

The referee decisively blew the whistle to the end of the game after Shepchenko missed the football.

At this moment, the visiting fans cheered from the Stanford Overseas Chinese Stadium, but the cheer was soon covered by the booing of Chelsea fans. Blues fans would not tolerate their opponents celebrating their victory on their chassis.

If we win, we still want to stab again? No way!

“Nottingham Forest won the first game.

This is a valuable away victory! Although the teams of both sides are similar in strength, it is normal for whoever wins and loses, it is still surprising to see the Forest win Chelsea away... Mourinho continued his embarrassing record of "not winning against Don't win". In the duel between two personality head coaches, Don't win one game first, but whether he can win the final depends on the second round of the game at Nottingham City Stadium.

”

Everyone around him ran up to celebrate. Tang En turned around and walked towards the Chelsea coaching seat.

Post-match handshake. It is a procedure.

Moreover, he really wanted to see Mourinho's expression at this moment.

Of course Mourinho knew that Don Eun came over at this time and was not really trying to show his demeanor. He knew very well what the other party wanted to do, so he would not give Don Eun this opportunity.

Don En walked towards Mourinho with a smile, but halfway through, he found Mourinho turning straight towards the player corridor...

The smile froze on his face.

He once showed this to others, but he didn't expect that he would be treated like this one day by others.

The hand that reached out scratched his head awkwardly, Tang En shrugged and turned back to the court.

"Little Monkey, you're doing a good job!" He smiled loudly at Bell who was running towards him, and his mood suddenly improved.

If you don’t shake hands, you won’t shake hands. If you don’t let me see your expression, you won’t let me see it. Anyway, I won!

When Bell heard Tang En's shouting, he stopped and laughed at Tang En, not knowing what to say.

Donn noticed his belly was very big… “What is this?” he said, pointing at Bell’s round belly.

"Hehe... football, boss." Bale carefully took the football out of his clothes. "The ball I shot. I secretly carried it over, I want to collect it. This is my first goal in the Champions League.

I just saw the referee looking for...Don't tell them, boss!"

Tang En nodded: "No, I'll keep it a secret for you. Hurry up and take it to the locker room to hide it!"

Bale ran around Tang En to the corridor, but was surrounded by a large group of reporters halfway through. They insisted on pulling the goal to interview Bale. Looking at Bale's embarrassed expression, Tang En laughed.

Although he lost the ball, Markleil still found George Wood and hoped to exchange jerseys with him.

"I've heard of you, and I heard that you never accept the advice of swapping jerseys after losing." Marklele stood in front of Wood and spoke in unskilled English.

Wood nodded, not denying the rumor.

Marklele took off his jersey and handed it to Wood: "You win today, not sure next time."

Wood also took off his jersey and completed the ceremony of exchanging jerseys with Marklele.

He thought it was over. When he turned around and was about to leave, he was stopped by Marklelai. He said French to Wood, but Wood didn't understand a word.

Wood looked at Marklele and turned away, and Ribery suddenly appeared from the side.

"He said that defense is not based on physicality." Ribery translated to Wood and frowned at Wood. Ribery patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Okay, he must be unwilling to lose to you in physical confrontation, so he said that, George.

Come. Celebrate the victory with everyone!"

Wood was pulled into the middle of the crowd by Ribery.

Marklele had already walked into the mixing zone, with his naked shoulders wearing the No. 13 red jersey in Woodland. It was very conspicuous in the crowd.

"Well, this is that guy's jersey." Facing the reporter's question, Marklele nodded. "He is very skilled, but still lacks experience."

Instead of celebrating the victory on the court like others, Tang En walked directly to the press conference. Now there is no one here, he sits on the stage and waits for the reporters from the mixed area to finish interviewing.

Because there was no one. Tang En directly raised his feet on the stage, leaned on the back of the chair, pushed the chair back, and supported his entire body with only two thin legs. No one, he could relax.

At this moment, a sound came from the side entrance, and he turned his head to look. He found that Mourinho was just pushing the door and entering...

Mourinho looked up and saw him, and the two looked at each other.

Crazy-

The two slender legs of the chair finally couldn't support Tang En's full weight. They tilted to the side. They threw Tang En, who was unprepared, off the chair, and knocked the sponsorship sign behind him...

Suddenly seeing this funny scene. Mourinho, who was originally stern, couldn't help laughing.

Don Eun grinned in pain and got up from the ground. Seeing Mourinho still laughing, he was also a little embarrassed.

"I'm in a good mood, Mr. Mourinho." Tang En said embarrassedly. He helped up the chair lying on the ground, and then he found that the legs of the chair had been deformed. He couldn't see it while he was left, and once he sat down, he would immediately fall.

After trying to straighten the chair legs without success, Tang En stood up and scanned the audience. The reporters' seats were the same as those of the coach, all of which were blue backrests, and there was no difference in appearance.

Looking at the crooked-legged chair in his hand, Tang En walked off the stage and casually pulled out an intact chair from the press seat to switch it to his hand.

He carefully placed the broken chair in a row of seats, took a few steps back, looked at it and found that there was no flaw, so he walked back to Taiwan with satisfaction.

Originally, after seeing Don En here, Mourinho planned to turn around and leave, but now he is standing aside and watching Don En finish the above things with interest.

After doing all this, Don En found that Mourinho was still there, and he was also a little surprised: "You didn't leave?"

"Why am I leaving? Is this your home?" As he said this, Mourinho simply came over and sat in his seat.

The two sat side by side, waiting for the reporters to arrive.

"Didn't you just see me running? After the game, I plan to shake hands with you, Mr. Mourinho. He left the court without shaking hands after the game, but he was very ungraceful." Tang En said, looking at the empty seat in front of him.

"It's better to give the silver medal at will after the final." Mourinho was not showing any weakness. He also looked ahead and said.

The two of them were clearly having a conversation, but they both wanted to not look at each other.

"I'm so sorry, I beat you at your home court, Mr. Mourinho." Donn sprinkled salt on Mourinho's wound.

Mourinho didn't even frown: "No need to apologize, Mr. Tang En. It's my turn to beat you at your home court in the next round."

"Don't say that it's so full, Mr. Mourinho. Otherwise, it would be ugly if it won't be realized by then. Look, I never say we will definitely advance to the finals, although that's the case."

Mourinho snorted. He didn't want to pay attention to this shameless guy.

While the two were bickering, the reporters came from the mixed area to the press conference. They stopped talking, but watched at the end of the special chair in the middle.

Strangely, many reporters walked over from the chair, and some even hesitated for a moment and planned to sit down, but in the end no one stepped into the trap. This disappointed Tang En a little.
To be continued...