The host saw that the person was almost here and announced that the press conference had begun. At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and an obese reporter broke in with sweat. Tang En glanced at his reporter's certificate, which contained a very eye-catching "sun".

The Sun's...awesome.

After seeing this guy break in, Mourinho and Donn turned their eyes to the empty seat in the middle.

"Sorry..." The Sun reporter apologized while squeezing into the empty seat in the crowd. Wherever he went, the people who had originally sat would have to get up and give way to him, otherwise they would not be able to squeeze in at all - they would be too fat.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, while Don En pretended to be serious with a stern face.

Finally, the reporter finally squeezed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down.

Mourinho narrowed his eyes, and Don Eun whistled.

"Crazy--"

The fat man sat on the ground and looked up at everyone innocently, and he became the focus of attention.

“Wow hahahaha!”

On the bus back to Nottingham, Donn told the players about the scene at the press conference, and everyone was very happy with a smile.

After winning the ball, they have every reason to relax. The away victory over their old rival Chelsea made this group of people believe that they must be the team that reached the final this season. He doesn't want to do it.

"Get a good rest, guys. After getting off the bus, you don't have time to relax." Tang En stood in front of the bus and looked at the group of people sitting behind him.

"There are five rounds left this season, and we have no hope for the league championship, but we must ensure the qualification to participate in the Champions League next season. We cannot relax until we ensure this. Then there is the Champions League, and now it is the most critical moment.

A away victory over Chelsea does not mean we will definitely go to Athens, it’s just that our hope is greater than theirs. I don’t want to see a forest team that underestimates the pride of the opponent in a week.

Remember what I said before? Before we win the Champions League, none of us are qualified to relax.

The more we reach the end, the more we need to tighten our nerves and fall to the closest place to victory. It is our opponent who will have such a tragedy, and we must not be us!"

"Yes!!" Everyone in the car replied loudly.

At London Sithro Airport, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and gray hair was waiting for boarding in the waiting hall. He was making a phone call.

“…Yes, I just watched the game.

I can't say that, I only played the first round... I just sorted out the information of both teams. No matter who they look at each other, we will win at that time... The matter of Istanbul Night will not repeat itself."

Close the phone and the man began to lean on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

All my mind was the semi-final that had just ended.

He was originally optimistic about Chelsea playing at home, but strangely, now closing his eyes and leaving the deepest impression on him is Nottingham Forest.

Defensive counterattack?
Chapter completed!