The radio inside the police car is introducing the audience to the grand occasion of the city court, and it is said that it is almost full.

The young policeman looked at the fans walking past him and always wondered - will his former partner be among them now?

The Forest team invited some celebrities and stars to attend the celebration party. But they are not the protagonists, they are just Forest team fans with a special identity.

The protagonist tonight is still the team, the player, and the coach.

After everyone entered the court, the outside of the court gradually became deserted. The lights inside the city court were also turned off, leaving only a few lights for creating a stage atmosphere.

After a simple literary performance, the host of the live host, John Motson, began to introduce the players of the Forest Team to the guests.

At this moment, the players of the Forest Team had already changed into commemorative T-shirts and stood at the entrance of the corridor. Everyone looked at each other and saw excited smiles on each other's faces.

These two days are really two unforgettable days for them.

The first name to be called is George Wood. He is the first to appear as an outstanding player from the Forest Youth Team and the next captain.

He ran out and was greeted with warm applause and cheers from the forest to the fans.

The spotlight on the ceiling was set off, and the light column enveloped Wood, accompanying him from the corridor to the middle of the court.

Next, the players of the Forest Team were called out one by one. Everyone would be warmly welcomed when they ran out. This is different from the celebration in Athens. This is a night that belongs entirely to Nottingham Forest. No one would consider their opponents, nor would anyone worry about celebrating the opponents freely, making the opponent feel that the champion is not in good spirit.

The Nottingham Forester, in their own lead singer, can celebrate the championship in all the ways they can think of, unscrupulously and unbridledly. Without worrying about someone talking.

Tang En and the members of the coaching team were waiting in the corridor to appear.   There were fewer and fewer people around him, and everyone would come to hug Tang En before they ran out.

In the corridor, you can clearly hear the live broadcast and the fans' thunderous shouts.

Tang En had a strange smile on his face. He never had a burnout expression for a moment.

When Anelka's name was called, the fans cheered enthusiastically, but Anelka's smile was a little awkward. He did not hug Done or even shook hands, and ran straight out.

Tang En didn't care. He didn't even pay attention to this matter. He was just chatting with Tang at that time. It was Tang who reminded him, and looking at Anelka's back, he shrugged: "He has the best performance like this."

Then, he called Paul Gerald.

The fans' voices this time were a little louder than before. Although Paul was just a substitute goalkeeper, everyone still remembered his performance after being ordered in the Champions League final last season. He was not blamed for conceding two goals, he had done well enough.

Paul Gerrard turned around and hugged Done. “Thank you, boss, for winning a Champions League in your career… I never thought there would be such a good thing!”

Tang En smiled and said nothing, just patted him on the shoulder. He didn't know what to say.

Gerald turned and ran to the court.

Now. Albertini is the only player next to him.

Donn turned his head to look at the Italian.

He had already met Demi's retired land once, but he still had an indescribable emotion in his heart.

He wanted to open his mouth and say something, but heard the radio outside shouting his name.

"Low... let's welcome-" Motson dragged his voice, as if he was still deliberately leaving suspense. In fact, he was just leaving time for the fans on the scene to play.

Sure enough, the fans in the stands began to shout the names of the last two people who had not yet appeared:

"Tony! Tony!"

"Dimi!Dimi!"

"Dimi, it's time for us to play." Donn raised the trophy placed on the ground. He handed another hand to Albertini.

Albertini took it and nodded.

Then the two of them walked into the stadium with the overwhelming shouts, carrying the trophy together.

"Tony and Demi!"

When Motson used to call those players who played, he used his full name without exception, but this time he used two representative nicknames. He knew that Forest fans also knew that Nottingham Forest had only one "Tony" and one "Demi".

The cheers grew louder and they finally formed a huge torrent with the applause. They swept across. As they walked, Donn and Albertini held up the trophy in their hands, and under the light, it shone with dazzling light.

When they walked into the team, the players waiting on the side flocked to the side. They lifted the two people high with the trophy, and the atmosphere on the court reached a climax.

"Cheer for the champion-!!" Mortson howled into the microphone.

The final of the Champions League was not his commentator. He was a commentator of BBC and was not qualified to comment on the Champions League match. But this also gave him a benefit. That is, he could drink beer and watch TV at home, and cheer for the Forest Team to the fullest without considering the tendency of the commentator.

After a while, the players finally put the two of them down. Don Eun put the trophy on the prepared table and then took the microphone.

"I need to thank many people, but at this time today. I want to thank someone alone." His voice was clearly heard on the entire court.

He walked towards Albertini.

"Do you know? When I decided to let Demi appear in the starting lineup before the final, someone asked me: 'Are you crazy? That old guy can no longer play. In such an important final, you actually let him start?!' Someone said to me: 'We understand your feelings for Demi, but this is the final. You can't joke about the fate of the whole team because of your personal feelings!' What's the result?" Don Eun shrugged and pointed to the championship trophy behind him. "I want to say that if we didn't, we could win this trophy back!"

"About half a year ago, I said to Demi. 'I will give you a real farewell match'. The Champions League final... This is not my charity to Demi.   Never, I think Demi's condition and level are enough to cope with that final. So I let him start. I am very happy because this is an important decision in my coaching career, and it brings us a silver-shining Champions League!"

The people in the stands expressed their consent with cheers.

"I always think that Demi retired at the age of thirty-five, and you can play for at least two more years. But I can't persuade you. I can leave the reporters speechless at the press conference, but I can't convince you." Donn looked at Albertini, who just smiled. "No one here wants you to leave." He waved his fingers to the players around him. "But we respect your decision. The only thing that makes me happy is that I can give you a Champions League as a commemorative gift in the end."

After saying that, he handed the microphone to Albertini, and he knew he had something to say.

Albertini took the microphone and said to his teammates: "Thank you."

Then he turned around and looked up at the stands around him.

"I also want to thank you, the fans of the Forest team.   I don't want to lie. In addition to the fans of Milan, you are the cutest group of fans I have ever seen.    When the boss went to Italy to find me three years ago, I never thought I could win the Champions League in the last game of my career... I was no longer a child who likes to dream.    But I really had a dream--the three years here will never be forgotten.   In the last three years of my career, I met an excellent head coach, a group of outstanding teammates, an excellent team, and you..." He pointed to the stands, "a large group of outstanding fans."

There was a huge applause from the stands. The applause came from all directions, like an invisible hand holding their captain Dmitrio Albertini tightly.

The applause made Albertini unable to continue speaking. In fact, when he spoke at the end of the conversation just now, his voice choked up. The teammates around him came up to hug him one by one, and the younger one, like Bell, even cried.

As George Wood and Albertini hugged, he felt some force on Demedi's hand. "I'm leaving, George. It's up to you next." Albertini whispered in his ear.

Wood nodded.

He still didn't know how to say the farewell gift. Eastwood was so smart that he could make Albertini laugh, but he couldn't.

For the past three years, Albertini has been with him and taught him how to become a qualified professional player. How to become an excellent midfielder and a captain of a title. He has become accustomed to having Albertini around him to train and live, and the feeling and emotions are indescribable. If it must be described, it is like a good friend who has been with him for many years suddenly traveling far away. He wants his friends to stay, but he cannot deprive them of their freedom for this.

Or should I say, "Dimi, I wish you a good wind"? But I don't want to say this at all...

He let go of Albertini, retreated to the side, lowered his head and kept silent, giving up his position to other teammates.

Not only the players, but also the coaches of the coaching staff came forward to embrace the Italian one by one, thanking him for all his contributions to the team. He also extended his deepest greetings to his retirement.

The last person to come forward to embrace Albertini was Donn.

"There is a saying I want to give to you, Demi." Then Tang En recited a poem in Chinese, "Don't worry about having no friends in the future, no one in the world knows you."

"What does it mean?" Albertinike couldn't understand Chinese.

"That means...uh..." Tang En originally wanted to translate this sentence in English as beautiful as poetry, but he found that he couldn't do it. "Anyway...you are the best player in the world. Maybe some people disagree with me saying this, but don't pay attention to it. I think you are you! Don't worry about the ignorant words, now I am the champion. I have the final say!"

It is obvious that Tang En couldn't explain this meaning. He just wanted to use this method to get away with it.

Albertini had long been used to Tang En's tricks, and he could see it at a glance. Then he smiled at the embarrassed Tang En.

His smile helped Tang En to relieve him, so the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

Tears burst out laughing...

After laughing, Done wiped the corners of his eyes, and he saw that Albertini's eyes were red.

“Dimi.  ”

"Um?"

“It’s time to say goodbye…”

"Um. "

At the same time, a piece of music rang out on the radio in the stadium, which was a famous song "time_to_say_goodbye" sang by the famous soprano Sarah Brightman and the famous Italian blind male singer Andre Bocelli.

The songs sung in Italian were melodious, but there was a bit of farewell tragic, and an indescribable emotion stirred in everyone's heart and spread. It was perfect to use this song to say goodbye to Italian veteran Dmitrio Albertini. Donn admired Motson very much and was able to choose this song.

Albertini didn't expect that he would hear a song in Italian at this time, and it turned out to be this one. He was stunned for a moment, listened with his ears, and then his lips pursed and his eyes turned red.

As he was singing, he seemed to have watched his career again, and he had a wonderful beginning... He wanted to continue like this and kept playing in Milan until his retirement. Unexpectedly, he guessed the beginning, but failed to guess the ending. Later in his career, he was swept out, Atletico Madrid, Lazio, Nottingham Forest... These teams have all been his stops. If he had not won the second spring of his career in Nottingham Forest and unexpectedly won the Champions League, how many people would he remember that he chose to retire at this time?

He was determined to be loyal to Milan, but was swept out. What is more cruel than this? If he had a choice, he would rather trade this Champions League in exchange for an opportunity to be a loyal minister.

Is it possible? Impossible.

The city court, which had been noisy all night, became quiet at the moment when the song rang, and everyone turned their eyes to the person shrouded in the spotlight.

Amid the sad singing, the Italian Albertini slowly raised his hands, pursed his lips and red eyes, saying goodbye to his eighteen years of wandering career.

Don Eun watched him and applauded and paid tribute to him. He hid in the crowd and was with the players while doing all this, not attracting attention, so no one saw the tears flashing in his eyes.

Goodbye, Demi.
Chapter completed!