When the game was over, the Chelsea fans were not in a bad mood. The players thanked the fans on the field for their support. They were getting closer to the league title. With only thirty-six, thirty-seven, and thirty-eight rounds of the league tournament left, Chelsea was now eleven points ahead of Arsenal, who had one game less, and had basically locked in the league title. If Abramovich wanted to, he could even give the players the championship bonus that night.
Only the team's manager, Mourinho, had a gloomy face. He pouted and left first. He did not even shake hands with Tang En. Tang En looked at Mourinho's back and laughed. He was not angry at Mourinho's lack of grace because he could fully understand the Portuguese's mood. Losing to someone he did not want to lose to — a draw was also a kind of "loss" to Mourinho — and still coming up to shake hands with him with a smile on his face was probably not Mourinho.
The Chelsea players were happy because the league title was in the bag. This would be Chelsea's second league title in the club's history, and the first in 50 years.
Tang En was in a good mood because, according to the current situation, the Forest team, with one more game, had widened the gap with Everton to four points. Even if Everton beat Arsenal in an unexpected away game, they were still one point behind the Forest team. As long as the Forest team did not make any mistakes in the next three rounds, they would have the qualification for next season's Champions League.
He knew very well that since being forced into a draw by Manchester City in the away game, the goal that had been supporting Everton's efforts throughout the season had begun to collapse. Moyes always used the qualification for the Champions League to encourage his men. Now that they had been overtaken by the Forest team, they suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion and discouragement. What did they get for working so hard? Nothing at all.
A team was not afraid of losing. What they were afraid of was the loss after losing their goal. From a small game to a large season, the team must have a goal. Only then would the coaching staff and players have a direction to work towards. And the current situation was that Everton was gradually losing their target.
With the qualification for the Champions League falling to others, what was the point of continuing to work hard?
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On April 30th, Nottingham Forest challenged Arsenal in an away game. Although the league title was almost certain to be Chelsea's, Arsenal had not given up on the desire to win the game because they were only four points ahead of the third-placed Manchester United. In the last three rounds, the four-point gap made Wenger feel insecure.
He wanted to win, and Tang En did not want to lose.
However, he had to fight against many strong teams consecutively, and the competition schedule was tight. The Forest team was finally overwhelmed and lost 0: 2 to Arsenal in the away game. They had only lost by one goal, but in the final moments of the game, the Forest players could not run anymore. Only Wood could run, but he could not do anything alone. Arsenal seized the opportunity when the Forest players were exhausted. In the 90th minute, the Brazilian midfielder, Edu, scored a goal that completely sealed the victory.
After the match ended, Wenger was in a good mood. He shook Tang En's hand and exchanged a few words with him. This time, he asked about Arteta and Ribéry. Tang En knew what the Frenchman had in mind.
"Arthur, do you want me to repeat what I said to the Chelsea Football Club?" Twain was referring to his response to the rumors that Chelsea wanted to buy Wood.
Wenger knew it in his heart. He smiled and said, "Well, I admire your judgment of people. However, if you don't want to sell to Arsenal, don't sell to Manchester United either. "
Hearing what the Frenchman said, Tang En laughed out loud. Amidst the laughter, Wenger said goodbye to him and turned to walk away.
Hey, I don't know how to sell to anyone, he said in his heart after laughing.
Beside him, Kerslake's attention was attracted by Tang En's laughter. He asked curiously, "You're still so happy after losing?"
Tang En smiled and nodded. "You too. Curl up the corners of your mouth and smile. Yes, smile. "
Kerslake made a smiling expression, but he had no intention of smiling.
"There are two rounds left in the league tournament. We've lost, and we don't know the result of Everton's match. They started half a match later than us. At times like this, you have to smile even more. You can't put the pressure on the players. They've already done very well. Winning against Manchester United, winning against Liverpool, drawing with Chelsea, losing one match is nothing. You just have to adjust your mentality. I see that the players are in a good state of mind. Don't scare them with a straight face. "
Hearing Tang En's explanation, Kerslake smiled a little embarrassedly.
On the bus back to Nottingham from London, Tang En thought about it and asked the driver to turn on the broadcast to broadcast Everton's match for everyone to listen. He knew that the players were also concerned about the match.
By the time they heard the match, it was already the second half. When the commentator announced the score, there was a burst of cheers in the bus. Because Everton was trailing 0: 2 to Fulham in their away game.
When Fulham's main midfielder, Diop, was sent off with a red card in the 76th minute, the Forest players were still a little worried that Everton, who had the numerical advantage, would make a comeback. In the end, until the end of the match, Everton, who had the numerical advantage, did not show the slightest intention of equalizing the score.
Cheers and whistles rang out in the bus. They knew that the score meant that Forest still maintained a four-point advantage over Everton.
Tang En turned his head to look at Kerslake, who was sitting beside him. Like the players, he was smiling happily.
"Tony, Tony! Do you know what I'm feeling right now? "he asked.
Tang En nodded. "Of course I know."
"Hehe, the Champions League … When I think about it, I can't control my emotions. Ever since Boss, Forest has never been able to enter the Champions League. In Nottingham Forest's 140-year history, we're the second Forest team to enter the Champions League! "
"Hey, hey, David. We're not sure if we'll enter the Champions League next season. Even if we get into the top four in the Premier League, we still have to play in the qualifiers. Only by winning the qualifiers can we enter the Champions League proper … "
Kerslake interrupted Tang En. "I believe in you, Tony. I believe you can do it. What's the big deal about the qualifiers? Before this season, who would have thought that a newly promoted team could make it this far? Top 16 in the UEFA Europa League, fourth in the Premier League, disqualified as champions! No one could, but we did it. " He clenched his fists and stood up abruptly. He shouted to the players in the bus who were still cheering for Fulham.
"Guys! Tony is worried that we won't even make it through the qualifiers for the Champions League next season! "
The players were stunned at first. Then, they whistled at their assistant manager. "Come on, Coach! Today is not April Fool's Day. Do you believe what you're saying? "
Kerslake was not annoyed at all. He looked down at Tang En, who was sitting in his seat, and chuckled.
Tang En stood up and coughed. "I say … It's a little too early for you to be happy, guys. There are two rounds left in the Premier League. Everton still has three matches to play. They're four points behind us … Alright. "Tang En waved his hands." Don't give Everton any chance! "
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