Tang En suddenly thought of something. "What are you doing, Shania? Aren't you participating in a fashion show? "
"I just came down and heard them talking about the game backstage, so I thought of calling you. Hehe."
"Is the fashion show fun?"
"Not really … not as fun as being with you, Uncle Tony. Where are we going to play this summer? "
Tang En scratched his head. This little girl. "You're not going to walk? Aren't models very busy? "
Shania giggled and said, "I don't have to walk! I'm not a supermodel. I'm not that busy. We can have fun for the whole summer! Where to? Where to, Uncle Tony? Where are we going to play? "She couldn't wait to ask.
Tang En rolled his eyes. In the end, he could not connect the model Shania, who wore a cold expression on the runway, with this playful child.
"Uh, I don't know either …"
"How about this, let's go to Brazil! I'll take you to my hometown! "Shania excitedly announced their summer vacation plans.
Tang En's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "Brazil." A thought popped up without warning.
Meeting my parents so early …
As soon as the thought popped up, Tang En desperately shook his head, wanting to throw it to Java.
"You don't like it, Uncle Tony?" Shania did not hear Tang En's answer and thought he did not want to go to Brazil.
"Ah, no … no, I like it very much. I like Brazil …" Tang En hurriedly said. Putting aside the absurd thought, he felt that going to Brazil was a good idea. Because it was a place where geniuses were abundant and buried. He wanted to go and see if he could discover one or two Brazilian geniuses that Europe had not yet fought over.
Shania's mind was filled with sunny beaches and romantic walks by the sea. Tang En, on the other hand, was thinking of the Brazilian football environment where geniuses were everywhere …
"Then it's settled. It's my turn to go on stage. Goodbye, Uncle Tony! "
"Goodbye, Shania …"
After hanging up, Tang En's depressed mood suddenly improved. The sky was blue, and the trees were green. A child's laughter came faintly from outside the forest. Perhaps someone had scored again.
Tang En patted the tombstone behind him as if caressing Gavin's head.
Then he stood up.
Champions League, here I come!
He clenched his fist and waved it.
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In the 33rd round of matches that had just ended, Everton challenged Arsenal in an away game, but were slaughtered by the Gunners 7: 0 at Highbury. Eighth minute, 11th minute, 39th minute, 50th minute, 70th minute, 75th minute, 85th minute. Arsenal scored one goal after another. Pires scored twice. Van Persie, Vieira, Edu, Bergkamp and Flamini each scored a goal. Chelsea had already won the title in advance. Arsenal, who did not win the title, vented all their anger on this game. Poor Everton became the Gunners' punching bag.
After the match, Moyes didn't look as dejected as some people thought. Instead, he seemed to have let go of the heavy burden in his heart. He knew that the Champions League qualification had flown away, and it would definitely not come back.
Losing to Arsenal made him and the whole team accept such a result in pain. Pain was pain, but no matter how unwilling he was, he could only accept it. After all, football was not just about one game or one season.
Just two years ago, he had sympathized with Tony Twain. He did not expect that he would be the one to be pitied now. Life is unpredictable.
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Another three days later, on May 15th, it was the final round of the English Premier League's 04-05 season. In addition to the suspense over the three teams that were relegated and avoided relegation, the league title had long been confirmed to belong to Chelsea. The four teams that qualified for next season's Champions League were also confirmed. Nottingham Forest, ranked fourth, led Everton by four points with one game left. Everton was powerless to turn the tables.
The UEFA Europa League qualification was full of suspense. Everton had 61 points and was two points behind Liverpool. The seventh-placed Bolton Wanderers and the eighth-placed Middlesbrough had the same points and were one point behind Liverpool.
Anyone could fall behind at the end.
All of this had nothing to do with Twain. In the last round of the league, he sent out an all-substitute lineup, letting the players who usually did not have many opportunities to play receive the fans' cheers at home. Bendtner and Crouch, Chris Commons, Aaron Lennon, Gunnarsson, Wes Morgan, Piqué, George Johnson … Among these players, George Wood still firmly occupied a position in the starting eleven.
Twain did not care how the game turned out. He even told his players before the game: Play however you want. Go all out and show yourself to the fullest.
He was not afraid of losing. Even if they lost 0: 100, he would not lose the Champions League qualification.
The Forest fans also knew that the result of the game was meaningless. They were here to thank the team, the players, the manager, and for the joy the Forest team had brought them this season.
Under such a relaxed tone, both sides played very relaxed. Birmingham City did not have to worry about avoiding relegation and did not have the pursuit of the UEFA Europa League. They were happy to end the season easily.
Although most of the Forest players were substitutes, they were full of fighting spirit and stamina. The players from both sides gave the fans a beautiful offensive battle in the City Ground stadium. No one cared about defense. Everyone had only one thought when they got the ball: Forward! To the opponent's goal!
The final score of the game was 3: 3. The Forest team shook hands with Birmingham City at home. Everyone, from the team to the fans, was happy.
When the game entered injury stoppage time, all the Forest players had gathered on the sidelines. Even those who were not on the squad list were waiting in casual clothes. They were waiting for the game to end so they could rush into the field to celebrate. This grand occasion was as if they had won the league title.
The live broadcast suddenly released a long-lost voice — the commentary when Nottingham Forest won the Champions League for the first time. It was so old that it was accompanied by a lot of noise, but all the Forest fans in the City Ground stadium knew what the voice was saying. "… Let us congratulate them, the new European champion — Nottingham Forest! Congratulations to them, congratulations to them! Brian Clough has made history. This unknown little team was still in the second division two seasons ago. Now they have become the European champions. They are fully deserving of their title … "
Loud cheers rang out in the stadium.
The voice from 27 years ago gradually receded amid the cheers of the fans. Like a tide, a new voice rang out. "A year ago, we were still in Division One. Now we have qualified for the Champions League! Champions League, we are back! Nottingham Forest is back! "
"We are back! Nottingham Forest is back!! "A loud roar rang out in the stadium.
Amidst this voice, the referee blew the whistle to end the game. The players gathered in front of the Forest substitutes' bench swarmed into the field. They waved their arms and rushed toward the other 11 players.
Tang En was originally standing at the back, but he suddenly felt his body tremble — he was lifted up.
In front of him was the excited smiling faces of the Forest players. In the distant stands, there were thousands of agitated arms. There, he saw Michael, saw Gavin, saw Walker and Bowyer, and also the "boss" …
He smiled.
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