Nottingham was filled with a festive atmosphere for the entire day on May 12th. The local media reported on Nottingham's successful defense of the league title. Countless media outlets gathered in the central city of England, wanting to interview the newly minted Premier League champion.
On May 11th, the Football Association officials presented a replica of the trophy to Nottingham. The local media were quite critical, feeling that the Football Association was looking down on Nottingham. As a result, the Football Association replaced the replica with the real thing the next day. The swiftness of their actions rendered people speechless.
After winning the title, Twain gave the team a day off, but he reminded the players that there were still two important games before the break, so they could not afford to go on a rampage.
With the players on a break, Twain also gave himself a day off. He spent the day with his wife and did not go anywhere else. He just rested at home. Shania enjoyed this kind of time, because she was really scared at the last moment of yesterday's match.
She watched her husband on the sidelines, nervous, excited, and depressed. Even her heart, as a bystander, could not take it, let alone Tony, who had undergone heart surgery before.
Fortunately, the nuclear-powered heart was very strong, so there was no problem. Otherwise, Shania would rather Twain's team had nothing this season than to see anything happen to Uncle Tony.
Shania still had lingering fears until a day later.
Twain naturally knew this, so he had to make it up to Shania on this day. So he asked, "Where do you want to go? What do you want to buy? "
Shania leaned over and blew on the tip of Twain's nose. She giggled and said, "I don't want to go anywhere. Let me hug you."
Twain's face was stiff. "I'm not your Dodoro doll!"
Shania did not care. She really hugged her husband like a doll. "Let me hug you. Let me listen to your heartbeat. Otherwise, I'm really afraid I'm dreaming …" she murmured.
Twain did not struggle anymore. He gently pressed his chin against Shania's forehead.
"My heartbeat is strong." Shania looked up and smiled at Twain. "I'm relieved!"
Twain did not roll his eyes. He gently stroked Shania's beautiful hair. He wanted to say something, but only moved his lips. Not a single syllable came out.
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While Shania and Tang En were at home, Bell was knocking on Shannon's door with a gift.
The girl seemed to still be angry with Bale. She only opened the door a crack and did not let Bale in.
So Bell, with gifts and flowers, spent a long time in front of the door. Finally, he opened the door to the girl's room and opened the girl's heart.
"I don't think you love me at all." Although she let Bale into her room, her mouth was still unrelenting.
Bale smiled and stuffed the flowers and gifts into Shannon's hands, then hugged her from behind and said, "Well, I'm a professional footballer. Sometimes, you have to share some with others. Don't be jealous. You know our boss, right? His celebrity wife doesn't like him playing football either. She's always worried about his heart. "
At the mention of Tang En and Shania, the girls became excited. When Twain married Shania, who was more than 20 years younger than him, he was criticized by many men, but on the girls' side, he was the object of envy. Shannon was no exception. Even though she was not a football fan, as a Nottingham citizen, she also knew about Tony Twain's story.
She nestled in Bale's arms, looking forward to her boyfriend giving her an unforgettable romantic love.
"Then … other than football, you're not allowed to love any other woman other than me." The girl said coquettishly.
Bale kissed her earlobe gently and said, "Okay, I swear."
The girl smiled with satisfaction and her whole body softened on the bed with Bale.
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"The sun's nice, George."
Sophia put her hand over her eyes and looked up at the sky with narrowed eyes. She was being supported by her son for a walk outside to bask in the sun. Her pale face was plated with a layer of warm color by the sun, and she regained some of her spirit.
Wood grunted in acknowledgment.
"Are you happy to win the league title?"
"Yes, I am."
"It's great that Mr. Twain doesn't have to eat the table and make a fool of himself … In the last few minutes, I was really worried that he would suddenly collapse on the sidelines. Fortunately, nothing happened, "Sophia said softly with her head lowered.
The two of them were tired from walking and sat down on a bench to rest.
Sophia turned to look at her son beside her. He was lost in thought as he looked at the people who were strolling in the distance.
He must be thinking about something.
Sophia did not disturb him and leaned back in the chair to enjoy the sun. She felt that she owed her son a lot. At this time, his teammates must be busy dating their girlfriends, going out shopping, going to nightclubs, bars and other entertainment venues. Only George had to accompany a useless person like herself.
It might be better for George if she died?
Unfortunately, she could not bear to let go of George. She loved George and felt that she was the person who loved George the most in the world. She did not want to leave George alone. Unless there was another woman in the world who loved George more than she did, she would always stay by George's side.
Wood was startled to feel someone leaning on his shoulder. He realized that it was his mother.
His mother was snuggling up to him like a little girl at this time. Her eyes were closed and the corners of her mouth were curled up with a smile. The morning sun shone on her face and gave off a colorful halo.
Wood was a little stunned. His mother had not shown such a lively expression for a long time. She was not in good health, so her mental state had always been bad. Could it be because of the sun?
He froze and didn't dare to move for fear that he would disturb his mother.
Was she having a good dream?
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Kenny Burns stood alone in front of the bronze statue of Brian Clough in the Nottingham City Square. There were many bouquets placed under the bronze statue. It was not so lively in the past. It was all because of Nottingham Forest's successful defense of the league title and the demolition of the City Ground stadium that evoked memories of the past.
Just as he stood there, a few fans came forward to present flowers. Without exception, they were all white-haired old men.
They did not recognize that the old man standing silently next to him was one of the founders of Nottingham Forest's first glorious era, a superstar player who once won the Stanley Matthews Award. Burns now looked no different from an ordinary old British man. One could not see the glory and glory that once belonged to him.
Just after the game yesterday, he came here again with his former companions and they took a picture together. But that was just a show carefully arranged by the media. He returned here again today because he suddenly had something to say to the boss.
"Three Premier League titles, boss. Maybe there will be a third UEFA Champions League title, and the third trophy of the season … He did something wrong, didn't he, boss? Maybe … he's even better than you … "Burns looked up at the sky. The sky was clear and it was impossible for a bolt of lightning to appear out of nowhere and strike his head.
After realizing his reflex action, Bowens laughed out loud, "Ha!"
He remembered that the boss left them in September 2004 because of stomach cancer. He passed away in Derby County Hospital at the age of sixty-nine … The sixty-nine-year-old Ferguson was still leading the team to the English Premier League and won the Champions League title. That was the second UEFA Champions League title in his coaching career.
Now in the blink of an eye, ten years were about to pass.
Ten years ago, Nottingham Forest sent off the first benefactor in the club's history and welcomed the second benefactor. The coincidence of numbers was like a cycle, and there was a sense of destiny in it.
Ten years ago, Burns really did not think that he would be able to see the Forest team rise again in his lifetime. It was like a dream. A rookie manager who was hit in the head by a player on the sidelines suddenly transformed into the most popular and hottest champion manager in Europe.
After standing for a while, Burns said goodbye to the boss and turned to walk away.
Clough, dressed in a cardigan, raised his hands together and looked up. This was the scene of him saying goodbye to tens of thousands of fans at the City Ground stadium when he decided to retire. It was permanently fixed in metal.
Under the bronze statue, there were fans who came forward to send flowers and thoughts. Some, like Burns, stood in front of Clough's statue and talked about the old days, and then talked about their present glory. It was like chatting with an old friend.
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Although Bendtner, who was waiting at London Heathrow Airport to return to Denmark, was still wearing sunglasses, he was still recognized. The "Best of the Round" of the last round of the game had just made a big splash, and now he could not keep a low profile even if he wanted to.
He dragged his luggage and was looking for him at the boarding gate when he was stopped by a few people halfway.
"Hey, Nicky!"
The few people called Bendtner's nickname, which made him stop involuntarily.
"Ha, it really is Nicky! It really is you! "
A few people came up, and Bendtner instinctively wanted to refuse the interview. But he realized that the few people were not reporters, because they did not carry an interview bag, and the cameras in their hands were too amateurish. The surprise on their faces was definitely not the kind of surprise that came from seeing live news material, but a kind of joy that came from the heart.
He felt strange. Did he have fans in London?
He put on a smile and did not want to disappoint the fans too much, and waited to satisfy the other party's request for autographs and photos.
In the end, the four people did not intend to take a photo with him or ask for an autograph. They just gave Bendtner a thumbs up and said, "Well done, those two goals! We saw it, it was really wonderful! "
"Yeah, well done, Gini … Ahem, I haven't called you that for a long time, I'm really not used to it …"
"To be honest, I didn't have much hope for you guys. But I'm glad that I was wrong in the end! "
A few enthusiastic fans loudly praised Bendtner and patted him on the shoulder and arm before leaving.
Bendtner turned his head to look at their cheerful backs. They walked on the tips of their toes, as if they could fly. He suddenly reacted — it turned out that these guys he met by chance were Nottingham Forest fans!
After figuring out the relationship, he grinned silently.
In the past, whenever he returned to the City Ground stadium, he would be greeted by the overwhelming boos and curses of the Forest fans. He was like Judas, written in the Bible story for future generations to rebuke hundreds of millions of times, without the opportunity or power to appeal for himself.
Now the situation was completely reversed, and he actually received heartfelt praise from the Forest fans. They even called out nicknames that they used to call and patted his shoulders and arms intimately.
Nottingham Forest won the championship … and it was because of him, what a drama. He did not want to help the Forest team win the championship. He just did not want to be looked down upon by others.
After standing in the same place and sighing at the irony of fate, Bendtner dragged his suitcase and continued to look for his waiting area. Yesterday's exciting match had almost been thrown to the back of his mind. The joy of the Nottingham Forest people was too far away for him.
The red memories had long faded away. He had his future, and it had nothing to do with Nottingham Forest.
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After the game yesterday, Wenger shut himself in the study as soon as he got home. He could not even get close to his wife. It was a special way for him to express his anger and vent his emotions — he did not eat, did not sleep, and shut himself in. No one knew what he was going to do, but when he came out of this autistic environment again, it most likely meant that his emotions had returned to normal.
This time, he came out of the study at dusk and gave his wife an apologetic smile.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he probably did not sleep all night. His wife was busy preparing dinner for him, and he sat alone on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest.
After a night and a day, the scene of the defeat was still vivid in his mind, and he could still remember it when he closed his eyes. He had a greater chance of winning, but he lost the championship title. What exactly went wrong? Bendtner did not manage to keep an eye on him? He specifically asked people to pay attention to it … but he still managed to grab two chances to score. This really could not be explained with common sense. He did not make any mistakes on the tactical level, and logically speaking, he should not have been treated like this. But this was football. It was unpredictable.
Fortunately, his heart was a little tougher than Twain's, and there was no problem under such stimulation. In fact, those who usually looked gentle and refined, once they were greatly stimulated, their reactions could be more intense than those with a bad temper.
He closed his eyes and tried to expel the scene from his mind, and gradually felt tired.
When his wife came to Wenger with dinner, she found that her husband had fallen asleep and was snoring softly …
She put down the dinner, pulled a blanket over her husband, and gently covered him.
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Shania was particularly passionate today, and moans of pain and pleasure came from deep in her throat. She closed her eyes and hugged her lover tightly, and her fingers dug into Twain's back, leaving bloody marks. It was as if she was afraid that if she let go, her lover would disappear. Only by hugging him tightly in her arms, feeling his warmth and heartbeat, listening to his breathing, and enjoying every impact of him … could she feel a sense of security deep in her heart.
For Bendtner and Wenger, that intense season was over. Whether it was relaxing or regretful, they could only accept this result.
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