With two days to go until the Champions League final, the Forest team arrived in Paris ahead of schedule.

"Paris, the fashion capital. Anelka, how does it feel to be home? Ribery asked his fellow citizens.

Anelka looked at the scenery outside the car window and said lightly, "It's not bad."

He wasn't born in Paris, but his first professional football club was Paris Saint-Germain, and he stayed in Paris long enough that he still has another house in Paris.

"Hey, I said, don't talk in French, we don't know what you're talking about." Ashley on the side

"What a beautiful woman in France...... Eastwood whistled at the fashionable beauties walking down the road together.

"Freddy, you're a father of two, pay attention to your image." Don joked with the players in front, causing a burst of laughter in the carriage.

Everyone on the team looked relaxed, with one exception.

Donn took advantage of the moment when he turned back to Eastwood to speak, and glanced at George De, who was sitting in the back row. He was staring out the window at the Parisian streetscape, unconcerned about everything in the carriage.

Don sighed inwardly.

George but Donn insisted on taking him with him, hoping to show that he was an important part of the team. This practice looks more like a comfort. But it's better to have comfort than nothing. Wood must feel like an outsider, everyone can look forward to the Champions League final, but he can't.

And most importantly, Donn can't comfort Wood right now. He couldn't walk over to Wood's seat in full view of the crowd, then tapped him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. George. Even if you can't play, you're part of the team." That way everyone's attention will be on Wood, and that's exactly what Wood doesn't want to be born in.

Except to look at Wood from afar and sigh inwardly, Don couldn't do anything.

When the bus arrived at the hotel where they were staying, there were already a lot of media waiting there.

This final has long been characterized by the media as a "decisive battle between artistic football and utilitarian football". Barcelona is naturally the representative of artistic football, while Nottingham Forest has been insisting on defensive counterattacks and ugly results in beautiful football. It is considered to be represented utilitarianly.

Don was not happy with this. He doesn't deny that his team is a bit utilitarian, but he hates that the media just pits the two teams against each other. Put Barcelona on the altar to worship, but use Nottingham Forest as a target for verbal criticism.

What's wrong with the ugly kick? I can win if I play ugly. What about playing artistically? Don't look at the scenery of Barcelona now. Who doesn't know in a few years?

The first to step off the bus was that Donne's feet had just stepped on the ground, and countless microphones were sticking out of his mouth from both sides of the passage, and questions were thrown at him one after another. There's nothing new about it, and most of it has to do with Wood's absence. As the tournament approaches. The topic of Wood's absence from the final has only heated up. Everyone wants to see how Forest, who started by defense, will deal with Barcelona after missing the most important defensive player in the team.

"How to deal with it? Didn't you know when you got there? "While squeezing forward. Don answered similar questions unkindly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Donne. It's no secret that your team has always relied on defense to reach the finals, so does Wood's absence make you more aggressive in your offensive looks? Someone in the crowd asked, pulling their throats.

Donn heard the question, and he stopped. Look in the direction where the sound came from. This problem touched his backscales, and made him feel unhappy for the past few days, looking for big opportunities and excuses.

"Who just asked that question?"

A bald man stepped forward." World Sports Newspaper ......"

He intends to introduce himself. But Don interrupted directly." Catalan media? No wonder. Why, you look down on defense? Do you think it's a shame that we made it to the final defensively? Barcelona is very artistic and offensive, you have the ability to suggest Rijkaard, let him not line up defenders and goalkeepers on the field, offensive to the end, art in the end? How many years have you been covering football? Do you know football? Where are you from? Tang En almost continued, "Your mother's surname", but fortunately, he suppressed the anger in his heart at the critical moment and did not explode into foul language. Do you know what defense actually is? Do you understand what defense means to modern football? Aren't you happy that we rely on defensive 'talent' to reach the finals? Do you think your team will have a headache against our defense, that's why you say that? ”

The scolding arose, and Don simply didn't leave. He put his suitcase on the ground and stretched out his finger to count Barcelona in front of him: "Look at you media writers - the decisive battle between artistic football and utilitarian football!" Are we utilitarian? Let me do the math for you. From the round of 16 to the end of the semi-finals, how many goals did Barcelona score? Six! How many did we get into Nottingham Forest? In the quarter-finals, we scored five! He opened his palms and gestured in front of the poor man. By the end of the semi-finals, we had scored nine goals! Don't you always like to use the number of goals scored to measure whether a team is strong in attack? We scored nine and Barcelona six. Who is utilitarian? Who's on the offensive? ”

Someone in the crowd whistled, which was schadenfreude and watched boos hilariously. Everybody likes to see Donn do that, because it means they get big news stories very quickly.

The players who got off the bus saw the manager pointing at a snort. They all stopped to watch the excitement. Chris Rac was behind them urging them to hurry into the hotel and not waste time here.

"My team is not a circus for entertainment, and I'm not obligated to satisfy your little hobby. I only care about my own support and the board's evaluation. The championship trophy is my goal, I don't care if it's good or not. Art Football? I'm not Picasso or Van Gogh. Goodbye, Mr. Barcelona."

After venting his displeasure, Don pulled up the box again. Turned around and left the bustling hotel door.

"O, the boss is cool......" Column looked dumbfounded.

"I can foresee what will be the headlines in the major media tomorrow......" Albertini said next to him, with a lot of frustration in his tone.

Even before the final was played, Nottingham Forest was in the spotlight of the media...... To be precise, it was their landlord Tonion who lashed out at his hotel door yesterday for lacking basic respect. Arrogant and full of gibberish.

The media in Nottingham and England supported Donne. Trying to portray him as a character coach and promoting that he said this because of his outspoken temper......

As for the other neutral media, they rushed to report on the incident with a happy mood. Some media headlines are very talented - Tony

Readers can see this as Donn challenging the Barcelona team alone, or as Donn doing the city of Barcelona like Don Quixote. As well as the Catalan challenges behind it.

In short, because of Don's impulsiveness. The spotlight and the opponent's media firepower are focused on him.

David Lislak was puzzled by this, he knew that Donn was grumpy when facing the media, and he also knew that Donn had been in a bad mood lately, perhaps because the big war was approaching, which made him a little nervous and nervous...... But that issue didn't slam the Foresters for being conservative at the time. It was much more polite to comment on it in the newspapers with other media, and he didn't understand why Don was so angry.

The next day, Donn called the waiter, gave him a tip, and told him to go out and buy all the sports newspapers he could buy. Then he flipped through all the newspapers he had bought back to the page with his photos and news, and laid them neatly side by side on the bed.

Sunlight spills in outside the window. Shine on the bed. He couldn't read French or Spanish, but that didn't stop him from admiring his photographs.

As if admiring a work of art, he stood on the edge of his bed and tilted his head to look at the ink-scented newspapers.

So when David Lislak knocked on the door and came in, he felt very strange when he saw this scene.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

"As you can see, read the newspaper." Don didn't tilt his head and continued to read the newspaper on the bed.

"See it that way?" Chris Rac walked over and tilted his head to look at Donn, but he didn't see anything but the striking photos.

"Do you understand?" So he asked.

"You don't need to understand it. I can guess what they wrote. It's nothing more than the same old stuff...... Do you want me to repeat it to you? ”

Chris Rac shook his head, "I was about to ask you, Tony. You were in front of the hotel yesterday and I couldn't think anything about it. It's weird. Or rather...... I think you're too sudden."

"It's not about playing games, it's about warming ......up early," Don walked over, pointed to the newspaper on the bed, and said, "Look, it's all my photos, my name, they're all talking about me, whether it's supporting me or scolding my mother, all the focus is on me ......"

"You're famous, Tony. But you don't need to be famous......"

"You think I'm here to be famous? Then I might as well go to the Eiffel Tower and strip naked and play bungee jumping." Don put away all the newspapers, freed himself out of bed, and threw himself on the bed. He looked at Chrislac, who was still standing on the sidelines, and asked: "How are the players?" ”

"It's all pretty good."

"Are they nervous?"

"A few people were nervous, but not all."

"Is everything normal?"

Chrisrako nodded, "I think it's the ground."

"What about those memories?"

"I'm trying to interview you in any possible way."

Hearing the assistant coach say that, Donn laughed. Let them find it."

"Hey. Tony, you haven't answered my question yet."

"What's the problem?"

"Why did you suddenly get on fire?"

"Why...... I just hope the media will focus on me and leave some room for the team. Now it seems that I did a good job. Finally no one will be asking the damn questions about tactics and where Wood is absent."

Donn rolled over and sat up from the bed: "Let's go, David. It's time for lunch."

Lunch time. There is a lot of discussion within the team about Donne's fire yesterday. And Don just announced another news: free time in the afternoon, the players can go out shopping or do other things, in short, try not to stay in the hotel room, and then return to the hotel at half past five, gather at the Stade de France for adaptation training. Due to the location of the TV broadcast, the final had to be played in the evening, and Donn wanted the team to get used to the feeling of playing the game. I also put the training time in that time period.

The decision was echoed with cheers from the players.

Come to the fashion capital. Beautiful women in Paris. No one wants to lock themselves in a hotel room, and young people want to go out and have fun.

Only Chrisra can whisper to Don below: "Tony. The day after tomorrow is the game......"

"I know that's why it's important to let them relax and be nervous and not good for the game. It's no longer the era of hotel-training ground-pitch three-point one-line land. They have their own way of entertaining. Be respectful of that."

Had lunch. After a short lunch break. The Forest players travelled together.

Wood accompanies his mother to go shopping, and he has a girlfriend and wife, of course, with his lover. Bachelors go out in groups in search of beautiful women.

Don wasn't idle. He went out to meet Shania, who had made an appointment before coming to Paris.

Shania was dressed like a normal little girl, and with her makeup off, she couldn't get in touch with the iceberg beauty on the runway. The only place she used to hide her face was probably a pair of wide sunglasses.

The two made an appointment to meet on the square in front of the Eiffel Tower, and it was sunny today, which was perfect for going out on a date.

"It's Eiffel Tower again...... Almost everyone who comes to Paris comes here. You're vulgar, Uncle Tony." Shania looked at the crowded Haitian Champ de Mars Square and sighed. The date was decided by Donn, and he didn't hesitate to give the name of the Eiffel Tower on the phone. Because the building is the most famous, it has become a symbol of Paris and France all over the world. It is also because there are too many people who come here to visit, so it is completely incompatible with the "romantic French style". It's noisy and bustling.

"How? I'm just a layman." Don replied as he kept taking pictures with his digital camera.

Shania glanced at Done.

"Do you have to take so many pictures of one tower?"

"Who said I'm filming the Eiffel Tower?"

"Huh?"

"Although the tower is beautiful, it is not as beautiful as people......"

Shania rolled her eyes. This square is full of people, but there are really a lot of dresses or fashions. Or sexy, or rustic beauties walk past them.

"Shania, take your sunglasses off."

"What are you doing? The sun is dazzling...... "Despite complaining, Shania took off her sunglasses. She couldn't help but squint her eyes as soon as she took off her sunglasses, and then she showed Don Ground's camera lens facing her.

"Mmmm, it's better to look without sunglasses. Do you know what you're wearing ink mirroring, Shania? ”

"Like what?"

"Toad."

"Uncle Tony!" Shania glared in an angry manner, but laughed again when she saw the shutter in Donn's hand pressed faster. All right. Actually, I don't like wearing sunglasses either...... But who made me ......"

"Who made you a celebrity now? You see, I don't have to go out and wear sunglasses."

"Because you're going to wear it on the training ground." Shania retorted.

Donn took the camera off and turned it off. Then he said to Shania, "Do you want ice cream?" "There is a shop selling ice cream under the Eiffel Tower.

Shania hesitated for a moment, then pouted and shook her head: "Still don't want it...... I'm afraid of gaining weight. Models should always be in shape......"

Donn suddenly shoved the camera into Shania's hand: "Eating a bucket of ice cream doesn't make you gain weight right away. I don't want you to be like those models, dieting to death on the catwalk, everything matters. You wait, I'll buy ice cream."

With that, Donn turned and strode towards the crowded ice cream shop.

Shania looked down and turned her digital camera back on, then flipped through the photos Don had just taken. To her surprise, she didn't see countless photos of strange and beautiful women in the memory card, and there was only one protagonist in all of them - she, Judy

She looks around in sunglasses, she frowns and speaks, she pouts and makes small movements, she teases her head, she smiles, she rolls her eyes. She glared angrily...... What about the Eiffel Tower? I can't find it, and there is no beautiful and tall shadow of this "Iron Lady" in a single photo.

Looking at it, Shania laughed.

She then holds the camera up towards the ice cream parlor, and through the electronic screen, she sees Uncle Tony holding two ice cream cones in both hands, struggling to squeeze out of the crowd.

It's not at all like Tony, Europe's youngest and most popular manager, who directs the team on the sidelines, fights with the media off the pitch, and is in high spirits

Shania pointed the camera at Donn in the middle of the crowd, pushed closer, and pressed the shutter.