The highest level of defensive counterattack is to let the opponent press you for 89 minutes and 50 seconds, during which you are embarrassed, in constant danger, and it looks like you will lose the ball every second, both in terms of field and technical statistics. But......

This "but" is the essence of defensive counterattack.

But you don't concede the ball and then in the last ten seconds you can use a counter-attack to sneak up and make it 1-0. You win.

So defensive counter-attacks are always associated with "1:0ism" and "conservatism", and are considered to be the representative of ugly football, the culprit hated by fans and disdained by critics.

But, Donn likes it.

Because it is able to bring victory to itself.

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"Gareth. Bel! It was his first goal in the Champions League! It came so easily...... He was unmarked, and only needed a light block...... He did it! ”

Little monkey Gareth. Bale had dreamed of this countless times before he scored: what would it be like to score a goal in an important game like the Champions Cup? He also designed the celebrations after scoring a goal, and there were all kinds of them, so many of them that he almost couldn't remember.

But when the goal really came, he forgot about the preparation he had prepared before, and just kneeled on the ground with his arms outstretched, looking up at the sky. Brilliant floodlights fell from the night sky, and countless white circles of light focused on him alone, and there was darkness all around, only the constant noise and applause...... At that moment, he was the protagonist on this stage.

Looking up at the night sky, Bale saw a figure in his teammate Eastwood, who leapt high in the air and crushed him before Bale could react.

"Wow-"

Then more Forest players swarmed in and pinned the two to the bottom. It's their favorite way to celebrate, whether it's pressing a teammate or a coach......

George. Wood didn't join in the fun, he stood outside the crowd, clenched his fists and waved them hard.

The Forest bench has become a sea of joy, with everyone hugging and hugging everyone around them. It was an inspiring scoreline, with two goals on the road leading Chelsea and Forest in a good position.

Contrary to the jubilant atmosphere on Forest's side, there was silence on the Chelsea bench and in the dugout. Mourinho bit his lower lip tightly and stared at the big screen. It was a replay of Forest's goal.

George. Wood's sudden insertion disrupted Chelsea's defensive plans, and Terry did not dare to ignore the man who had been active in the game, only to ignore the other man......

Gareth. Bel!

Mourinho said the name in his heart. He was a disaster for himself, the first goal of his career was scored against his own team, and the first goal of the championship was scored by his own team...... Hell yes, Don must have deliberately replaced this person!

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"The young people at Nottingham Forest are growing up, and those who were Tony were in the beginning. The young talents that Donn brought to the youth team from all over the country and promoted from the youth team to the first team are now the key force in determining the outcome of the game. George. Wood, Gareth. Bell, Pique...... We could have hoped for more. ”

With little time left, the commentator began to make his closing remarks. Chelsea fought back like crazy, and the Forest team played their best iron bucket formation, with eleven men huddled in the 30-metre area and did not come out, blocking Chelsea's long-range shots with the style of blocking the gun's eye.

Nottingham Forest's crowd has already risen from their seats, standing shoulder to shoulder on the sidelines, counting down the game.

Don was surrounded in the middle by Don and Chrislak, and he glanced next door. Mourinho sat in the dugout, didn't make any other movements, couldn't see his face clearly, and had no way of knowing what his expression was at the moment...... It must be exciting, right?

Chris Rac next to him couldn't wait to raise his arms and make a gesture to celebrate the victory, and there were many people around him who looked like him.

Although the Forest team is still embarrassed on the field, these people are not worried. Because they have seen a lot of such scenes......

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game after Shepchenko had shot the ball wide.

At this moment, the Stamford Stadium reverberated with the cheers of the visiting fans, but the cheers were soon drowned out by the boos of the Chelsea supporters, who would not tolerate their opponents celebrating the victory on their chassis.

If we win, do we want to stab again? No way!

"Nottingham Forest won their opening game and it was a valuable away win! Although the two teams are similar in strength, and it is normal for everyone to win and lose, it is still surprising to see Forest win Chelsea away from home...... Jose Mourinho continued his embarrassing record of 'not winning against Donne', in the duel between two managers with the surname, Donn won one game first, but whether he can win the end depends on the second leg at Nottingham City Stadium. ”

Everyone around him ran up to celebrate, and Done turned and walked to the Chelsea dugout.

A handshake after a game is a procedure.

Moreover, he would love to see Mourinho's expression up close.

Of course, Mourinho knew that Don didn't really want to show his demeanor when he came over at this time, he knew very well what the other party wanted to do, so he wouldn't give Don this opportunity.

Don grinned and walked towards Mourinho, only to find Mourinho turning straight into the player's runway......

A smile froze on his face.

He used to show others such a look, but he didn't expect that now he would be treated like this by others.

The outstretched hand scratched his head awkwardly, and Donn shrugged and turned back to the court.

"Little monkey, you're doing a good job!" He laughed loudly at the oncoming Bell, and his mood suddenly improved again.

If you don't shake hands, you won't shake hands, if you don't let me see your expression, you won't let me see it, I won anyway!

Bell heard Donn's shout, stopped and smiled at Donn, not knowing what to say.

Don noticed that his belly was large ...... "What is this?" He said, pointing to Bell's round belly.

"Hey...... Football, Boss. Bale carefully pulled the ball out of his clothes. The ball I scored, I secretly brought it, I want to collect. It was my first goal in the Champions League. I just saw the referee looking for ...... Don't tell them, boss! ”

Tang En nodded: "Yes, I'll help you keep it secret, hurry up and take it to the locker room to hide!" ”

Bale ran around Donn to the sidewalk, but was surrounded by a large group of reporters halfway through, who insisted on pulling Bale for an interview. Looking at Bell's embarrassed expression, Don laughed.

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Despite the loss, Makelle found George. Wood, hoping to swap jerseys with him.

"I've heard a few things about you, I've heard that you never accept the suggestion of swapping jerseys after you lose." Makelele stood in front of Wood, speaking in unfamiliar English.

Wood nodded, not denying the rumor.

Makelele took off his shirt and handed it to Wood: "You won today, not next time. ”

Wood also took off his shirt and completed the shirt exchange ceremony with Makelele.

He thought that was the end of it, but when he turned to leave, he was stopped by Makelele, who spoke a word of French to Wood, who did not understand a word.

A dazed Wood watched as Makelele turned to leave, and Ribery suddenly appeared from the side.

"He said it's not about the body when you defend." Ribery translated for Wood, and seeing Wood frowning, Ribery patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Okay, he must not be willing to lose to you in the physical confrontation, so he said that, George." Let's celebrate the victory with everyone! ”

Wood was dragged into the middle of the crowd by Ribery.

Claude Makelele has stepped into the mixed zone, with Wood's number 13 red shirt on his shoulder. It stands out in the crowd.

"Well, here's that guy's jersey." In response to the reporter's question, Makelle nodded. "He's very level, but he lacks experience."

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Instead of celebrating the victory on the court like everyone else, Donn walked straight to the press conference. Now that it's empty, he's just sitting on the stage and waiting for the reporters from the mixed zone to finish interviewing.

Because there was no one, Don directly put his feet on the stage, leaned back on the chair, and pushed the chair back, relying only on two thin legs to support the full weight of his whole person. There is no one, he can relax and relax.

Just then, there was a noise at the side entrance, and he turned his head to look. It was found that Mourinho was just pushing the door in......

Mourinho looked up and saw him, and the two looked at each other.

Whoop -

The two slender legs of the chair finally couldn't support Donn's full weight, and he tilted to the side, throwing the unprepared Donn off the chair, his head hitting the sponsor sign behind him......

Suddenly seeing this funny scene, Mourinho, who was originally straight-faced, couldn't help laughing.

Don grinned in pain, got up from the ground, and saw that Mourinho was still smiling, and he was also a little embarrassed.

"You're in a good mood, Mr. Mourinho." Don sneered, and he lifted up the chair that had fallen to the ground, only to realize that the legs of the chair had been deformed. I can't see it when I put it down, and once I sit down, it will immediately fall down.

After trying to straighten the chair legs to no avail, Donn stood up and glanced at the room. The chairs of the reporters and the chairs of the coaches are the same, all blue backrests, and there is no difference in appearance.

Looking at the crooked-legged chair in his hand, Donn stepped off the stage and casually pulled out an intact chair from the press gallery and reversed it with his own hand.

He carefully placed the rotten chairs in a row of seats, took a few steps back, and after a closer look, he found that there was no flaw, and then walked back to the stage satisfied.

Originally, Mourinho was going to turn around and leave after seeing Donn here, but now he stood aside and watched with interest as Donn did all the above.

After doing all this, Don was a little surprised to find that Mourinho was still there: "You didn't leave? ”

"Why should I go? Is this your home? With that, Mourinho simply walked over and sat in his place.

The two sat side by side, waiting for the reporters to arrive.

"Didn't you just see me running away? I'm going to shake your hand after the game, Mr. Mourinho. Leaving the field without shaking hands after the game is a very undignified thing. Don said, looking at the empty seats in front of him.

"It's better than giving away the silver medal after the final." Mourinho did not show weakness and said as well as looking ahead.

The two of them are clearly having a conversation, but they both deliberately don't look at each other.

'I'm sorry to win you on your home turf, Mr. Mourinho.' Don rubs salt in Mourinho's wounds.

Mourinho didn't even frown: "No need to apologize, Mr. Donn." In the next leg, it's my turn to beat you on your home turf. ”

"Don't talk so much, Mr. Mourinho. Otherwise, it won't be realized at that time, but it's ugly. You see, I never said we were going to make it to the final, even though it was. ”

Mourinho snorted, not wanting to deal with the cheeky guy anymore.

When the two men were arguing, reporters came to the press conference from the mixed area. Neither of them spoke, but watched to see which unlucky man would sit on the particular chair in the middle.

Strange to say, many reporters walked in front of the chair, and some even hesitated to sit down, but in the end, no one stepped into the trap. This disappointed Don a little.

The host saw that the crowd was almost there, and announced the start of the press conference. Just then, the door was pushed open again, and a fat reporter broke in, sweating profusely. Don glanced at his press card, which had a striking "sun" on it.

The Sun's ...... Awesome.

After seeing the guy break in, Mourinho and Don turned their gaze to the vacant seat in the middle.

"Excuse me......" The Sun reporter apologized as the laborious crowd squeezed into the empty seat. Everywhere he went, the people who had been seated had to get up again to make way for him, or they wouldn't be able to squeeze in—too fat.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, while Don kept a straight face.

Finally, the reporter finally squeezed in, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down.

Mourinho's eyes narrowed, and Don whistled.

"Whoa—"

The fat man sitting on the ground looked up at everyone innocently, and he became the focus of attention of the audience.

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"Wha!"

On the bus back to Nottingham, Donn told the players about the scene at the press conference, and everyone laughed happily.

Having won, they have every reason to be so relaxed. The away win over old rivals Chelsea convinced them that they would be the last team to reach the final this season.

"Rest well, guys. Once you get out of the car, you don't have time to relax. Don said as he stood in front of the bus and looked at the group of people sitting in the back. With five rounds left in the season, we have little hope of winning the league title, but qualification for next season's Champions League must be guaranteed, and we can't relax until that is secured. Then there's the Champions Cup, and now it's the most crucial moment, and a win away at Chelsea doesn't mean we're going to Athens, it's just that we have more hope than them. I don't want to see a proud Forest team in a week's time. Remember what I said before? None of us have the right to relax until we win the Champions Cup. The more we get to the end, the more we have to tense our nerves and fall in the place closest to victory, it should be our opponent who will have such a tragedy, and definitely not us! ”

"Yes!!" Everyone in the carriage replied loudly.

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At London's Siathrow Airport, a middle-aged man with slightly fat and gray hair is waiting for boarding in the departure hall, and he is talking on the phone.

“…… Yes, I just watched the game. I can't say it, but I only played the first round...... Just get the information of both teams in order, no matter who is looking at each other, we will win when the time comes...... What happened in Istanbul by night will not be repeated. ”

Closing the phone, the man began to lean back in his chair and close his eyes.

All that comes to mind is the semi-final that has just ended.

He was optimistic about Chelsea at home, but strangely enough, it was Nottingham Forest who made the most impression on his mind when he closed his eyes now.

Defending and counterattacking?

That's great, AC Milan have enough experience to play against a team that can't defend it. Playing defense in front of the Italians? Tony. Donn, if you're lucky enough to make it to the final, AC Milan will let you know what real defense is.

(To be continued)