While everyone was still talking about last night's action, the Nottingham Forest players were already working on their morning acclimatisation at Stamford Bridge.

Don didn't let the team do anything behind closed doors in this training session, and reporters from all walks of life gathered at Stamford Bridge to see what the Forest team was doing behind closed doors these days.

They were disappointed by the results. Of course, Don would not engage in any tactical drills in such a public setting, except for simple shooting drills, which is to let the players run in circles.

Of course, they won't lose all hope and there will be a pre-match press conference with both managers in attendance after training. At the meeting, Done and Mourinho will both be available to answer questions from reporters, and when the time comes, they will be able to raise any questions for the two unruly and unapproachable managers to answer.

Unlike the previous Chelsea league games, the Forest players had a bit of a solemn look on their faces. They all know what kind of game it is, what an important game it is for their coach, for the team they play for, for themselves.

George. Wood is always the one who trains the most seriously, even if it is a lap, he also runs at the front, which attracts everyone's attention. At first, some people thought that he was deliberately in the limelight, but later found that he was like this no matter what the situation, and he got used to it.

Seeing that he was running so vigorously, no one offered to let him rest and rest. It was the evening and everyone was confident in Wood's fitness.

Journalists taking pictures on the sidelines quickly grew tired of the boring lap training, and they didn't come here to watch a group of people run.

A few bold reporters came up and planned to interview Don on the spot. Actually, this is allowed, but since Donn always comes across as unapproachable, the reporters are not sure if Donn will be interviewed by them this time.

When Don noticed that there were more people next to him, he moved his gaze from the field to his side.

They were all journalists, and among them were two old acquaintances, Pierce. Bruce and Tang Jing.

After giving them an unfriendly look, Don twisted his face back.

"Isn't it fifteen minutes of public time?" He muttered.

"There's five minutes left." Don next to him knew what he meant and replied with a laugh.

"Hmm......" Donn touched his chin, "let those boys run for another five minutes." ”

When the strength and conditioning coach ran in front of the coaching staff with the team, he was about to hand the team to Don, but he was a little surprised to see Don make a gesture to continue, but he did it anyway.

There was a lament from the ranks, and they fell victim to the confrontation between the leaders and the media. Only George. Wood's face was as usual, and he led the way with his head held high.

"What did this kid grow up eating...... Ribery said with a sad face as he looked at Wood's back. Monster! ”

Within five minutes, a reporter finally asked Don about the semifinals in the evening. For example, how are Forest going to deal with Chelsea, will Forest still insist on defending and counterattacking, and who is in Forest's starting lineup...... This kind of thing.

In this regard, Don was all perfunctory.

"The game at night? Won't you know when you get to the evening, is it necessary to ask now? ”

This answer really left the reporters helpless.

"Mr. Donne, when it's time to play, you'll know that's right. But our readers also need some news to keep them looking forward to the evening's game...... "The BBC reporter came out to take the lead.

When he said this, the other reporters nodded in agreement.

Tang Enhe is reluctant to tear up his face with these media, after all, there will be a lot of use for them in the future. He glanced at the training ground, where the players were still running laps, unplanned physical training......

"Ah, that's right. Actually, there's not much to talk about. We are old rivals with Chelsea. I know Mr. Mourinho as well as my wife...... Of course, if I had a wife. His words amused the reporters present. In the same way, I believe that Mr. Mourinho will be as familiar with me as he is with his wife. It's a game that says it's a game with no secrets. The two sides are competing for real strength, not some other mess...... I say that, do you understand? ”

The reporters nodded.

"So, you see, our training is no different than usual. Speaking of which, I'd rather swap with Mr. Ferguson...... Last season we played Arsenal in the semi-finals, this season we play Chelsea, always going around and around the country, and we really don't feel like playing in the European Cup. I would like to take this opportunity to travel abroad. ”

There was another burst of laughter. The atmosphere looks good.

Just when the reporters thought that there was a drama today and they could have more information, Don raised his arm and pointed to the watch on his wrist: "I'm really sorry, the public interview time is over, friends." ”

At this time, everyone woke up like a dream. Don is talking nonsense here for a long time, just to run out of time......

When the annoying reporters were reluctantly asked off the pitch by the security guards, Don told the team to stop running in laps and let them sit together to rest, while he stood in the middle and spoke to everyone.

"Five minutes won't drain you, will it?" Donn pointed at Ribery, who was panting, "You'll be on the bench again, Frank." ”

Ribery's breath immediately smoothed, and someone next to him burst into laughter.

The starting line-up has been announced, and Ribery, who is in good form, is on the list.

"I don't need to say more, you all know what the night game is...... If anyone still thinks it's just a normal league, you can raise your hand now, and we still have time to sober you up. Answer me out loud, what the fuck is the game at night? ”

"Champions Cup!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

"Excellent! It's a knockout. We've worked hard for a season, and once we lose, there's nothing fucking left! No one will come to sympathize with us. I believe that you have fully realized the cruelty of this world, where flowers, applause, and glory belong only to the winners, and the losers have nothing! I'm not here to be a foil for others, and you're not playing to be a stepping stone to victory! Football at Nottingham Forest is football for winning, football for not winning is good! Nothing! "Donn stomped the turf under his feet as hard as if he could stomp Stamford Bridge down." We've never lost to Chelsea and it's Chelsea who are feeling scared, not us. Let them see our football in the evening! ”

After the morale-boosting speech, Don asked Don to stand up and explain the specific tactics to the players. This kind of work is more professional than Tang, who is more suitable than himself.

Don stepped forward, took the tactics board, and explained the tactics of the game and their own tasks to each of the players around him, including the substitutes. This kind of meticulous work is suitable for people like Tang to do.

Actually, explaining tactics is a thankless task, and it was Chris Rac who came to do it before Don. After Don came, he couldn't wait to dump the job to the newcomer Don.

Because the players have their own ideas, they all want to have that kind of performance on the pitch, but the tactics can't take into account everyone's preferences, and there will inevitably be people who are dissatisfied with the tactical arrangement. And this frustration is basically vented to the coach who came to lay out the tactics for them. If Don needs Anelka to defend, and when Don goes to Anelka, the French striker will definitely give Don a face.

Change to a short-tempered coach, and it is estimated that the chances of the two sides arguing will be very high. Don's surname is slightly softer, and he is the most suitable person to do this kind of thing. He only does it as a job, and no matter what the players do to him, those faces don't get into his eyes and heart.

Of course, the manager can do this himself. But Donn's idea is that since I got an assistant coach, it's not for the sake of getting a salary, and I can let them do all the work. Do those who can work hard......

After spending half an hour and telling all the players all the specific tactics and details, the team continued training, this time without the presence of the media, and Tang conducted a tactical drill. Rehearse all the tactics you just laid out and see how well you have mastered them.

After training, the players went to the dressing room to bathe and change their clothes under the guidance of the assistant coach, and Donn went directly to the press conference. There, there are reporters and opponents waiting for him.

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The two rivals met at the door of the press conference, and it looked like it was supposed to be a chance encounter.

"Wouldn't you be scared of closed training, Mr. Donn?" Jose Mourinho was the first to attack. "Do we have any secrets between us?"

Hearing this, Donn laughed out loud through his nose: "A team that has never lost to Chelsea is afraid of Chelsea. Thanks for the joke, Mr. Mourinho, albeit a little cold. ”

Not beating Don is Mourinho's backlash, and Don wants to use it to provoke his opponents. But apparently Mourinho is also a master of psychological warfare, he was unmoved, just shrugged: "Whether it's a joke or not, you'll know when you play." ”

"You're right, since you knew it when you played, what are we talking nonsense about here now? Let's go out for a drink. Don pointed out and turned to leave.

"I don't think the reporters inside will say yes." Jose Mourinho pointed to the door of the press conference.

"Well, you have a point." Don turned three hundred and sixty degrees, and then turned back. He gestured, "Please, Mr. Mourinho." ”

Mourinho was not polite, pushed the door open and walked in. Don followed.

Because of the arrival of the two protagonists, the press conference scene quickly fell silent. After the two of them were seated, everyone couldn't wait to raise their hands.

Don and Mourinho looked at each other at the same time, and they were a little troubled by such an enthusiastic media......

At this sensitive press conference before the game, Don always insisted on one principle: Tai Chi. If you can push it away, you can push it away, if you can bypass it, you can get around it, and if you can pull around, you will definitely not go straight to the topic. Anyway, the time is just like that, and it's okay when it's gone.

He sat down and leisurely watched the host "point the soldiers".

Overall, the questions are fairly assigned to the two managers, and neither of them feels left out or bored by answering too many questions.

Most of the questions that Donne and Mourinho need to answer are 'will a star player be in the evening's starting line-up', 'how has a player been in recent form', 'does hearing someone have been injured will it affect their ability to play at night'...... This kind of problem is normal.

Don wasn't surprised by this, because he knew the real core wasn't there yet. As is customary, the media always ask questions about the news needed for the regular pages first, to make sure that tomorrow the newspaper will not leave a large page to look too ugly. It was only at the end that some very snarky questions were asked, and the managers could not get off the stage.

He was somewhat absent-mindedly coping with the "routine questions" thrown at him, while mentally calculating how long it would be before he "got off work". It wasn't until Tang Jing finally stood up after raising her hand for a long time.

"Hello, I'm Tang Jing, a reporter from China's Sports Weekly. Three questions. Tang Jing stood up and said in English, "First, Nottingham Forest have not lost to Chelsea since Coach Donn, this is the third meeting between the two sides this season, can Coach Donn be confident that this unbeaten record will continue?" Secondly, if I am not mistaken, before this season, Coach Donn said that the goal of this season Forest was to win the Champions League, and I would like to ask Coach Donn where your confidence came from. Thirdly, there have been rumours that you are at odds with Mr Mourinho, are you going to admit it? ”

Immediately, everyone's eyes were on this Chinese female reporter.

I really didn't expect Tang Jing to ask such three questions, Tang En looked at her in surprise, and Mourinho on the side set his eyes on Tang En.

"Please answer, Mr. Donne." Seeing that Tang En didn't speak, Tang Jing reminded him with a smile.

"Tsk. First, I don't think it's a good thing to lose to Chelsea, but it's good to be able to stay unbeaten against this team. I think you're asking nonsense. No manager would answer that question and say, 'I think we could lose'. Second, let me tell you that my faith is a dream, believe it or not, Miss Chinese Journalist? I woke up one day and felt someone whispering in my ear – you can win the European Cup this season. Do you believe it or not? ”

Some reporters couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Jing turned her head and glared fiercely in the direction where the laughter came from.

"You ask me where the confidence comes from, and I tell you it comes from my team. Are you satisfied with this answer? We were supposed to be European champions last season and my players have that quality, I'm their manager, I know that. It knows better than any of you here. ”

"As for the third question......" Don turned his head to look at Mourinho and saw that Mourinho was also looking at him, so he immediately turned his face back again.

"What my personal relationship with Mr. Mourinhoca has nothing to do with this game, I refuse to answer." He looked at Tang Jing and said word by word.

"How does it not matter? If this match were to be played against another opponent, how much would you be sure to win? What are the odds? Tang Jing was unwilling, and she continued to ask.

"You've run out of three question slots, Miss Tang." Tang En said with a cold face, he didn't plan to continue to entangle with Tang Jing.

It was Mourinho who came out and played a round for the two of them: "I think this lady ...... Got the crux of the matter wrong. It's not about who we're up against, it's about what kind of game it's about. For Chelsea, no matter who the opponent is, as long as it's a crucial game, they will never allow defeat. ”

Don sat next to him and didn't speak, but he acquiesced to Mourinho's statement in his heart. It was a rare occasion for him to find common ground with Mourinho.

Tang Jing glanced at Don En, who was silent next to her, and accepted Mourinho's answer, she sat down and didn't raise her hand to ask questions.

The third question she was going to use again to ask Mourinho is no longer needed.

The host was keenly aware that the atmosphere of the press conference had gone to an abnormal state, so he wisely stopped the press conference.

After coming down, Don walked up to Mourinho: "I can't imagine that we still have something in common, and I agree with what you said to that woman." How's it going, for the sake of us having something in common, why don't we go and have a glass of wine together? ”

Of course, he didn't really invite Mourinho to drink, he just made a show that he was very personable. At the same time, let's do some psychological warfare before the key game.

Mourinho also knows Donn's mind and if he answers "yes", it will definitely embarrass Donn. But he wouldn't do such a thing, not because he didn't want to embarrass Don, but because he didn't want to drink with Don at all. It's like no one likes to date someone they hate.

"I'd love to have you pay for the drink, but I think we can sit down and drink together someday...... Mr. Donn, guess when? Mourinho said.

"When?" Donn asked.

"After you and I are retired." Throwing this sentence away, Mourinho walked away.

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"After days of waiting...... The race is finally about to begin! Chris Rac muttered excitedly in the bus.

To his side, through a car window, was the Stamford Bridge pitch, which had fallen into a frenzy.

The blue of the Chelsea fans, the red of the Nottingham Forest fans, came from far and wide and then converged in this stadium. Stirring, then scattering, then accumulating strength, rushing at each other again, swinging with passion......

That's the beauty of the world's number one sport. No matter what the identities of these fans are in ordinary life—the director of a company in a suit and leather shoes, a vulgar citizen in the market, a polite professor in a university of higher learning, or a quiet teenager...... After stepping into this stadium, they all become the same creatures dominated by the most primitive emotions - fans.

For them, there is no reason to speak of, and only by defeating their opponents can they calm down.

Alcohol is the best catalyst for this emotion, and countless people raise their glasses, shouting slogans of their support for the team, desperate to make their opponents retreat.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! We are the champions! We are destined to be European champions! ”

"Let's talk about it after we're done, shit!"

'The double goes to Chelsea in blue! To hell with Red! ”

"We are the strongest team! Nottingham – Forest Forest! ”

"It used to be, hillbilly from Nottingham!"

"You weren't even once, poor London nouveau riche!"

"We're just fucking rich! Richer than you poor devils! ”

……

Such verbal provocations and confrontations took place in every corner of the stadium, and the police officers were desperately trying to maintain order on the scene.

"I love the noise." Don, who got out of the car, looked at the messy square around him and nodded in admiration. "Clearly audible swear words, sweat and saliva and the smell of alcohol...... Awesome! He raised his fist at the Nottingham Forest fans who were waiting here, a gesture that drew a cheer from the Forest supporters. They like to see Don make a show off on his opponent's chassis, not to mention how energetic it is!

Of course, if you get the praise of your own people, you will naturally be jealous of your opponents. On the other side, there was a lot of scolding and boos from the camp of Chelsea fans.

Nottingham Forest is a special one of the 20 teams in the Premier League. When other teams go to battle on the chassis of their rivals, the players are always the first to be booed and abused by the opposing fans. Only in this team, the players are fine, and the most scolded must be their head coach Tony. Dawn.

There are even fans of some teams who have made up multiple curse songs against Donne......

Hearing the shouts and boos from the Chelsea fans, the Nottingham Forest fans sprang into action, shouting at Donn, which looked like they were saying to Donn, but loud enough for the whole audience to hear.

"Hey, Tony! Go and bring us another fucking victory! ”

"You're not afraid of that Mourinho guy, are you?!"

"Tony, if you can take Chelsea, I'll give you a drink when you go back! You can drink as much as you want! ”

Donn walked between the fans of both sides with the players, and the Nottingham Forest fans constantly tried to break through the police barrier, came up and patted Donn on the shoulder, pinning their hopes on the man.

On the other side, there is a middle finger as dense as a forest and a mouth ready to make a "**" sound......

It's really two heavens of ice and fire.

Donn walked between the flames and the sea with a smile on his face, all the way to the visiting dressing room.

Don't look at him on the outside, he seems to be calm on the outside, but in fact his heart has exploded, like a volcanic eruption, just waiting for the right moment to burst out of fiery red hot magma and boil the icy sea water into water vapor.

"The boss is so handsome......" Gareth. Bell looked at Donn's back at the back of the group and couldn't help but sigh.

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Change, warm up, return.

With all the pre-match preparations done, Donn is now standing in front of the heavily armed eleven players, behind him are the substitutes, the coaches, and the team doctors.

"The specific tactics have been laid out in detail by Coach Tang, and how we want to play was decided in the training session a week ago. I'm in good shape, I'm in good shape, and I don't have a lot of injuries...... We've been preparing for so long, and all the preparations have been done. Don slapped his face, "What's missing?" Ninety minutes of play, and ...... A victory. ”

He then motioned to everyone – the starting eleven in front of him and the bench players and coaches behind him – to form a circle around him, with his hands on his shoulders and his head bent. Standing in the middle, he looked at the men and said to them: 'Remember, it doesn't matter how Chelsea are ahead of us in the league, it doesn't matter if they have any hope of winning the league title now, it doesn't matter how strong they are. They are definitely not our final opponents. It's a semi-final, guys. Our goal is not to be in a small Stamford Bridge, Athens is where we should be. Don't stop me until you set foot at the Olympic Stadium in Athens! Don't stop until you win the European Cup! Don't stop me until I say 'OK'! Any opponent who dares to stand in front of us, whether it's Barcelona, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Real Madrid, or Chelsea...... Kill them all! He waved his hand violently, as if slashing the blade off his hand.

"Kill them!"

A beastly roar erupted in the visitors' dressing room.

(To be continued)