Mitchel's goal delighted England fans, who had previously been somewhat restless, hugging each other and cheering loudly from the stands. In faraway England, all those who were watching the game were chanting Mitchel's name and cheering him on.

In the England team's dugout and on the bench, people also jumped to the sidelines, waving their fists to let loose their emotions.

It was a joyous moment for the English, who were almost certain to qualify for the final with a 3-1 lead over Spain in stoppage time. If you have wine on hand, drink it freely, and hug it if there is someone around.

But in this noisy and joyous atmosphere, Mitchel was alone on his knees and did not participate.

The joy of qualifying for the final had nothing to do with him, and when the semi-finals were over, his European Championship was over.

At this time, he really can't laugh, even if he is a relatively optimistic person.

Rooney ran up and put his arm around his shoulders from behind, kneeling with him. "Well done, Aron!"

Mitchel did not respond to the praise of his seniors.

At this time, he even wished that the semi-finals would be a little longer, and he didn't want to leave the field so early.

"Aaron. Mitchel. Although he has missed the final, he sent his team to the final with such a wonderful goal...... It's a shame not to see him at the final at the Bernabeu...... "John. Morteson said emotionally.

"England have lost a sharp tooth, and I don't know how this loss will affect them in the final......" commentators from other countries said that they could not take Mitchel to the final after seeing Mitchel's goal, and Don was afraid that he would have a headache for a while.

※※※ Assenjo spread his hands and shook his head helplessly. In the face of conceding such a goal, he really had nothing to say. England's counter-attack was expected, but he didn't expect Mitchel to choose such a way to shoot and leave him powerless.

Piquee stood in front of him, looking down at the turf, unable to see the expression, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Cesc Fabregas held his head in his hands and pursed his lips. He could already have foreseen the team's defeat. But when the powerful Spain faced England, it had almost no ability to fight back, what went wrong?

Maybe Hierro knew. From the very beginning of the game, England's change of formation was completely beyond his expectations, and he was too slow to adjust to such changes, and he did little for the first half, watching England dominate.

Hierro, who sat in the dugout, had to painfully admit that he was still a little inexperienced as a manager...... He did make adjustments at halftime, but it was all in Donn's calculations, and he was simply led around by his nose.

It wasn't so much that Donn was a tactical victory, but that experience prevailed.

With four minutes of stoppage time, Spain knew their chances of qualifying were slim, but they were not willing to let England go. For four minutes, it was all about bombarding England's penalty area. England, on the other hand, shrank their defence and defended the penalty area.

When the referee blew the full-time whistle, the Spanish players collapsed on the turf, while England's substitutes rushed onto the pitch and hugged their team-mates to celebrate the historic moment.

"It's over! 3：1！ England triumphs over Spain! Fifty years later, we are once again in the final of the World Series! Champion, here we come! "John. Mortensen shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the louder cheers.

Donn ran onto the field, and instead of hugging the others, he ran straight in front of Mitchell. Hands were stretched out to him, and a firm hug came.

"Well done, Aron."

He stroked Mitchel's hair, comforting him as he was lost in the joyous crowd.

Mitchel finally didn't hold back his tears, and wiped them all on Donn's suit and shirt. "I want to play in the final, ...... boss"

In the face of his crying, Don couldn't say anything, so he could only hug him tighter.

George. Wood was going to comfort Mitchell as well, but he was a step slow and was held back by his enthusiastic teammates. When he saw Don saying something with his arm around Mitchel, he stopped and watched quietly from a distance.

On such a night, even if a million people are happy, it will not make the young man in front of him happy.

Wood felt someone touch his arm, and he looked back to see that it was Cesc Fabregas. He gestured to Wood's jersey: "Swap?" ”

Wood didn't say a word, took off his jersey and handed it over.

Cesc Fabregas also handed Wood his shirt.

"You guys played well. I'm sorry about Mitchel, it wasn't my decision......" Fabregas tried to reassure Wood, who wasn't in a good mood.

Wood shook his head, "If it were me, I would have done the same." ”

"Or you? Do you mean foul or induce the other party to foul? ”

"Both." Wood slung Cesc Fabregas's shirt over his shoulders.

Cesc Fabregas knew it wasn't Wood being polite, and he really would. So he laughed, and felt that he was a little stupid to say that to Wood, how could he forget what kind of person the other person was? Unscrupulous means to achieve the goal, this is their "leader" Tony. Don had been teaching them. When does the winner need a loser to sympathize?

"Good luck to you, the final must not be good. But I'll go cheer you on. Cesc Fabregas patted Wood on the shoulder, a pair of rivals who have been enemies in the Premier League for more than a decade and who have known each other for a long time outside of the game. Knock out our team and I hope it's the champions. If it's the runner-up, we can't afford to lose that person. ”

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Victor Wood.

In his post-match press conference, Donn spoke specifically about Mitchel. After praising his performance, he also admitted that losing such a good center forward in the final was a big blow to himself.

When the reporter talked about Lago obviously going for Wood, between Wood and Mitchel, if he was asked to choose which one he would choose, he replied: "I won't give up one." ”

In the England squad, the joy of qualifying for the final has been slightly diluted by Mitchel's inevitable absence from the final. Everyone in the locker room was comforting Mitchel, but none of them could comfort Wood with a hug.

Wood knew in his heart that it was Mitchell who sent him to the final. So this hug is extraordinarily powerful.

Actually, Mitchel was an optimistic person by nature, and the next day the team had breakfast at the hotel, ready to leave for Madrid. He looked like he was back to normal, his frustrated expression was gone, and he was no longer silent and sullen when others spoke to him.

This made assistant coach Des. Walker breathed a sigh of relief. If Mitchel is always sad, it will definitely affect the morale and psychology of the team, which will not be conducive to their performance in the final. Looking at it now, he was worried in vain.

Reaching the final didn't give the players a chance to relax, and on the evening of his arrival in Madrid, Donn arranged a night training session. Mitchel was more active than usual in training, and it stands to reason that his European Championship is over and there is no need to even participate in training, but he still takes training very seriously. Seeing him working so the training ground, there is no reason for the players who secretly shouted that they were tired to be lazy.

In fact, he is not targeting his teammates, he just wants to vent his excess energy and frustration on the training ground - it is impossible for him to vent on the field.

The players have also taken notice of Mitchel's moves, and they are secretly planning an operation against Mitchel.

"We've got to do something for him." In between trainings, where Mitchel was avoided, someone was whispering. It's a couple of strikers. "In such an important final, it became a spectator. I believe that he must be uncomfortable in his heart, don't look at the way he shows it, it's all an illusion. "Abang Lajo, as a club team-mate of Mitchel, feels the same way.

"But we've comforted him a few times, and it doesn't seem to work...... "James. Vaughn was at a loss for what to do. He and Mitchel were not team-mates at the club, contact was limited to the national team level, and there were some things that he couldn't say that were too intimate, and words of comfort were just formalities.

"Now is not the time to comfort him." Wayne Rooney said, "It's simple, it's happened, no matter how much we try to comfort him, he just won't be able to play in the final. I think what we should do at this point is to make him feel like we're all with him......" Rooney thought for a moment, looked up to the other two and said, "I don't know which of us will start in the final. ”

As a veteran of England, he is definitely not humble or hypocritical when he says this. Rooney is not that kind of person. As a matter of fact, since the first group game against Portugal, Donn has been constantly changing his team, and the starting line-up is almost every game, anyone can be put on the bench, and anyone can start. It's stupid to say now that you're going to start.

'I don't know who among us will score. If you can, hug him after scoring a goal or write something on your t-shirt. ”

"That's a good idea!" Abonraho's eyes lit up, "I'm going to tell the others......" He patted his ass and was about to leave, but was stopped by Rooney.

"Don't let him know, surprise him!"

Abang Laho made an "ok" gesture.

In fact, the appearance of Abang Laho and the others getting together and whispering is really conspicuous, but at this time, Mitchel's mind is full of venting, and he doesn't care about the abnormal behavior of others at all.

He rarely shoots hard when he shoots, but in training he shoots the ball with a lot of power, like the goalkeeper Joe Bush standing in front of the goal. Hart was his father-killer.

Just because Mitchel didn't notice it doesn't mean that anyone else hasn't noticed it either.

"What are they doing?" I saw a group of players coming together and looking back and around from time to time, looking mysterious. Assistant Coach Des. Walker frowned.

"Hell knows." Don didn't care, he shrugged. Everyone has their own little **, and the players are no exception, they like to get together and talk about topics that only they are interested in. There is no need for the coaches to interfere. "As long as they don't do it in training."

Don is now full of their final opponents and doesn't care about the performances of his players.

The opponents of the finals are out.

It was the Italian team that gave Donn the most headache.

The Italian coach is almost a master tactician by nature, and the final must be a tactical duel. Coupled with Italy's defensive traditions, they certainly won't give England room to show their pace, and England's vaunted quick-play attack won't take anything off against them. Don can expect this final to be very, very tough.

With such a thing bothering him, how could he possibly think about such a trivial matter that the players had come together to discuss?

Don is worried about their opponents in the final, and the same person who is also having a headache for their opponents in the finals is the veteran coach of Italy, Lippi.

At the age of 68, Lippi has decided to retire after leading the team to this European Championship, and will never go out to coach the Italian team again. Why do you say that, because this is the second time that Lippi has come back to save Italy. After leading the team to the 2006 World Cup in Germany, he said goodbye to the national team, but his successor Donadale's Italian team could not bear to gamble at the 2008 European Championships, and eventually the Italian Football Federation brought back Lippi, who was idle at home. This time, Lippi worked until the 2012 European Championships, when he resigned due to poor results. It's just that his successor's results are even worse than his, and Italy is dignified, and was eliminated in the World Cup in Brazil without even qualifying for the group stage. This time, the call for Lippi to return to the mountain is very high, and many enthusiastic fans even went to Lippi's house to sit-in and petition, which moved Lippi greatly, so he decided to coach the Italian team again, but he only promised to coach this European Cup, and after the European Cup, no matter what the results, he will retire completely, and I hope that the enthusiastic fans will not disturb his private life again.

But I'm afraid even Lippi himself didn't expect that his last coaching would lead the team to the final in one go. Now the media in Italy are saying that Lippi intends to end his coaching career with a European Cup title. Because Lippi led the team to five league titles, one FA Cup, one Toyota Cup, one European Cup when he was in charge of Juventus, and by 2006 he reached the pinnacle of his coaching career - leading the pre-match underdog Italian team to win the World Cup in Germany. If there is anything to regret about such a successful manager, it is that he has never achieved the king of Europe in the national team.

It was originally an unintentional move, but unexpectedly, it achieved his biggest dream. Now he hopes to make it this step and make his coaching career without regrets. He left his favorite post with an honor and left a legend for world football.

But before he can become a legend, he needs to overcome a difficult opponent - no less than him in terms of winning trophies, appearing in the sky like a comet, the most dominant manager in Europe in the last decade, Tony Thony. Dawn.

This is a godfather-level matchup. The collision between the old godfather and the new godfather is also the alternation of the old and new eras in European football.

Only such a final can be worthy of those teams that have been eliminated - the team that defeated us is the best, not a cat or a dog, and it is not a shame to lose to such an opponent

(To be continued)