640 The Final Showdown at The Top of The Theatre of Dreams (1/2)

”We're going to take the Double.”

A large photograph of Tony Twain was below the caption, his head slightly tilted up, mouth open, and one hand aloft, arrogance undisguised on his face.

The photograph was not taken of Twain at the press conference the day before. The reporters selected it from photographs previously taken of Twain to complement the caption. The effect was just right.

Many football fans stood in line for admission outside the noisy Old Trafford, and almost all of the Forest fans had a copy of the newspaper. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

They loved to see Tony Twain's arrogance. Especially in the face of the well-known team, Manchester United, he was so arrogant. It made them feel steady before the game.

It was unknown if the Nottingham Forest players had the same idea.

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The Nottingham Forest players were warming up on the field as the steady stream of fans entering the stadium made Old Trafford more raucous.

Tony Twain did not wait in the locker room this time. He stood on the sidelines and watched the Manchester United team warm up with interest. The other coaches led the Forest players in their warm-up.

Twain rarely came out when the team warmed up. He generally prepared himself in the locker room and would choose to rest there even if there was nothing to do. But he wanted to see Old Trafford before the game and observe Manchester United and Ferguson in passing.

Ferguson was in front of the home team's technical area. Like Twain, he had his hands in his pockets as he watched the players warm up on the field.

Intuition told him that someone was watching him. He turned his head to find Tony Twain looking at him.

The two men's line of sight collided, and neither wanted to be the first to avert their eyes. They eventually looked away at the same time because it felt weird to look face to face continuously...

Kerslake came off from the field and walked up to get a drink of water beside Twain.

”There are so many people.” He found that Twain was looking at the grandstand.

”With a capacity of sixty thousand people, it's really much larger than the City Ground stadium...” Twain offhandedly added. It was not the first time they had come to Old Trafford to play, so there was no need to be so surprised.

Kerslake turned to return to the field.

Twain turned to walk back to the locker room. Judging from his observation, Cristiano Ronaldo's form was as good as ever. It was going to be a big problem in the game.

Portugal's Ronaldo had already scored thirty goals in the league tournament this season. With only the final round left in the league tournament, he was mostly set to win the Premier League's top goalscorer of the season.

This season, Ferguson transformed Cristiano Ronaldo's success to become the core of the team's offense. Even Wayne Rooney had to make sacrifices for it. But Rooney had learned how to assist his teammates and was not as solitary as he used to be.

Manchester United had been incredibly strong and could have created better results than they did. Pity...

Twain had just returned to the locker room when he heard footsteps sound from outside. The players had finished their warm-up.

He straightened his back.

The door was pushed open. George Wood was the first to walk in, and the others streamed in behind him.

The last one to come in was Dunn, who closed the door.

As soon as the players came in, they began to change their jerseys. Everyone was focused on taking care of their own matters, and Twain was not in a hurry to speak.

When he saw that everyone was close to done taking care of their things, he got up and pressed his hands downwards. ”Quiet, guys. I have something to say to you.”

The locker room gradually quieted down. Everyone looked at their boss standing by the door.

”In ninety minutes, this season's league tournament will be over. We have worked hard for a season. These ninety minutes will show us what we will gain. Our team, regrettably, has yet to win the league title. Now is our opportunity.” Twain pointed to the door.

”Yesterday I said the Forest team's goal this season was the Double, which shocked a lot of people. They thought I was bragging again, because our opponents in league's final round and Champions League's finals are strong teams. But I think this is nothing. If the opponents are not strong enough, maybe I'm not up to it.”

The players burst into laughter.

”When the opponents are strong enough, there's more meaning to winning the titles... I mean, does the Double target scare you?” He looked at his players.

”What's so scary about it?” Eastwood stood up. ”We'll all be laughed at when it gets out that we are intimidated by the number of championship titles.”

”Yes, yes, the Double is exactly what we have been fighting for. How can we be frightened?” The others echoed along.

Hearing the answers, Twain laughed. ”We are truly a team! When I said I wanted to take the Double, people out there said 'Tony Twain is crazy. If not crazy, then he's stupid.' They don't believe it... No, it's not that they don't believe, they're scared...” Twain pulled his lips back.

”What are they afraid of? Afraid that if we really take the two championships, it makes them look bad. It must be the end of the world for them to have such an arrogant man like me to take the Double.”