champion godfather

Chapter 32
In the locker room during the intermission, Twain strongly praised Halewood's performance in the first half, and also praised the performance of the entire midfield. They played their pre-match requirements and also played the results of their usual training.He has nothing to say, just ask the team to play like the first half.

In another lounge, it was another scene.

Stuart Murdoch took out all the pent-up anger of the first half on his players.In the locker room, he scolded everyone mercilessly. Even Davis, the best goalkeeper in the first half, could not escape bad luck.

"...Damien`Francis, David`Connolly, Neil`Shipperley, what are you three doing? If you can't find where the opponent's goal is, I can show you! Nigel`Reo-Coker, you are the captain, you should stand up at this time, whether it is scoring a goal or assisting a teammate, in short, it is not running around like this now! Dean`Lewington! This is your first first-team game and if you don't want to go back to the reserves after this game, cheer me up!"

After reprimanding the players, Coach Murdoch breathed a sigh of relief.

"This season we've moved and lost a lot of fans. But no matter what, we still carry the name of 'Wimbledon'! We're still 'The Crazy Gang'! When did the Crazy Gang ever get scared of those bastards? You fucking His performance on the field is simply an insult to that great name! Vinnie`Jones, Dennis`Wise, Lawrie`Sanchez, Dave Vicente `Beasant), Alan Kirk, Brian Gale...if they are still here!" Murdoch announced the names of those people one by one, using accents for each one, and finished his angry instructions. He stepped on his feet and said, "They will definitely rush out screaming and tear the bastards in Nottingham Forest to pieces! This is the football of the Crazy Gang! Over the years, we have gradually lost this spirit. In today's game, I I want you to find it back!!"

When the second half resumed, Twain was sitting on the coach's bench chatting and laughing with Walker, and Michael in the stands behind stopped criticizing Twain's football and began to concentrate on the game.Everything looks fine.

But after 5 minutes, Tang En could no longer laugh.In these 5 minutes, Wimbledon fouled a total of seven times and received two yellow cards. For a while, everyone on the court was on their backs. It was so lively!Seeing this scene, the second half of the game between Forest and West Ham flashed through his mind...

His fast forward tactics were useless against Wimbledon's savage defense, and the turnover rate was higher.The players seemed terrified of getting into a physical confrontation with the Wimbledon players because the gang wasn't playing football at all, it was rugby...

The coach Murdoch who seemed incompetent in the first half was also very active at this time. He stood on the sidelines and shouted loudly: "Shovel their feet!! Idiots!"

Tang En heard these words clearly. "This bastard..." He said this in the dressing room during the intermission with West Ham, but he was not arrogant enough to shout publicly on the sidelines of the game.

"It's normal, Tony. When I was playing football, the coaches often yelled that." Walker explained to Dunn that he heard this kind of words a lot, so he didn't react as much as Tang En.

"No, Des. You misunderstood me. I know this is normal, and I will do the same, but I just can't let others use it on my team." This is Tang En's "double standard".Des shrugged, disapproving, he just thought it was Tang En's stubbornness.

10 minutes passed, and the situation remained unchanged. Wimbledon completely took the initiative with rough play.Mortensen said that if the game keeps playing like this, the Forest team captain will be the best player in the game, because he is so conspicuous...he is busy in almost every shot.

This kind of game is very training for defenders, but Dunn wished that his defenders would not be trained in a single game.He couldn't sit still anymore, how could he break the opponent's barbaric style of play?

He thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he could only hope that the referee would be stricter in the penalty and send off a few opponents as soon as possible.But...But Wimbledon's rudeness abounds in England's low-level leagues. The referee is probably used to it. At most, he will call a stop and give some verbal warnings.A warning card will only be issued unless there is a particularly serious foul.

Moreover, Tang En could see that the opposing head coach arranged for the players to take turns to commit fouls, instead of letting one or two people complete this arduous task.This can distract the referee's attention and the chances of his own players getting cards.This enemy of capitalism... so cunning!

It can't be said that Tang En couldn't think of a solution because he was not up to standard.Wimbledon at its peak could make Liverpool, which dominates British football, lose face, run back to the dressing room crying, and hand over the FA Cup; It is really difficult to find a way to restrain the barbaric style of play, so they were promoted to the third-tier league in four years and won the FA Cup in five years.

Of course, today's Wimbledon is no longer the "crazy gang" that everyone fears, but Tang En's Nottingham Forest is no longer the red whirlwind sweeping Europe.The two teams are half a catty against each other, and there is really nothing wrong with such a style of play.

Ten or four minutes passed, and Wimbledon pressed higher and higher.It seems that they don't want to defend anymore. There are a lot of empty spaces in the backcourt. As long as a big foot comes over, it will be a one-shot.But the Forest team's ball couldn't pass the center line under their crazy frontcourt pressing!
Wimbledon took three shots in a row and finally won a corner kick. Almost everyone except goalkeeper Kevin Davies rushed in front of Forest to grab the spot.

Johansen stayed in the center circle and waited for a counterattack according to the predetermined tactics. He looked around the empty area with a confused face: What happened to Wimbledon?The game is less than 10 minutes, they are so desperate?But this is also an opportunity. If they use this opportunity to score a goal, it will be useless for them to be crazy.

He clenched his fists tightly. Hellwood had already scored two goals, so he couldn't fail to score one goal.

So he stood on the center line, ready to sprint at any time, and then turned his head to look in front of his team's crowded goal.

Wimbledon midfielder Damien Francis took a corner kick, and Leggettwood headed it from the point ahead!There was chaos in the Forest team's restricted area.In this chaotic situation, Dean Levington, who was ambushing at the back point, suddenly burst out and headed to the top!

"Goal! Wimbledon come back! Dean Levington! This is his first official game of the season and he brings hope to Wimbledon!"

Hundreds of unrepentant Wimbledon fans celebrated in their stands.Levinton, pinned down by his frenzied teammates, celebrated the goal that gave them renewed confidence and hope.

Seeing the opponent celebrating a goal, Johansen waved helplessly.This is good, he has already stood on the kick-off point, there is no need to walk away, just wait here for the kick-off.

From the time Wimbledon was about to take the corner kick, Tang En poked his body out from the coach's bench and stared at the field with concern.Seeing Levington score, he shrugged in disappointment, feeling a little regretful.However, there was too much movement next door. Coach Murdoch rushed to the sidelines with his arms raised high, and then rushed back from the sidelines, hugging anyone he saw, and the bench was full of joy.

Tang En turned his head to look at them several times, and then muttered unhappily: "It's just a ball, so happy, so useless!"

Of course, this ball also sounded the alarm for him. Wimbledon's offensive was raging, and the frontcourt pressing made his team miserable.In the past ten minutes, Ian Jess showed no performance, and it was time to replace him.

Twain decided to replace with a defensive midfielder, regain control of the midfield, and let the arrogance of Wimbledon be suppressed first.He told Walker to call over Eugen`Bopp, who was warming up.

19-year-old Eugen Pope is not British, but German, and a German born in Ukraine.A product of the Bayern Munich Youth Academy, it was once selected for the German under-16 national team.He was specially poached from Germany by Paul Hart. When he first arrived in Nottingham last season, he played [-] times for the first team and scored one goal.

Tang En believed in Paul Hart's vision of people, this kid was indeed very good. With a height of 1.8 meters and a weight of 81 kilograms, coupled with receiving traditional German football training since childhood, he has an indomitable will and a tough and powerful style of play.And these characteristics happened to be what Twain needed most in this game.

Since Twain took office, Pope has only played one complete game of 10 minutes. He thought he would gradually lose his position under the new coach.So when Walker called his name, he ran back quickly.Tang En was very satisfied with the German kid's attitude, nodded, and began to explain the tactics: "Eugen, have you seen what's going on with us on the field?"

"It's not good, coach..." the young man said in not-so-standard English, "They robbed... very fiercely, very quickly."

Tang En smiled: "That's right, they are aggressive and their pace is faster than ours. So I let you play, you and Smeka partner in the middle of the midfield, and the main task is to defend. Their No. 26 (inside Ocock) and No. 8 (Francis) are the core, no matter the defense or the offense, it is initiated by those two people, I want you to go up and cut off the connection between them, and at the same time crazy... more crazy than Wimbledon Make tackles in midfield, don't be afraid of making mistakes, the more chaotic the midfield the better. Can it be done?"

When Twain said a word, Pope nodded once. Finally, he nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, coach. I can do it." He hoped to impress the head coach with his performance, and to pave the way for his future in the team. Win a piece of light.

Pat the young man on the shoulder and tell him to go back and undress to get ready to play.Tang En, on the other hand, picked up a bottle of water from the sidelines, intending to take a sip for himself to pour out the fire in his heart.As soon as he unscrewed the bottle cap, he glanced at the coach seat next door, and that annoying head coach jumped up again.

Ok?
He turned sharply back and saw the Wimbledonians celebrating on the court.

What's the matter, is this?Still celebrating that goal?He looked up at the big screen again, and the score was clearly displayed on it—2:2!

Fuck me!This is less than 5 minutes!Tang En was instantly enraged, and threw the water bottle in his hand forcefully. The splashed water just sprayed on the fourth referee.Tang En quickly pretended not to see, walked back to the coach's bench quickly, and then asked Walker what happened just now.

"Francis' long shot..." Walker replied feebly.

"What a fucking bastard!" Tang En cursed, and then he didn't know what to say.At this time, Pope, who had just taken off his vest, was a little at a loss on the bench. He mustered up the courage to ask the head coach who seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Coach... I, am I still on?"

"Of course! Why not? Go up and shovel those bastards for me!" He pushed Pope out.

Seeing Murdoch jumping up and down on the sidelines, Tang En's mood became even worse.A two-goal lead turns into a tie, and no one will feel better.

Pope stood on the sidelines full of anticipation and enthusiasm, doing the final warm-up, when he suddenly heard the coach calling him again.

"Eugen, shovel their feet! Don't be afraid of fouls. If you are sent off, I will go to the Football Association to make a fuss!" Tang En put his hands around his mouth and shouted like a trumpet, "Anyway, I know the way..."

He resolutely cannot tolerate today's victory turning into a draw. Maybe Walker thinks it's nothing—let's wait another round or two.But Tang En didn't want to wait even a minute.In the forest bar that day, he said to Burns, "I hate failure", it was definitely not pretending. He really, really, really hated failure. As a Chinese fan, have you faced fewer failures?
Whether it is football or my life in China, it is a mess, a complete failure!Now God has given me a chance to do it all over again, I will never taste the taste of failure again, I want to win!Keep fucking winning!
(End of this chapter)