Chapter 95: Of course we will win (Part 2)

Because this is an important game, he was chosen to broadcast live nationwide. Commentator John Motterson shook his head as he watched the score. "Coach Tony Donn's promotion of youth has brought him many benefits, making the Forest team more impactful, physically stronger, and more fighting spirit. In return, he won the first championship trophy in his coaching career. But now he has paid the price. At the most critical moment, young players lack the experience of dealing with this kind of scene, and their psychological changes are too great...not stable enough."

He said it right. These young people are too emotional. They can be happy for a long time by saying something nice. If they give them a look, they will not dare to say anything immediately.

Tang En was so angry about the team's performance in the first half. From being blindly arrogant, underestimating the enemy to being at a loss, being nervous, and not knowing what to do... If he lost the final game, he would probably have the intention to hit the wall.

In the locker room of the Forest team, the players obviously knew that they were not performing well. After they came back, they did not dare to breathe and sat down.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door. It was their opponent, the cheerful West Bromwich players, who were talking and laughing loudly and passing by the Forest's locker room and turned into the visiting team's lounge.

This voice deepened the stimulation to the Forests players. When they think of the first half, they felt ashamed. Before the game, they felt how strong they were, and it was natural that they were promoted to the Premier League directly. What was the result?

A footstep sounded from a distance and disappeared when it continued until the door was at the door.

No need to look up, they all know who the person who came this time.

Tang En walked into the door with a dark face and looked at the players who lowered their heads and silently, his anger did not weaken at all because of their current performance. After watching the team's performance in the first half, if he could not scold people, he would have a very good temper.   It's no principle!

His hoarse voice slowly rang in the locker room, his speech was not fast and his voice was not loud, but everyone could clearly feel his anger.

"Who remembers what we said before? Do I need to repeat it? The First Division is not a place we should stay! Our goal is the Super League! The opponents we need to face are teams like Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool, Chelsea and Newcastle! And those strong teams on the European continent! Instead of these bad teams who are hanging out in the First Division! We have a big goal! We are going to participate in the League Cup next season! And now... you are going to lose to a First Division!" Don N seems to have completely regarded his Forest team as a Premier League team, "You are going to lose to West Bromwich! Hum? West Bromwich?! That idiot who relies on shit luck to show off his power! You are going to lose to them!?"

After the roar, Tang En suddenly closed the door of the locker room and went out. Now he doesn't need to arrange any tactics. They arranged the tactics of this game for a whole week. The team's backwardness is not a problem of tactics at all.

With a loud "bang", the door was hit. The locker room was quiet again, and Tang En's action made everyone know how angry he was at this moment.

Tang En walked out of the locker room and walked straight to the stadium and returned to the coach's seat. The rain was still falling, but it was much smaller than the first half.

Do I still have to fall at the most critical moment? What is the difference between falling before the finish line and starting line? No matter how good you do, it will not be successful. When you touch your chest and say, "I did my best", are you really willing? Do you really feel a clear conscience? Do you really have no feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath? Why can't we let our opponents say, "I did my best" instead of asking us to say, "I did my best"?

Tang En sat alone in the coach's seat, looking at the empty stadium and the sparse fans in the stands. It's been a year and a half, and he has been here for a year and a half. Looking back, how many things he has experienced in the past year and a half. How many people he met are still vivid in his mind.

Because it was still raining, most of the fans in the stands went to shelter from the rain, and those who were still staying at their posts should be those real hardcore players. The truly fanatical Forest fans are not very much. These people have little share of the fan base, but their voices are the biggest. In the first half, the singing that kept cheering the team came from them.

These people gathered in the north stands of the city court, near the Trent River. They wore red forest team jerseys and held forest scarves in their hands, and were still singing and applauding rhythmically even during the halftime break. Maybe they were not cheering on the team now, because the players all returned to the locker room. They were just entertaining themselves...

Tang En saw the figures of the fat man John and the thin man Bill in the crowd. He narrowed his eyes and confirmed carefully. That's right. They were too familiar with the movements, and they looked like they were the people in the field. This discovery distracted Tang En's attention. He got up and walked over, intending to ask the fat man why it was already this time, and these people were still in the rain here without going to the restaurant on the court to enjoy a beer.

When Tang En walked to the north stands in the rain, the fans also noticed him. They stopped singing. Looking at the team's head coach, the man who won their respect with his actual performance.

"John Bill! Why are you still here?" Don shouted loudly, standing below. "Has the intermission time. What are you still singing here?"

"Rehearsal, Tony! We're rehearsal!" John replied in a hoarse voice. The fans' voices were the fastest-lossed because they kept singing and yelling for ninety minutes, and the throat chips were almost their standard equipment.

"Rehearsal? It's not a chorus contest! Do you want to compare with West Bromwich's people to sing better?"

"They are far inferior to us!" Bill said disdainfully. "We are rehearsing how to beat those bastards of Westbromwich in the second half! In the stands!" His words were agreed by everyone, and a rough laugh came from the North Stand.

Tang En couldn't help laughing. These fans who are clearly in love with each other are so cute.

The fat man remembered a question: "Tony, it's halftime now. What are you doing when you come out? Shouldn't you be in the locker room?"

Tang En shrugged: "I've said everything I should say, I'll go out and have a walk."

"Tony! What are your plans after you arrive in the Premier League?" This may be the plan that fans are most concerned about.

"Who do you want to buy? Do you need me to be a scout for you? I'm free, you can get a world-class scout without a penny! The reward is to let the players sign me every day..."

"Come on, Steve. Don't move the people in your game out and say it. I'm annoyed!" John took his ears and everyone next to him laughed.

"Actually, I think that Rooney from Everton is very good! He will become a superstar, Tony, let's buy him over!"

"No, I like Kaka in AC Milan! We should buy him!"

"Why isn't it Beckham? Isn't the newspapers analyzing the possibility of his return to the UK?"

These fans were paying attention to Tang En, although the people they wanted to buy were unreliable. Tang En smiled and said, "Hey, we are still behind now, and we are not sure whether we can go to the Premier League."

"No!" This time the fans stopped arguing and answered Done in unison. "We can definitely win! West Bromwich's bastards can't stop us! Tony, have you shaken? Don't you believe we can win?"

Hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, Tang En felt the expectation from this scene, and his trust in himself was very important. Michael... Did you look at me and my team like these people in the stands like this? Gavin, what about you?

These people looked at Tang En and didn't say anything.

"Are you waiting for my answer? This question is so stupid..." Tang En shook his head and said.
Chapter completed!