In the locker room at the halftime, Don Eun praised Haierwood's performance in the first half and the performance of the entire midfielder. They played their pre-match requirements and achieved the results of their usual training. He had nothing to say, but just asked the team to play like in the first half.

In another lounge, there is another scene.

Stuart Murdoch vented all the anger he had held in his heart in the first half to his players. In the locker room, he scolded everyone without mercy, and even Davis, the best-performing goalkeeper in the first half, could not escape the bad luck.

"...Damien`Francis, David`Connolly, Neil`Shipperley What are you doing? If you can't find where the opponent's goal is, I can point it out to you! Nigel`Reo-Coker, you are the captain, you should stand up at this time, whether it's your own shooting or assisting your teammates, in short, it's not like this now! Dean`Lewington! This is your first time playing for the first team. If you don't want to return to the reserve team after this game, cheer me up!"

After scolding the player, head coach Murdoch breathed a sigh of relief.

"We moved this season and lost a lot of fans. But no matter what, we still have the name of "Wimbledon"! We are still "crazy gangs"! When did the crazy gangs be afraid of those bastards? The fucking performance on the court is simply an insult to that great name! Vinnie`Jones, Dennis`Wise, Lawrie`Sanchez, David

-Biesant (Dave`Beasant), Alan Coke, Brian Gale... If they were still here!" Murdoch reported the names of those people one by one, and he had to use accent for each replies. After reading it, he pointed at his feet angrily and said, "They will definitely rush out and rush out to tear the bastards in the Nottingham Forest to pieces! This is the football of the crazy gang! Over the years, we have gradually lost this spirit. Today's game, I want you to get it back!!"

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When the second half started again, Don Eun sat in the coach's seat and chatted and laughed with Walker. Michael in the stands behind him no longer criticized Don Eun's football and began to concentrate on the game. Everything seemed to be beautiful.

But after five minutes, Don En couldn't laugh. Within these five minutes, Wimbledon made a total of seven fouls and received two yellow cards. For a moment, the field was overturned, and it was very lively! Seeing this scene, his mind flashed in his mind the second half of the game between Forest and West Ham...

His fast-propelling tactics are useless in the face of Wimbledon's barbaric defense, and the turnover rate is higher. The players seem to be afraid of physically fighting with Wimbledon players, because these people are not playing football at all, but 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: "Take their feet for me!! Idiot!"

Tang En could hear this clearly. "This bastard..." He said this in the locker room during the intermission with West Ham, but he was not so arrogant that he yelled publicly on the sidelines.

"This is normal, Tony. When I was playing football, the coaches often shouted this." Walker explained to Donn. He had heard too much of this, so he did not react much.

"No, Des. You misunderstood me. I know this is normal, and I will do it too, but I can't let others use it on my team." This is Don't have a "double standard". Des shrugged and disagreed. He just thought it was Don't speak stubbornly.

Ten minutes passed, but the scene still did not change. Wimbledon completely took the initiative with his rough play. Motson said that if he kept playing like this, the captain of the Forest team would be the best in this game because he was so conspicuous... He was busy in almost every shot.

This kind of game is very good at training the defender, but Don Eun wishes that his defender will not be able to get exercise in a game. He is a little unable to sit still. How can he break the opponent's savage playing style?

He thought for a while and seemed to be only expected to expect the referee to have stricter judgments and send off a few opponents as soon as possible. But... But Wimbledon's rudeness is everywhere in the low-level English leagues. The referee probably is used to it. At most, he will stop and then warn him verbally. Unless there is a particularly serious foul, he will be warned.

And Tang En saw that the opponent's head coach arranged for players to take turns to foul, not all let one or two people complete this difficult task. This can distract the referee from the referee and his own players' chances of winning cards. This capitalist enemy... is so cunning!

It cannot be said that Don N't think of a solution but is not at a high level. Wimbledon at his peak could make Liverpool, who dominates British football, lose face, run back to the locker room crying, and give in to the FA Cup; it could also make Manchester United, who has Giggs and others, surrender. It is really difficult to find a way to restrain his savage play, so they were promoted to the third-tier league in four years and won the FA Cup championship in five years.

Of course, Wimbledon is no longer the "crazy gang" that everyone is afraid of, but Don't have any problems with Nottingham Forest, no longer the red whirlwind sweeping across Europe. The two teams are half a pound against eight taels, and they really can't help if they encounter such a way of playing.

Fourteen minutes passed, and Wimbledon was getting closer and closer. It seemed that they didn't have to defend. There was a big gap in the backcourt, and as long as a big foot came over, it would be a one-on-one shot. But the Forest team's ball was pressing wildly in the frontcourt, but they couldn't cross the center line!

Wimbledon shot three consecutively and finally got a corner kick. Except for goalkeeper Kevin Davis, almost everyone rushed to the Forests to prepare for the spot.

Johnson stayed in the middle circle and waited for a counterattack according to the scheduled tactics. He looked at the empty surroundings, looking confused: What's wrong with Wimbledon? They were fighting so hard in less than sixty minutes of the game? But this is also an opportunity. If they use this opportunity to score, it will be useless no matter how crazy they are.

He clenched his fists, and Hailewood had already scored two goals, so he couldn't miss a single goal.

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

Wimbledon's midfielder Dameen Francis took a corner kick, and Legtwood at the front point headed the ball! The Forest's penalty area was suddenly in chaos. In this chaotic situation, Dean Lewindon, who was ambushing the back point, suddenly broke out and headed the ball to the top!

"The ball is in! Wimbledon scored a goal! Dean Lewindon! This is his first official game this season, and he brings hope to Wimbledon!"

Hundreds of infatuated Wimbledon fans set off a celebration frenzy in their stands. Lewindon was pressed by his crazy teammates to celebrate this goal that brought them back to their confidence and hope.

Seeing the opponent celebrating the goal, Johnson waved helplessly. Now, he had already stood at the kick-off point and didn't have to walk away. Just wait for the kick-off here.

Since Wimbledon was preparing to give this corner kick, Donn stumbled out of the coach's seat and stared at the field with attention. Seeing Lewindon scored, he spread his hands and shrugged in disappointment, feeling a little regretful. However, the movement next door was too great. Coach Murdoch raised his arms and rushed to the side of the field, rushed back from the sidelines, hugged everyone when he saw it, and there was joy on the bench.

Tang En turned his head and looked at them several times, then muttered unhappily: "It's just a ball, it's so happy, it's really a waste of time!"

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

Donn decided to replace a defensive midfielder and re-control the midfield, and then fight Wimbledon's arrogance first. He asked Walker to call Eugen`Bopp who was warming up.

The nineteen-year-old Eugen Pope is not a British, but a German, and a German born in Ukraine. The product of Bayern Munich Youth Training Academy was once selected for the German Under-16 national team. He was specially dug from Germany by Paul Hart. He just arrived in Nottingham last season and played for the first team nineteen times and scored a goal.

Don En believes that Paul Hart's vision is really good. His height of 1.83 meters, 81 kilograms, and his traditional German football training since childhood have given him a tenacious will and a tough and strong style of playing. These characteristics are exactly what Don En needs most in this game.

Since Don En took office, Pope has only played a full ninety-minute game. He thought he was going to lose his position under the new coach. So when he heard Walker call his name, he hurried back. Don En was very satisfied with the attitude of the German boy, nodded and began to explain the tactics: "Eugen, do you see what's going on on the field now?"

"Not really good, coach..." the young man said in unstandard English, "They robbed... it was fierce, very quickly."

Don En smiled: "Yes, they robbed fiercely, and the pace was faster than us. So I let you play. You and Smeka were in the middle of the midfield, and their main task was defense. Their No. 26 (Leo Coke) and No. 8 (Francis) are the core. Whether it is defense or offense, they are initiated by those two people. I want you to go up and cut off the connection between them, and at the same time... they are crazy... even more crazy than Wimbledon in the midfield. Don't be afraid of mistakes. The more chaotic the midfield, the better. Can it be done?"

Tang En said, Pope nodded once, and finally he nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, coach. I can do it." He hopes to impress the head coach with his performance and win a bright future for himself in the team.

He patted the young man on the shoulder and asked him to go back and take off his clothes to prepare for the field. Tang En picked up a bottle of water from the sidelines, intending to pour a mouthful of himself and pour the fire in his heart. As soon as he unscrewed the cap, he glanced at the coach's seat next door, and the annoying head coach jumped up again.

Um?

He turned back suddenly and saw the Wimbledons celebrating on the court.

What's going on? Is this? Are you still celebrating that goal? He looked up at the big screen of the stadium, and the score was clearly scored - 2:2!

I fuck! It took less than five minutes! Donne was furious and threw the water bottle in his hand out. The splashed water just sprayed on the fourth referee. The fourth referee was stunned before he could react. Donne quickly pretended not to see it, walked back to the coach's seat, and then asked Walker what had just happened.

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

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

"Coach...I, am I still going to do it?"

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

Seeing Murdoch jumping and jumping on the sidelines, Don Eun was in a worse mood. The two-goal lead turned into a draw, and no one would feel good.

Pope stood on the sidelines with anticipation and enthusiasm for the final warm-up, and suddenly he heard the head coach calling him again.

"Eugen, shovel their feet! Don't be afraid of fouls. If you are sent off, I'll go to the FA!" Tang En put his hands together and shouted in a trumpet, "Anyway, I'm familiar with the game..."

He firmly could not tolerate today's victory turning into a draw. Maybe Walker felt that nothing was wrong - we'd better wait for one round or two rounds. But Don't want to wait for a minute. That day in the Forest Bar, he said to Burns, "I hate failure." It's not absolutely a pretender. He really hates failure. As a Chinese fan, have he faced fewer failures?
Chapter completed!