“goal！ goal！ goal！！ "John. Mortenson chanted the word three times, each time louder than the other. "Beautiful free-kick tactical combination! No one would have thought that Reed would send the ball into the box in this way, and no one would have thought that the person who scored the goal would be David. Johnson! God, he's only 5 feet 2 inches (about 1.68 meters)! Set-piece scores! Well done! These last two sentences, Mortenson said as he looked at Laurentian beside him.

Laurentian smiled helplessly: "It's really beautiful, I ignored that...... From set-pieces, Donn put a lot of effort into it. But it's not over yet, John, the beard is still on my mouth. ”

Morteson smiled happily, "Don't take chances, Mark. The Forest's offensive won't end there! ”

※※※ From inside the forest bar, the excited roar of the fans was heard: "That's right! Our offensive is not over yet! Sheffield United bunnies, you've got it! ”

Burns looked at the elated fans, smiled at the fat man John next to him, and the two clinked their glasses.

Mortenson was right, the Forest's offensive was not over yet. Twenty-four minutes after seven minutes from the first goal, Forest scored again from set-pieces. This time it was captain Michael who scored for the team. Dawson. A corner, Andy. Reid looked the ball in front of goal, and even though there were two Sheffield United defenders around him, Dawson jumped high and smashed the ball into the back of the net.

“2：0！ 2：0！ Michael. Dawson! He has all the qualities to be a good player and he is the leader of the Forest team! He's Robin Hood! Mortenson praised the young Dawson, "This little forest is not destined to keep him, he will definitely become an important player in the big team, he is ...... Big shot! Hey Mark, your beard ......"

Laurentian was almost out of the mood to argue with Mortenson, stroking his beard back and forth, his eyes fixed on Tony, who had fallen on one knee and waved his fist on the sidelines, and then rushed into the players who were still celebrating. Dawn. It was clearly Michael who scored the goal. Dawson, he's the head coach, but he's more excited than Dawson.

Maybe the Morteson guy was right. Tony. Donn, I can't see through it...... I really can't see through it!

The Barlamor Lane stadium fell silent, with only the Forest fans in the South Stand singing. No one expected that Forest would take the lead on the road, beating Sheffield United 2-0.

Don is in a good mood right now. Although it is only halfway through the first half, there is still most of the game and a final. But it was as if he had seen the door of the Premier League slowly opening to him, and behind that door, there was a more flowery, newer and wider world.

In contrast to the excited Donn, Sheffield manager Warnock was silent. He walked back to the dugout from the sidelines and sat down to watch the game without making any adjustments to the 2-0 scoreline. It seems that in the confrontation with Donn, he has already shown defeat.

For the rest of the first half, Forest took a two-goal lead and deliberately slowed down the tempo, so the game returned to the way it was in the opening fifteen minutes. A tug-of-war ensued between the two sides in midfield.

Until the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, Volnock never got up from his seat again. The whistle blew, and he got up and walked straight back to the locker room, his face expressionless.

On the other side, Donn got up and high-fived Walker after hearing the whistle before happily walking back to the locker room. His tactical plan has all come true and he can't ask the team to do better in an away situation like this.

Originally, he wanted to tell everyone about Ian. Bowyer was announced to be leaving after the play-offs, but then thought about it, it was better not to use it to disrupt the morale of the army. In case the finals don't go well, it's used to boost morale.

Turning off the microphone, Morteson pointed to Laurenson's beard and said with a smile, "Mark, do you prefer electric or manual?" ”

At half-time, whether it was in the visiting dressing room at Sheffield United's stadium, Barlamor Lane, or in Nottingham, some thirty miles away, the Forest players and fans were relaxed. Playing 2-0 away from home, the score was enough for them to relax and catch their breath.

There was even talk at half-time about the final and the opponents they might face if they were promoted to the Premier League.

Don looked at his subordinates with a grin, but didn't say anything to stop them. But this is just a façade, in fact he is thinking about what might happen in the second half, he doesn't think that Volnock is an opponent who is willing to admit defeat in the first half of the game, he will definitely make some changes in the second half, and he has to have enough contingency plans to do so.

It's almost certain that Volnock will step up his offense, so Donn's starting tactics will be useful. The midfield is all used to defend, and the offense is a long pass and rush, simple and fast, successful, not successful, absolutely too greedy for offense. With two goals in hand, they had enough capital to hold on for forty-five minutes without even a single shot on goal. As long as you can hold on, you will be a hero of Nottingham Forest.

Unlike the other two legs of home and away knockout rounds, the League One play-offs have only one condition to decide the outcome - the scoreline. The team with the most goals wins, regardless of the away goals. I played a 5:5 draw on the road, it was useless to get five away goals, and I went back to the home court to make it 1:1, and I had to honestly play extra time and penalty shootouts.

The fifteen minutes of the half-time break passed quickly, and the players from both sides returned to the pitch to wait for the second half of the game to begin.

Don bumped into the opposing head coach Volnock as he walked to the away team's dugout, and the two of them stood facing each other, and it seemed a little unreasonable not to say hello, but Donn really didn't know what to say at this time. He used to shake hands with the opposing coach after the game and say hello, because by then the results of the game were out, and he knew what mood to use to face the opponent and what to say. It's only half-time, what should he say?

Say we're ahead of you guys and we're hopeful of winning? Or are we ahead of you, but you don't have a chance? None of these words fit Donn's surname.

So he lowered his head and walked briskly as if he hadn't seen it. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Volnock.

"Coach Donn, why do you want to run when you see me?"

Don rolled his eyes with his back to him, then turned around with a smile on his face, "Ah, I'm so sorry. In fact I was thinking about something, not seeing you, Mr. Volnock. Can I help you? ”

Volnock reached out to shake Donn's hand: "It's nothing. I just want to congratulate you on a job well done from 14th to 6th in the league in the New Year. To be honest, I didn't expect our final opponent to be your ......."

Tang En also stretched out his hand, since the other party expressed friendship, there was no reason for him not to appreciate it.

The two held hands together.

"Whatever the final result of this game is, I have to say that it was a good game." Volnock said so.

Don smiled and nodded in agreement, but as soon as the two separated, his brow furrowed when he turned around.

This damn old man didn't have to worry about his team losing at all! He is full of confidence and it seems that he is determined to win this game. Can...... Where does this faith come from? It's him who is two goals behind, not me!

With some suspicion, Donn returned to the coach's box, and the game was already blowing. Walker asked with concern, "Where have you been?" ”

"I ran into Volnock and had a casual chat." Don replied in response, and then turned his full attention to the game. He wanted to see Volnock's trick and stop it in time.

After sitting down to watch the game for less than five minutes, he got up from his seat, startled Walker next to him to look at him with a puzzled look.

Ignoring Walker's astonished gaze, Donn glared at Neil, who was standing on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets. Volnock, gritting his teeth, scolded, "This old bastard! ”

(To be continued)