Cash replaces Gareth; Williams, in the tug-of-war with Wimbledon in midfield, exerted too much energy to stay on the pitch to help.

Walker saw Donn bring Cash on the pitch and was a little confused: "Tony." You said you don't care about possession and good plays......"

"Des...... No tactic is rigid, and no coach is unflexible...... If he does, then he is not a good manager. I said I didn't need extra possession, but the problem with the team right now is that they can't even have basic possession, so I put Cash up and he can keep the ball. Zero per cent possession will never win the ball, and the 'uselessness of possession' is not about completely abandoning possession, but about abandoning superfluous and redundant possession. Do you understand? ”

Walker hesitated for a moment before nodding, "I think I probably understood......"

Don sighed in his heart, that's why someone who crossed over is a head coach, and someone who has worked hard all their lives can only be an assistant coach. "Des, you have to remember, what is the essence of this tactical thing? It's just a way to win, and if one tactic doesn't win, we change it. It's as usual as changing clothes. Maybe one day, I'll abandon the 'uselessness of possession' theory and revert to the tactics of controlling the game......"

"Ahh I get it, it's that no matter what the process is, you only go for that winning result. As long as you win, it doesn't matter what tactics are used. ”

Don glanced at him, "You've got the hang of it, Des." ”

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Cash quickly took advantage of a beautiful getaway to create a shot for Johansen, but the latter's header went high and the stands erupted in applause, much of it for Cash.

Wimbledon's players are on the defensive, and they are very aggressive. Maybe they're just trying to use it to show their momentum, but in Cash's eyes, this kind of defense is his favorite.

Playing a grab means having space behind them, and a big defensive move means they need more time to complete the action, have more flaws, and are more likely to be broken......

"Cash! It's gone again! Nice pull ball to get rid of! ”

After doing this a few times in a row, Wimbledon began to focus on Cash's right flank, after being tackled to the ground once. Donn crossed Cash and Reed on the sidelines. Wimbledon defends the way Cash goes, even through the middle.

He's just going to get Cash to mess up Wimbledon's defense, so they can't keep an eye on anyone, and they can't find anyone to watch. Anyway, Cash is full of energy when he comes on the court, and he is not afraid that this kid will not be able to run.

After inflicting several dangerous problems on the opposition goal in a row, the visiting coach could not sit still. Murdoch also made his adjustments, using his last substitution, and very reluctantly. In order to chase after the victory, he changed two offensive players in one go, quite a "madman" maniac, but unfortunately now he has to change back, he replaced the physically exhausted Mogan with a tall defensive midfielder, hoping to play the same role as Donn's substitution, to control the midfield.

Seeing Murdoch's substitution, Donn knew what he was thinking. As the clock ticked, it was a satisfying result for the visitors to take a point, especially given that they were two goals down before levelling the game.

But Don couldn't be satisfied, this game was at home, let the opponent equalize with a two-goal lead, and then take a point happily, how can there be such a warm and generous home team?

He now has one last card in his hand, and there are only three people left on the bench. substitute striker Craig'Westcarr, substitute defender Christian; Christian 'Edwards, substitute goalkeeper Barry; Barry'Roche.

Westerkar's ability makes Donn very uneasy, and it may not be able to strengthen the attack if he changes it, the remaining two are defenders, and goalkeeper Ward is doing well, there is no need to change goalkeepers. What can you do with a centre-back?

He turned his head to look at Edwards, who was still warming up on the sidelines, the young man was quite tall...... Speaking of being tall, Donn suddenly remembered that in the game against West Ham, the captain of the field, Dawson, once scored a header, but unfortunately it was blown out by the damn referee.

Why not?

So he decided to make a final substitution, and he put Edwards up to replace Dawson at centre-back, but did not replace the captain. Edwards came on for an exhausted Hellwood before pushing Dawson up front.

When Edwards heard the manager's decision, he thought he had misheard. Donn told him very clearly, let him relay all these words to Dawson, let Dawson go to the front to fight for the header, have a chance to shoot himself, and ferry to his teammates if he doesn't have a chance.

Edwards came on the court and told Dawson all about Donn's instructions, and Dawson looked to the sidelines in some surprise, and Donn made a forward gesture to him.

Helewood came down and apologized to Donn: "I'm sorry, boss. ”

Don felt strange: "Why do you want to apologize, Malone?" ”

"I didn't score more goals......"

Don smiled: "You've already entered two, how many do you want to enter?" You've done well enough, don't think about anything, go take a shower and change your clothes. ”

Sent away Heilwood, Donn did not return to the dugout, but stood on the sidelines, with his arms crossed over his chest. He always thinks that this is the only way to give the players some confidence and the belief to keep going. A manager who sits in the dugout at all times is not qualified.

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As the minutes ticked by, the score remained the same.

'If it weren't for those four goals, it would have been a dull game. Morteson complained.

He's right, judging from the pitch, neither team is playing football that can make neutral fans feel happy, and most people will definitely turn the tables as soon as they see such a game. However, it is not the same for fans of both teams. Their main concern is not which side plays better, more flamboyant, more artistic, but which side can win.

Donn, like the fans, doesn't care if his team plays well or not, he just cares if he can win this damn game.

With five minutes to go, the game is about to go into stoppage time, and so far apart from the substitutions of both sides, the game has not been interrupted too much, and there should be only three minutes of stoppage time.

Eight minutes, a goal.

Dawson pushed up to the front to give Wimbledon a fluster, but unfortunately his players didn't take the opportunity. Dawson is not a striker, he has never played a striker before, he can't shoot except for his header, he passes the ball ordinarily, and he dribbles very ordinarily. It would have been a gamble for Don to let him go up. If you win, it's all good to say, if you lose...... I may have to bear the infamy of using tactics and substitutions indiscriminately.

The world of football is so cruel, the winner is king, and the loser is the loser.

Don doesn't want to be a coward, he wants to be a king...... Who wouldn't want to be king?

He felt his legs and feet go a little weak, and a huge pressure swirled over his head, waiting for the moment when he finally fell. But on the surface he doesn't show anything, and he doesn't want people to see his weakness, especially those pesky omnipresent cameras.

Another three minutes passed. The singing of the Forest fans in the stands grew louder and louder, while the Wimbledon fans were completely silent. Don glanced at the stands, and there were countless pairs of arms waving, almost red. The fans haven't given up yet, and there is no reason for their own team to give up.

"Attack! Offensive! I don't want a draw! Donn stood on the sidelines and yelled, "A draw is a fucking failure!" Weigh it all on me! ”

He doesn't worry about being beaten back by Wimbledon, Eugen; Pope's performance in this game was simply perfect, from left to right, the midfield was all under his control, and Wimbledon simply couldn't play.

The fourth official had already raised the stoppage time sign on the sidelines, just as Donn had expected: three minutes.

Don glanced at the sign in the fourth official's hand and bit his lip. Hope is slipping away from him little by little, and a draw like this is undoubtedly a failure, and leading by two goals would have equalised...... What a fuck!

Donn looked back at him behind the dugout, he wanted to see what Michael's expression was at this time, he must be disappointed, right? I didn't win the game against West Ham and it was the same...... But what did he see?

“forest`go！ go！ forest！ forest！ forest`go！ go！ Michael, like all Forest fans, applauded and cheered for his team. They were uniform, and the rhythmic cheering resounded throughout the audience. Donn suddenly felt a little sour in his nose, this is the real traditional England fan, they are loyal, they have no regrets, they love their team more than anything. With such fans, why worry about the team's hopeless future?

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Ninety minutes of play have arrived, and the game has officially entered injury time.

Eugen; Pope snatched the ball from the feet of the Wimbledon player with a desperate momentum and immediately passed it to Andy; Reed, now the responsibility of organizing the team's attack falls on the shoulders of this twenty-year-old young man. Wimbledon's Norwegian midfielder Tron d'Andersen, who was brought on late in the second half, came up to trouble Reid, and the two were entangled, and it looked like the Forest's attack was about to come to naught.

The Norwegian kicked the foot hard, kicking directly on Reid's ankle several times, if he usually would have fallen to the ground and rolled in pain, not only to let the opponent eat cards, but also to earn a free kick, killing two birds with one stone. But now let the opponent eat the cards and take advantage of nothing, and a free kick more than 40 meters away from the goal is not threatening.

Reid was kicked out of his anger by Anderson, he desperately blocked the opponent behind him, no matter how the opponent kicked him, he protected the ball and began to look for someone.

What about Cash? Where's that kid?!

Cash also sees Reed's predicament, but he can't shout it out loud because that would also draw the attention of opposing defenders.

At this point, Pope found that the team was in trouble offensively, and although the head coach only asked him to defend, he decided to go up and help Reid.

"Hey, Andy!" Pop's voice came diagonally behind Reed, "Give me the ball!" ”

Reid couldn't see his teammates, but he still passed the ball with his voice.

Pope didn't hesitate to receive the ball and kicked it straight to where it should have gone - on the right side of the pitch, Brian; Cash plugged in, he was unmarked, and he unloaded this long ball beautifully! But as soon as the ball was stopped, two defenders from the opposing side surrounded him......

No one had much hope for Forest's attack, except their own fans. Mortensen spoke at a normal pace and in the final three minutes of the game. Who knows if this will be the Forest's last attack of the game?

"Brian; Cash, who faced two Wimbledon players...... Oh! He passed! ”

There were loud cheers from the stands. Cash burrowed through the cracks of people like loaches, and even took people with balls! There is a large blank space in front of it!

What are you waiting for if you don't accelerate at this time?

Cash slid the ball forward, ignoring the opponent who turned and chased after him, and rushed towards the baseline.

"Legtelwood came up to defend him, he was fast, he was a tackle! Cash...... Pretty! Mortensen roared.

What excited Mortenson, who had been commentators for 31 years, was Cash's brilliant dodge, the Irishman stabbed the ball to the side the moment Legettwood put his foot over, Leggerwood made a tackle, and Cash jumped high and flew over his head, then chased the ball, and by this time he was close to the baseline.

Donn stared nervously at the field, and when he saw Cash dodging Leggerwood's tackle, he was repeating the same word: "Pass, pass, pass...... Pass the ball! ”

Cash seemed to hear his roar and, after a slight adjustment, passed the ball towards the goal.

"Cash crosses, Michael; Dawson! Header swing ...... Johansen - yes! yes！ Johnson! Johnson! gooooal！！！ Morteson jumped out of his seat with the microphone. It was the goal of the 90th minute! Lore! David; Johnson! 3:2, Forest! ”

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When Johansen poked Dawson's ball into the back of the net, the City Stadium suddenly shook, with the stands, VIP boxes, coaches, benches, and even behind the goal...... In the bar outside the stadium, in the taxi, in front of the radio and television ...... Everywhere, people jumped up, raised their arms, and cheered for victory.

Johansen, who scored the goal, was pinned down by his teammates, and even goalkeeper Ward ran from the front of goal to the front of the field to celebrate. This is their first win since the 24th round of the league on December 21 last year!

Don crouched down excitedly and slammed his fist into the turf. Then he got up and looked back at the huddled dugout, and he saw Walker holding Bowyer, and he saw that Bowyer's originally meticulous gray hair had long been scattered in the air. Jace, Williams and Hellwood, who were substituted, jumped off the bench and rushed to their teammates who were celebrating on the field, and the speed was ...... Not at all like someone who has been running on the field for dozens of minutes.

This is the joy of victory......

Win! I won!

He raised his fists and shouted.

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