In the dressing room at half-time, Donn praised Hellwood's performance in the first half, as well as the performance of the entire midfield, who played their pre-match demands and the results of their usual training. He didn't have much more to say, he just asked the team to play like they did in the first half.

In the other lounge, it's a different story.

Stuart; Murdoch took all the anger he had held back in the first half out on his players. In the dressing room, he scolded everyone mercilessly, even the goalkeeper Davies, who had the best performance in the first half.

“…… Damien 'Francis, David Connolly, Neil 'Shipperley: What are the three of you doing? If you can't find where the opponent's goal is, I can point it to you! Nigel'Reo-Coker, you're the captain, you should step up at this point, whether it's scoring your own goals, or assisting your teammates, in short, not running around like this! Dean'Lewington! It's your first time playing for the first team and if you don't want to go back to the reserves after this game, cheer me up! ”

After reprimanding the players, Murdoch took a breath of relief.

"This season we moved and lost a lot of fans. But no matter what, we're still going to be called 'Wimbledon'! We're still 'mad gangs'! When did the Berserk ever be afraid of those bastards? Your fucking performance on the field is nothing short of an insult to that great name! Pooh; Vinnie Jones, Dennis; Wise (Dennis 'wise), Laurie; Lawrie' Sanchez, David; Dave 'Beasant, Alain; Cork, Brian; Gail...... If only they were still here! Murdoch reported the names of the men one by one, accenting each one, and when he finished reading it, he pointed angrily to his feet and said, "They will scream and rush out and tear the bastards of Nottingham Forest to shreds!" This is the football of the mad gang! Over the years, we have gradually lost this spirit, and in today's game, I want you to get it back!! ”

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When the second half resumed, Don sat in the dugout and talked and laughed with Walker, and Michael, who was in the back stands, stopped criticizing Donn's football and began to concentrate on the game. Everything looks good.

But after five minutes, Don couldn't laugh anymore. In these five minutes, Wimbledon committed a total of seven fouls and received two yellow cards. Seeing this, his mind flashed back to the second half of the game between Forest and West Ham......

His fast-moving tactics were useless against Wimbledon's brutal defence, and the turnover rate was even higher. The players seem to be afraid of a physical confrontation with the Wimbledon players because the gang is not playing football at all, but rugby......

Murdoch, the coach who seemed incompetent in the first half, was also very active at this time, standing on the sidelines and yelling: "Shovel their feet for me!!" Idiot! ”

Don heard this sentence clearly. "This bastard ......" and West Ham at half-time, he said it in the dressing room, but not so arrogant as to shout openly on the sidelines.

"It's normal, Tony. When I was playing, the coaches used to shout that. Walker explained to Don that he had heard this kind of talk a lot, so he didn't react as much as Donn.

"No, Des. You misunderstood me. I know it's normal and I'm going to do it, but I just can't let anyone else use it for my team. This is Donn's "double standard". Des shrugged, disapproving, he just thought it was Donn's hard mouth.

Ten minutes passed and the scene remained unchanged, with Wimbledon completely taking the initiative with a brutal kick. Mortensen said that if the game had been played like this, the Forest captain would have been the best man of the game because he was so conspicuous...... He is seen busy in almost every shot.

It's a great way to train defenders, but Donn wishes he didn't get a game of training for his defenders. He couldn't sit still, how could he break the opponent's barbaric kick?

He thought for a while, and it seemed that he could only hope that the referee would be stricter and punish a few people on the other side as soon as possible. But...... But Wimbledon's brutality abounds in England's lower leagues, and the referee is probably used to it, at most blowing a stop, and then verbally warning some. Unless there is a particularly serious foul, a warning will be issued.

And Donn can see that the opposing head coach arranges for the players to take turns to foul, and not all let one or two people complete this difficult task. This can distract the referee from the chances of his player getting a card. This enemy of capitalism...... How cunning!

It can't be said that Don En can't think of a way to be out of the standard because he doesn't have a level. Wimbledon at its peak can make Liverpool, who dominated English football, lose face, run back to the dressing room crying, and give up the FA Cup; It is also possible to make Manchester United, who have the likes of Ryan Giggs, raise their hands and surrender, and it is really difficult to find a way to restrain that kind of brutal play, so they were promoted to the third division in four years and won the FA Cup in five years.

Of course, Wimbledon is no longer the feared "mad gang", but the problem is that Donn's Nottingham Forest is no longer the red whirlwind that swept across Europe. The two teams are half a catty against eight taels, and it is really no problem to encounter such a kick.

Fourteen minutes passed, and Wimbledon pressed more and more. It seems that they don't want to defend anymore, and there are a lot of empty spaces in the backfield, as long as a big foot comes over, it is a single knife. But the Forest's ball just can't cross the halfway line under their frantic frontcourt pressing!

Wimbledon had three shots in quick succession and eventually won a corner, except for goalkeeper Kevin; Davis, almost everyone rushed to the Forest goal to grab the point.

Johansen, who remained in the centre circle and waited for a counterattack, looked around the empty area with a puzzled expression: What's wrong with Wimbledon? It's less than 60 minutes into the game, and they're working so hard? But it's also an opportunity, and if they use it to score, it's useless for them to be crazy.

He clenched his fists, Helewood had already scored two goals, and he couldn't afford not to score one.

So he stood on the halfway line, ready to sprint, and then turned his head to look at his team's crowded goal.

Wimbledon midfielder Dameen; Francis takes a corner kick and Legtwood heads it off at the front post! There was chaos in the Forest penalty area. In this chaotic situation, Dean, who was ambushed at the back point; Levington suddenly kills and heads the ball to the top!

"The ball is in! Wimbledon pull a goal back! Dean; Levinton! It was his first competitive game of the season and he gave Wimbledon hope! ”

Hundreds of obsessed Wimbledon fans set off a frenzy of celebration in their stands. Levington was crushed under his frenzied team-mates to celebrate the goal that gave them confidence and hope back.

Seeing that the opponent was celebrating the goal, Johansen waved helplessly. Now it's okay, he's already standing on the tee-off, he doesn't have to walk away at all, just wait here for the kick-off.

As soon as Wimbledon was about to take the corner, Donn leaned out of the dugout and stared at the pitch. Seeing Levington score, he spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, feeling a little regretful. However, there was too much movement next door, Coach Murdoch rushed to the sideline with his arms raised, and rushed back from the sideline, hugging people when he saw them, and there was jubilation on the bench.

Don turned his head to look at them several times, and then muttered unhappily, "It's just a ball, it's so happy, it's really useless!" ”

The goal was certainly a wake-up call for him, as Wimbledon were on the offensive and pressing up front to make his team miserable. In the past ten minutes, Ian; Jace didn't show anything, and it was time to replace him.

Donn decided to switch to a defensive midfielder, regain control of the midfield, and beat the arrogance of Wimbledon first. He asked Walker to put Eugen in the warm-up; Eugen'Bopp called.

Nineteen-year-old Eugen; Pope is not British, but German, and a German born in Ukraine. The product of the Bayern Munich Academy has been selected for the German under-16 national team. He is Paul; Hart, who came specifically from Germany, made 19 first-team appearances and scored a goal when he arrived at Nottingham last season.

Don believed in Paul; Hart's eyes on people, this kid is indeed very good. With a height of 1.83 meters and a weight of 81 kilograms, coupled with the traditional German football training since childhood, he has a tenacious will and a tough and tough style. And these characteristics are exactly what Donn needs most in this game.

Pope has only played a full 90 minutes since Donn took over, and he thought he was going to lose his place under the new coach. So when Walker called his name, he hurriedly ran back. Donn was very satisfied with the attitude of the German boy, nodded, and began to explain the tactics: "Eugen, do you see what the situation is on the field now?" ”

"It's not good, coach......" the lad said in not-so-standard English, "they robbed it...... It's fierce and fast. ”

Don smiled: "That's right, they robbed fiercely, and the pace was even faster than ours." So I put you on the pitch, you and Smeka in the middle of the midfield, and the main task is to defend. Their No. 26 (Riocock) and No. 8 (Francis) are the core, both defensive and offensive, they are all initiated by those two people, and I want you to go up and cut off the connection between them, and at the same time go crazy ...... More crazy than Wimbledon in the midfield to tackle, don't be afraid of mistakes, the more chaotic the midfield, the better. Can it be done? ”

Donn said this, and Pope nodded once, and finally he nodded very hard: "Don't worry, coach." I can do it. "He wants to impress the manager with his performances and win a bright future for himself in the team.

Pat the lad on the shoulder and tell him to go back and undress and get ready to play. Donne, on the other hand, picked up a bottle of water from the sidelines, intending to pour a sip on himself and pour the fire on his heart. As soon as he unscrewed the cap, he glanced at the coach's bench next door, and the pesky head coach jumped up again.

Well?

He jerked back and saw the Wimbledon man celebrating on the pitch.

What's going on, what is this? Still celebrating that goal? He looked up at the big screen on the court again, and the score was clearly played on it - 2:2!

Holy! That's not even five minutes! Tang En was immediately furious, and threw the water bottle in his hand hard, and the splashed water happened to spray on the fourth referee, and the fourth referee was stunned in place before he could react. Don quickly pretended not to see it, walked back to the dugout, and asked Walker what had just happened.

"Francis' long-range shot ......," Walker replied feebly.

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

"Coach...... Me, am I still on? ”

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

Seeing Murdoch jumping and jumping on the sidelines, Donn's mood was even worse. A two-goal lead turned into a draw, and no one would feel good.

Pope was standing on the sidelines with anticipation and enthusiasm for the final warm-up, when he suddenly heard the manager calling him again.

"Eugen, shovel their feet! Don't be afraid of fouls, if you get sent off, I'll go to the FA to make trouble! Don put his hands to his lips and shouted, "Anyway, I know the ......."

He couldn't tolerate today's win turning into a draw, and maybe Walker didn't think it was a good idea - we'd have to wait one or two more rounds. But Don didn't want to wait a minute. That day in the Forest Bar, he said to Burns "I hate failure" is definitely not pretending, he really, really, really hates failure, as a Chinese fan, has he ever faced fewer failures?

In China, whether it's football or my life, it's a mess and a failure! Now God has given me a chance to start over, I definitely don't want to taste defeat again, I want to win! Keep the fuck winning!

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