The excited players jumped up from their seats, stretched their necks, and roared with red faces. Even those who were not in the team last season could not help but clench their fists, feeling their blood boil. The nostalgic atmosphere in the locker room from the first half of the year gradually returned.
Walker watched from the side as Tang En roared along with the players. A simple phone call could make him do what he wanted … Tony, Paul Hart didn't misjudge you; Ian Bowyer didn't misjudge you; "Boss" definitely won't misjudge you. As for me, I'm so lucky to be able to work with you. But it's a pity … it's the end of this season.
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Tang En's halftime adjustments were completely out of the Crystal Palace manager's expectations. Rebrov was still on the field, but his position had changed from a forward to a midfielder! Steve Kemper turned to look at his assistant manager, Brevante. "Terry?"
Brevante's answer was to shake his head. He did not quite understand.
Standing behind the center circle, waiting for the kickoff, Rebrov suddenly realized how wide the field was in front of him, and how wide the gaps between the opposing defenders' positions were. From a forward to a midfielder, it was just a change of position on the field, and he saw a completely different world from before.
He turned to look at the home team's technical area on the sidelines. Tony Twain stood there, shouting something at him and waving his hands, but he could not clearly hear his heavily accented English. It doesn't matter, I know what I should do.
I have good skills, I'm fast, I'm good at dribbling, and it's not a problem for me to plug in from the back and break the ball! When Andriy Shevchenko and I fought side by side in Dynamo Kyiv and blew open the goals of AC Milan and Barcelona, I was not a pure striker. Andre would be at the front and I would retreat. I would pass the ball to him and he would shoot to score.
I'm a midfielder! I can't score, but I can assist!
He looked at the tall but cumbersome British defenders and laughed. When you make me face the goal, it'll be your unlucky time … I promise.
Walker, who was sitting in the technical area, saw Tang En turn back. He had just shouted for Rebrov to pass more and run more. He did not know if the Ukrainian had heard him.
"Tony, why did you suddenly think of letting a forward who has never played in the midfield in training play this position in a match?" Walker asked as he pointed to Rebrov on the field.
"Rebrov's problem isn't that he's not good enough. It's that he's not used to the English style of play. Over time, he lost the confidence to shoot, and then he lost all his confidence. His skills were still there, it was just that they were not used in a suitable position. I told him to retreat, away from the defenders that he was afraid of, to give him space to move, to make him face the direction of the attack. With his skills and awareness, he could still play a big role in the English Premier League. Also … "Tang En looked at the visiting team's technical area next door and chuckled." The current manager of Crystal Palace is an idiot. He's not even as good as his assistant manager. This kind of change will make him scratch his head and make a wrong judgment. We have to win this match. You know, Des, I've suddenly changed my mind. "
"What idea?" Walker didn't understand.
"Not only do we want to make a breakthrough in the cup competition, I also want to be promoted to the Premier League at the end of the season!"
Walker's eyes widened as he looked at Tang En, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"You don't believe me, Des? Even if we're in last place now, it's not impossible for us to become the Premier League champions at the end of the season. "
Seeing how confident Tang En was, Walker muttered, "What a crazy plan …"
The match had already begun. Tang En stood up from the technical area. He was going to the sidelines to direct the match. Before he left, he turned his head to look at Walker, giving him an even more shocking goal. "Premier League champions, English Premier League spots, EFL Cup or FA Cup champions, UEFA Europa League qualification … This time, I won't fail!"
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John and the others each held a plastic cup of beer as they stood on the stands and continued to watch the match.
"Why is that Ukrainian still on the field? Why didn't Tony replace him? I can tell he can't do it at all! "Someone complained.
John glared at him. "If you're so good, you should be the manager! Just watch the match honestly. You still don't believe him? Tony has never let us down before! "
Crystal Palace's manager, Steve Campbell, was originally the team's sports director, not the manager. With his little ability to lead the team, the result was that Crystal Palace was ranked third from the bottom after 22 rounds of the Premier League.
He could not see the significance of Tang En's adjustment.
Letting the forwards play in the midfield when they can't score goals? Manager Tony Twain, you're taking your tactical changes too much for granted!
Playing 4-5-1 with two defensive midfielders. Do you want to give up fewer penalty kicks at home? Stop dreaming. My Andrew is in good form!
He had just finished muttering to himself when Forest snatched the ball from Andrew Johnson in the backfield. Then, Gunelson passed it to Rebrov, who was waiting sideways in front. Tang En had specifically instructed that Forest's offensive organization would now be handed over to Rebrov. Giving him full trust, he hoped to gain a completely different super player.
Rebrov, who received the ball, realized that no one rushed up to kick and pull him to defend. He calmly adjusted the ball and then dribbled the ball towards Crystal Palace's defensive line.
"Sergei Rebrov, he dribbled the ball past one … the second one! It's hard to believe that this is the Rebrov we once saw! He dribbled past the third Crystal Palace defender. He broke into the penalty area — "
Rebrov realized that the defenders, who once terrified him, were nothing more than wooden stakes. Yes, he looked at it from a different angle. He realized that the whole world was different!
Crystal Palace's defender, Darren Powell, rushed up. Rebrov deftly deflected the ball and intended to continue wiping inside, but he was tripped by the opponent.
"Darren Powell … penalty kick! Penalty kick! "The television commentator shouted.
Without waiting for the referee's whistle, a louder roar rang out in the City Ground stadium.
"Penalty kick!!"
Tang En, who saw this scene from the sidelines, jumped up from the ground. Damn, I made the right bet!
The referee ran to the spot of the foul and pointed to the white dot in the middle of the penalty area. That's right, a penalty kick!
"This is a penalty kick, there's no doubt about it! Rebrov broke through Crystal Palace's entire defense alone and won a chance for the team to equalize the score. His performance is like a different person from before! Tony Twain, the magician, what did he say during the halftime interval? Just by changing Rebrov's position, the Ukrainian was reborn! "
Rebrov, who had fallen in the penalty area, climbed up from the ground. He saw the Crystal Palace players surrounding the referee and begging for mercy, while his Forest teammates opened their arms and pounced on him … Then, he fell on the field again.
Penalty kick? Did I create it?
This feels good!
Andy Reid sent Rebrov's penalty kick into the goal, and the stands once again erupted into loud cheers. They cheered for Reid, who would leave the team during the winter break. Of course, this time Rebrov's name also appeared in their cheers.
Forest's equalization stunned the Crystal Palace players and their manager. Fifteen minutes later, Rebrov finally scored!
When all the defenders were preventing Rebrov from breaking through, he chose to do a powerful long shot outside the penalty area. The football was like a cannonball, blasting straight into Crystal Palace's goal!
"Sergei — Rebrov!!!" Loud cheers sounded in the stands.
"This is Rebrov! This is the Rebrov who partnered with Shevchenko and made AC Milan and Barcelona tremble! "
Rebrov was pressed under his teammates for the second time on the field, and Twain was hugged by an excited Walker on the sidelines.
"I believe in you, Tony! We can do it, we really can! "
At the same time, Evan Doughty, who was in the VIP box, stood up from his seat and reached out to the frustrated Crystal Palace chairman, Simon Jordan. He was happy that he did not do a disrespectful butt shake dance in front of the other party.
"What a pity, Mr. Michael Jordan," he said with a smile. "Although you have the same name as the American basketball god, it's a pity that this is a football game."
The expression on Simon Jordan's face became even more awkward. His hand was stretched out in mid-air, not knowing whether to hold it or not …
Outside the box, the roar of the Forest fans could be heard, "Victory!!" Like a thunderbolt in the night sky, it reflected the pale face of the Crystal Palace chairman.
Pierce Brosnan looked around at the excited stands from the press box, and then looked at Tony Twain, who was celebrating the goal with the players who ran back from the field. He suddenly thought of that sentence, the sentence he heard when he was brought to the Forest bar.
That man stood there, standing in the middle of a group of admirers, with his arms open as if to embrace the whole world. In the shouts of "Tony! Tony! ", he was like the king of beasts, a lion, craning its neck and roaring.
"One day, one day I'll be back! When the time comes, you'll hear louder cheers than this! "
Louder cheers … The stands under his feet trembled in this louder cheer. His eardrums were swollen and painful, and he could not hear anything clearly, but he knew that this was a cry to welcome that man back.
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