"Des, I don't want to let this mess disrupt my game."
"Hmm?"
"I want to turn the tables in the remaining games! I want those fans who mocked and insulted us, as well as that idiot manager … to deeply understand the consequences of their actions! "Tang En looked down at his watch and then walked to the fourth official, who was sweating profusely.
"I suggest we enter halftime early." He pointed to the field and said to the fourth official, "There's only one minute left until the end of the first half. It's not good to let my players wait on the field like this. Who knows what those crazy fans will do? If they break through the police and run up to attack my players, can you bear the responsibility? Enter halftime. We'll go back to the locker room and leave all the problems here to the police to handle! "The fourth official's forehead was sweating even more profusely.
It just so happened that Millwall's manager, McRally, also walked up and expressed the same opinion.
Tang En had no intention of standing in the same trench as the other party. He saw McRally come over and turned to walk back. Because of what happened earlier, he did not have a good impression of this person.
Since both managers wanted to enter halftime early, the fourth official called the referee over and discussed with him. Then the referee stood on the sidelines and blew the whistle to signal the end of halftime. The players from both sides began to run to the locker room. Clearly, they also felt that it was dangerous to stay on the field. The fans' disturbance could be left to the police to handle. There was nothing they could do to let them stay on the field.
Tang En saw the scene he wanted to see and also followed them back to the locker room.
The first half of the third quarterfinal of the EFL Cup ended in such a farce and disturbance.
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All the players entered the locker room. Even the substitutes who were supposed to warm up on the field during halftime were called back by Walker. Warming up at this time? What a joke.
Tang En stood at the door of the locker room and watched the players run past him with their heads down.
Compared to the depressed Forest players, the leading Millwall players were excited. Even the fans' disturbance did not affect their mood much. There were even people who deliberately laughed and talked about Cahill's goal as they passed by the Forest locker room door, such as the Australian center back, Kevin Muscat.
Tang En glanced at him when he heard the ugly, duck-like laughter. Seeing that he had successfully attracted Tang En's attention, he shrugged proudly and walked away with his teammates.
Turning his head, Tang En walked into the changing room and closed the door. Suddenly, the laughter and noise outside could no longer be heard.
Looking at the room full of dejected players, Tang En felt as though time had turned back. It was so similar to when he crossed over to this place in January.
Of course, there were also some differences. For example, at that time, Tang En did not know what his future was and was at a loss for what to do. He was like a drowning man struggling desperately in the water. He wanted to hold on to anything that could save his life, even if it was just a straw.
What about now? He had a goal to strive for. He knew what he had to do and what he was doing. There was no confusion, no hesitation, no doubt … His heart was firm, and his feet were firm. Every step he took would leave a footprint, and these footprints would accumulate and extend into the distance.
This was his path to glory, his path to becoming a champion.
Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. The atmosphere in the locker room was particularly depressing. It was a hundred times more depressing than when they were on the subway.
Walker wanted to say something, but looking at Tang En and the players with a straight face, he did not seem to know what to say. Saying "we will definitely win"? Who would believe such unconvincing words? Saying "everyone, cheer up"? What was the use of such light and perfunctory encouragement?
At that moment, he wished so much that Tang En could open his mouth and say something. No matter what he said, even if it was just a little noise, it would be better than letting everyone continue to remain silent! The team's morale … the team's morale was about to die in this uncomfortable silence!
Tony!
Walker turned his head to look at Tang En, only to realize that his eyes were fixed on the wall of the changing room, as though there was something very attractive there.
Finally, someone could not stand the awkward atmosphere and coughed. Then, more players raised their heads and looked strangely at their manager.
Such a commotion finally pulled Tang En's gaze back. He looked at the curious players and smiled. "I'm really sorry. I just thought of something." Currently, the players in the team that he had not coached last season were Rebrov, Gareth Taylor, Gunnarsson, and Danny Sauna. He planned to give these people a brief recap of the previous situation.
"Yes, I thought of some things that happened when I first took over the team last season." Tang En was not in a hurry to arrange tactics. He began to tell a story. "Back then, the situation of the team was even worse than it is now. Yes, how bad was it … a financial crisis, no transfer fees, and all the money from the players' trades had to be used to pay off the debts. The team was in the middle of the table, and everyone wanted to escape from the City Ground Stadium. We lost several games in a row. In my first game in charge of the team, we lost 0: 3 to the opponent at home. I was even knocked to the ground by David and made a big fool of myself. "At this point, Tang En pointed at Johansson, and the black lad lowered his head in embarrassment.
"The situation was terrible. Those who were in the team last season must be very clear. And what was even worse was that we were about to face the super team, West Ham United, in the FA Cup. Even though they are now a First Division team like us, they were still very strong back then. That game … "Tang En raised his head. That game was truly unforgettable for him. "Before halftime, we were trounced by the opponent three times. Terrible, right? It was simply terrible! "
Although that was what he said, Tang En chuckled.
The senior players in the locker room also laughed along with them. Only a few newcomers looked at the people around them inexplicably. Was it funny to be three goals behind?
"At that time, we had no way out. None at all! If we didn't think of something in the second half, we would have lost even more goals! But the result? We trounced them by four goals! " Tang En shouted. The blood-boiling feeling he had felt in the City Ground that day had returned. "Four! Before the game, no one was optimistic about us. We made the super team, West Ham United, lose face! In the end, we could only rely on the referee to escape! That damned referee blew off two of our goals. Even though we lost to the opponent in terms of the rules, I never treated it as a defeat. "Tang En stood at the door of the locker room and said to the players who were attentively listening to him.
"And now? The team is ranked fourth from the bottom in the league. They just changed their manager and their morale is low. We encountered a lot of trouble before this game. We were trailing by one goal in the game. Those bastards in the stands used songs to agitate us. The fans were rioting and so on. Are we bound to lose? Don't joke around! "Tang En waved his hands." We're only trailing by one goal! We were trailing by three goals and we were able to pull it back, not to mention a mere one goal! "
"Michael! Andy! And everyone else, did you hear those songs in the stands just now? "Tang En asked loudly.
"Yes, boss," Andy replied in a low voice.
"What do you think?"
"I … I can't wait to kill those bastards!" Dawson clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The other Forest players were just as indignant as him. These people had experienced the pain of failing to get promoted last season.
"Me too." Tang En nodded and said, "But we can't do that. We can teach them a lesson in another way. "
The players all looked up at Tang En. In fact, they knew what method it was, but they were all looking forward to those words coming out of the boss's mouth.
"They sprinkled salt on our wounds, hoping to agitate us, make us lose our cool, make us feel at a loss, make us lose the will to fight, make us raise our hands and surrender! They thought they did it! We're now trailing by one goal and walking off the field dejectedly … Those idiots in Millwall, from the fans to the team, are all waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves! I bet the home team's locker room must be filled with laughter right now, just like what you can imagine! "
Tang En punched the door violently, making a loud bang.
"We've been insulted by them!" Tang En poked his chest and said, "Our fans have been insulted by them!" He pointed to the ceiling again. "Even the dead are brought out by those sons of b * tches to be insulted!!"
"Bang!" Another punch hit the door.
"Yes! They've succeeded! They've angered us! "
"Bang!"
"But they'll soon regret doing so! We'll let them know the consequences of angering us! "
"Bang!"
There was no other sound in the small locker room other than the banging sound of Tang En's fist hitting the metal door. Everyone looked at the almost crazed manager. The loud banging sound seemed to hit their hearts. It was telling them over and over again: What was a disgrace!
"Second half … Beat them with goals in the second half! Every time those bastards open their mouths to sing, we'll score a few goals from those sons of b * tches! Every time they sing, we score! Every time they sing, we score! Until those bastards no longer dare to open their mouths! They don't even f * cking allow them to open their mouths!! "
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"
Tang En's roar echoed in the room. His left fist seemed to be a red-hot iron ingot. The metal door of the locker room trembled and let out waves of mournful cries under his continuous banging.
Everyone was shocked by Tang En's murderous aura …
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