Tang En did not speak again. The locker room regained its silence, but there was still a torrent brewing under the calm. After a while, the panting in the room grew heavier. Tang En knew the time had come.
"All right, guys. You can't win just by being hot-blooded. We still need to use our brains. "He knocked on the tactical board." I think everyone has seen what kind of football Millwall plays. Who else plans to show off their footwork in front of them? No one. That's good. "
"In the first half, they tried their best to implement a full-court press. The effect was good, and we couldn't react. But I have to say that the other team's manager is an idiot. Their stamina is already showing problems. The second half is destined to be our world. Learn to use the width of the field. We'll shift and pass more, and play more simply. They want to fight to the death with us in the midfield. Don't give them such a chance. Quickly pass through the midfield. They like to play high balls, so we'll play with them! Taylor! "Tang En looked at Gareth Taylor, who had just returned from the reserves team.
"You go up in the second half and replace Johansson. Everyone, pay attention! "He raised his voice." If there's a chance, play a high ball! Their center backs can't compete with you in headers. Darren Ward, who is the best at headers, isn't even on the roster for this match. The 21-year-old Mark Phillips is still too young. He can't threaten you, "Tang En said, looking at Taylor. Everyone could see that the key to the team's victory in the second half rested on this guy.
"As for the other one … That bastard Muscat is only 1.78 meters tall, ten centimeters away from you. That guy's headers are far worse than his ability to break other people's legs! But the task I'm giving you isn't to beat him in headers. I want you to … get him off! Do you understand what I mean? "
Taylor thought about it, then nodded. "He has a yellow card."
Twain grinned and chuckled, "You're smart, big guy. Think of a way to get him off, but don't hurt yourself. Remember, it must be realistic! If you get a yellow card for diving, I won't sympathize with you. "He pointed.
Taylor nodded again. "I understand what to do."
Entrusting Taylor with an important task in front of the entire team was a way for Tang En to buy the hearts of the team. As the saying goes, hit first, then give candy.
After assigning tasks to Taylor, everyone knew what the Forest team's tactics were in the second half: to use Taylor, who was 1.88 meters tall and had excellent heading ability, as the bridgehead to attack the front field. Whether he was asked to shoot or pass the ball, it had to go through his head first.
"Rebrov, your job in this game is not to organize the offense, but to score. Taylor will soon be noticed by the opponent. He will attract all of Millwall's attention. You have to stay by his side at all times. When he snatches the ball down, you have to get ahead of the Millwall players to get the second point of contact, and then … I don't care how you do it, blast the ball into their goal! "
Rebrov nodded vigorously.
"Next … Eugen Bopp, you should reflect on that stupid yellow card in the first half. If I had a substitute for a defensive midfielder, I would definitely replace you right now. "Tang En stared at the German youngster. Pope lowered his head, not daring to look at him. "But you're lucky. Other than you and Gunnarsson, we don't have any other defensive midfielders. You still have to stay on the field, but watch your movements. Don't take the initiative to request a red card for me! "
"I … I got it, Boss," Pope replied in a low voice.
"Gunnarsson, Pope has a card on him. Help him out in the second half. The two of you work together to watch Cahill! Don't give him the chance to shoot long shots like he did in the first half! "Tang En waved his fist. In the first half, it was because Pope and Gunnarsson did not manage to surround him in time that Cahill could easily take a shot.
"Yes, sir," the Icelander replied expressionlessly.
"As for their captain …" Tang En closed his eyes and paused for a moment. From now on, he was going to say goodbye to his past. Dennis … let me send you on your last journey!
"A 37-year-old old man is nothing to be afraid of!"
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While Tang En was assigning tasks to the players and arranging tactics, Des Walker ran out alone to check on the situation on the field. The stands that had been in a commotion had regained its calm. However, at a glance, there were still many empty seats. They must have been taken away by the police or sent directly to the hospital.
Three rows of heavily armed riot police stood on both sides of the away team's stands. Occasionally, fans from both sides would engage in verbal sparring across the three layers of human walls, but the situation had basically calmed down. It looked like the second half could proceed as usual.
Just then, the referees came out of the referee's lounge. Walker looked at them with a questioning gaze. The fourth official nodded to him and said, "The second half of the game can continue, Mr. Manager."
Walker smiled. "That's really good news." If the referees decided to cancel the second half and postpone the game, the one who would suffer the most would be Nottingham Forest and Tony Twain.
Seeing Walker's reaction, the fourth official stopped and said to him, "I also think it's good news, Mr. Manager. I also hope that what we see in the second half is a game and nothing else. So, please tell your manager to calm down on the sidelines. "
Walker shrugged. "Are you going to say the same thing to Millwall's manager and their fans again? Mr. Referee. "
The fourth official did not know how to answer the question. He froze for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'll report everything that happens in this game to the Football Association. Goodbye, Mr. Manager, and good luck. "He turned and left.
Looking at the man's back, Walker laughed and said loudly, "You should wish Mr. McRally good luck!"
He turned and walked to the locker room. When he opened the door, he found that Twain was almost done.
"Tony, the second half will proceed on time." He brought the best news to Twain.
Twain smiled. "Great! Guys, you don't have to worry about having nowhere to vent your anger! Do you remember everything I said? "
"Yes, Boss!" The players replied loudly.
"Close your eyes and think about how they treated us in the first half! What did you think of? How do you feel? "Twain was like a wizard, patiently guiding the players to the state he wanted them to be.
Michael Dawson clenched his fists and trembled slightly. "I … I want to go up and play! Boss! I want those b * stards to shut up! "
"Then go! Go f * ck them up! "Twain and Walker stepped aside from the door, and the players rushed out like a swarm of bees. "Let them understand … the consequences of angering us!"
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After the kickoff of the second half, the boos from the Millwall fans in the stands did not lessen at all. They could even hear songs insulting Gavin. Twain was no longer competing with the fans in the stands behind the technical area. He stood by the side of the field with both hands in his pockets, watching the ongoing game with a serious face.
He looked as if he was very worried about the outcome of the game, because his team was one goal behind. McRally sat in the technical area with his legs crossed, ready to enjoy a good show.
A good show … whose good show was it?
Cahill tried to dribble the ball and break through from the middle, but he was shut out by the combined efforts of Gunnarsson and Pope. Gunnarsson, who intercepted the ball, passed it to Andy Reid on the left flank. Reid's long passes were his advantage. He followed Twain's instructions and directly lifted his leg to find Gareth Taylor in front.
The person defending Taylor was not Muscat, but the young Mark Phillips. He could not compare to Taylor in terms of experience or physique. The two had not even taken off and had already lost — he was squeezed in front of Taylor and could not get a landing spot at all!
Now that Taylor had not entered the penalty area, it was impossible for him to directly head the ball into the goal. As he fought for position with Phillips, he saw Rebrov running up from behind. Wise was closely following him. Should he pass the ball to him?
When he saw Reid pass the ball to Taylor, Rebrov ran forward. Unfortunately, the experienced Wise guessed the Forest team's tactics almost instantly and also followed. This created a big problem for the Ukrainian's next move.
Stop the ball? It was likely to be intercepted by Wise. That little man's feet were too fast! Moreover, there were not many players in Millwall's rear defensive line. He had hoped to directly rush over and take advantage of the situation to break through the defenders who were too close to each other and then face the goalkeeper. Now it looked like he could not think about it.
In order to prevent Wise from intercepting the ball, he could only stop the ball to the side. Although he maintained possession of the ball in this way, he also lost the best opportunity to attack.
What was he going to do?
Collymore was gone. Originally, Rebrov thought his days in the Forest team had come to an end, but he did not expect the words of the new manager and a change in the last game to give him a new lease on life. Yes, although he was originally a striker, when he was at Tottenham Hotspur, he did not achieve results worthy of his title as a striker, and it was the same when he came to the Forest team. Just as he began to doubt his ability, Twain told him that if he moved his position back 20 meters, he would see a completely different world.
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