Because this was an important match, it was chosen to be broadcast live to the entire country. The commentator, John Motson, looked at the score and shook his head. "Manager Tony Twain's promotion of younger players has brought him many benefits. It has made Forest more impactful, stronger physically, and more spirited. In return, he has obtained the first championship trophy in his coaching career. But now, he has also paid the price. At the most crucial moment, the young players lack the experience to deal with such situations. Their mentality has changed too much … and they are not stable enough. "
He was right. These young people were too emotional. They could be happy for half a day with some nice words, but they would immediately shut up when given a little attitude.
Twain was really furious about the team's performance in the first half. From being blindly arrogant and underestimating the opponent to being at a loss, to being so nervous that they did not know what to do … If they lost the match because of this, he reckoned that he would have the thought of banging his head against the wall.
In Forest's locker room, the players clearly knew that they did not perform well. After returning, they did not dare to breathe too loudly and sat with their heads down.
A series of footsteps came from outside the door. It was their opponents, the jubilant West Bromwich Albion players. They laughed loudly as they passed by Forest's locker room and turned into the away team's lounge.
The sound intensified the agitation for the Forest players. They felt humiliated at the thought of the first half. Before the match, they felt how strong they were and that it was only natural for them to be promoted to the English Premier League. But in the end?
The sound of footsteps came from afar and continued until they reached the door before disappearing.
They did not need to look up to know who it was this time.
Twain walked in with a black face and looked at the silent players with their heads down. The anger in his chest did not diminish in the slightest because of their current performance. After seeing the team's performance in the first half, if he could still not scold them, then he was really too good-tempered, so good-tempered that he had no principles!
His hoarse voice rang slowly in the locker room. He did not speak quickly or loudly, but everyone could clearly feel his anger.
"Who still remembers what we said before? Do I need to repeat it? League One is not a place we should be in! Our goal is the Premier League! The opponents we need to face are teams like Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool, Chelsea, and Newcastle! And those strong teams in Europe! Not these lousy teams in the First Division! Our goal is great! We are a team that will participate in the UEFA Europa League next season! And now … now you're going to lose to an A-League team! " Tang En seemed to have completely regarded his Forest team as a Premier League team. "You're actually going to lose to West Bromwich Albion! Hmm? West Brom?! That idiot who relied on his dog shit luck to strut around above us! You actually want to lose to them!? "
After roaring, Tang En slammed the locker room door shut and left. Now he did not need to set up any tactics. They had been setting up the tactics for this game for a whole week. The team falling behind was not a problem of tactics at all.
With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut. The locker room regained its silence. Tang En's action made it clear to everyone how furious he was at that moment.
Walking out of the locker room, Tang En walked straight to the field and returned to the technical area. The rain was still falling, but it was much lighter than the first half.
Do I still have to fall at the most critical moment? What was the difference between falling before the finish line and at the starting line? For unsuccessful people, no matter how well they did, they would still be unsuccessful. When you touch your chest and say, "I did my best," are you really willing? Do you really feel that your conscience is clear? Do you really not feel the slightest tightness in your chest and shortness of breath? Why can't we let our opponents sourly say, "I did my best," instead of having us say it?
Tang En sat alone in the technical area, looking at the empty field and the sparse number of fans in the stands. It had been a year and a half. He had been here for a year and a half. Looking back, he could still vividly remember how many things he had experienced and how many people he had met in the past year and a half.
Because it was still raining, most of the fans in the stands had gone to take shelter from the rain. The ones who were still at their posts were probably the true hardcore, the truly fanatical Forest fans. These people did not make up a large portion of the fan base, but their voices were the loudest. The incessant singing of cheering for the team in the first half was almost entirely from them.
These people gathered in the north stands of the City Ground, near the banks of the Trent River. They wore red Forest jerseys and held Forest scarves in their hands. Even during the halftime interval, they were still singing and clapping rhythmically. Perhaps they were not cheering for the team now, because the players had all returned to the locker room. They were probably just entertaining themselves.
Tang En saw the figures of Fat John and Skinny Bill in the crowd. He narrowed his eyes and carefully confirmed. There was no mistaking it. It was them. Their actions were all too familiar, and they looked like the leaders of the group. This discovery distracted Tang En. He got up and walked over, intending to ask Fat John why these people were still drenched in the rain at this time instead of going to the stadium's restaurant to enjoy a glass of beer.
When Tang En braved the rain and walked to the front of the north stands, the fans also noticed him. They stopped singing and looked at the team's manager, the man who had won their respect with his actual performance.
"John! Bill! Why are you guys still here? "Tang En shouted loudly from below. "It's halftime. Why are you still singing here?"
"Rehearsal, Tony! We're rehearsing! "John replied in a hoarse voice. These fans' throats were the fastest to wear out. Because they had been singing and yelling non-stop for 90 minutes, their throats were practically their standard equipment.
"Rehearsal? This is not a singing competition! Are you going to compete with the West Bromwich Albion people to see who can sing better? "
"They're far from us!" Bill said disdainfully. "We're rehearsing how we're going to beat that bunch of West Bromwich Albion bastards in the second half! In the stands! "His words received everyone's approval. A burst of rough laughter came from the north stands.
Tang En could not help but laugh. These fans who clearly distinguished between love and hate were really cute.
Fat John thought of a problem. "Tony, it's halftime now. What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in the locker room? "
Tang En shrugged. "I've said what I need to say. I'm just out for a walk."
"Tony! What are your plans after arriving in the English Premier League? "This was perhaps the plan that the fans were most concerned about.
"Who are you going to buy? Do you need me to scout for you? I'm doing it for free. You don't need a single cent to get a world-class scout! The reward is for the players to give me their autographs every day … "
"Come on, Steve. Don't bring up your in-game people. I'm sick of hearing it! "John dug his ears. The people next to him laughed.
"Actually, I think Everton's Rooney is very good! He'll become a superstar. Tony, let's buy him! "
"No, I like AC Milan's Kaka! We should buy him! "
"Why not Beckham? Aren't the newspapers analyzing the possibility of him returning to England? "
These fans gave Tang En ideas one after another, even though the people they wanted to buy were very unreliable. Tang En smiled and said, "Hey, hey, we're still behind now. It's not even certain if we can go to the English Premier League."
"No!" This time, the fans stopped arguing and answered Tang En in unison. "We'll definitely win! Those bastards from West Bromwich Albion can't stop us! Tony, are you wavering? Don't you believe we can win? "
Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him. Tang En felt the expectations and trust in him from this scene. The weight was not light. Michael … Did you use to look at me and my team like this from the stands, just like these people? What about you, Gavin?
These people looked at Tang En and did not say a word.
"Are you waiting for me to answer? That's a stupid question … "Tang En said, shaking his head.
Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, the Forest fans in the north stands collectively said on his behalf, "Of course we'll win!!"
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