When the Forest team equalized the score, Mourinho sat in his seat without moving and did not say anything. The television broadcast gave him a close-up shot. Mourinho knew that there would be cameras coming over to join in the fun, so the expression on his face did not change. He did not give the television station and the commentator anything to use as a pretext.
Even so, John Motson and Lineker, who were sitting in the broadcast seats, could not stop laughing as they watched the scene unfold.
Tang En celebrated the goal on the sidelines with exaggerated excitement. Mourinho, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, treating Tang En, who was close at hand, as thin air.
Ten minutes ago, the two men's roles and positions had been completely swapped.
So, no matter how one looked at this scene now, it felt like a comedy.
After the match resumed, both sides entered a stalemate. No one could break it, or rather, they had no intention of breaking it. There were only a few minutes to the halftime break, and no one had any intention of wasting their energy on these last few minutes. This match was much more intense than any of the matches they usually played.
And neither manager said to seize the last chance in the first half to give their opponent another blow. After celebrating the goal, Tang En continued to stand on the sidelines, while Mourinho sat in the technical area without getting up.
Forty-five minutes had passed in the match, and the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
"1: 1! It's a very fair score. Both sides had chances in the first half and took advantage of them. Both players performed very well. This is in line with our pre-match predictions. It's indeed an exciting and intense match. "
"John, I think this can be treated as a rule. As long as Mourinho and Tony Twain's teams meet, it's hard not to be exciting and intense."
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The Forest players filed into the locker room. Ribéry shouted, "Take off your clothes, take off your clothes!"
Although it was normal to take off the sweat-drenched jerseys and change into a drier spare jersey after the first half of the match, Ribéry's purpose for shouting was definitely not that.
"Vest, vest … Wes, pen." Ribéry took the marker pen from Morgan's hand and then laid down on the players' seats. Starting from his vest, he wrote a sentence on it.
The others gathered behind him and watched as he wrote one by one.
Anelka watched as they scribbled on his spare vest and did nothing to stop them.
When it was Captain George Wood's turn, he handed over a white vest, which stunned Ribéry. "George? Don't you never wear these things? "
"Where are you going if you don't wear it?" Wood asked with a frown.
Ribéry chuckled and said, "What a pity, we were going to write it on your stomach …"
The locker room burst into laughter.
Tang En pushed open the door and entered the changing room, just in time to see this scene. The players formed a circle with George Wood in the middle and Ribéry half-kneeling on the ground. Apart from George Wood, the group laughed heartily, including Albertini and Anelka, who did not laugh much.
"What made you so happy?" He was also very interested.
Hearing Twain's words, everyone turned to look at him. Ribéry also stood up from the ground. "Boss, this is your fault."
"Blame me?" Tang En was confused.
"You knew the Romani kid would come to watch this match, didn't you?" Ribéry asked.
"Yeah, but I wanted to give you guys a surprise, so I told you guys about it before the match."
"You see …" Ribéry spread his hands. "We were completely unprepared. If you had told us a day earlier, we wouldn't have to write it on our vests now …"
The crowd parted, and Tang En finally saw what they were busy with. The white vests were written with a marker pen: Get well soon, we'll wait for you, Freddy!
He touched his nose, a little embarrassed.
"If I had done this when I scored the goal just now!" Ribéry made a gesture of lifting up his jersey. "Freddy would have seen it! Too bad … "
"Uh … It's not like we won't be able to score in the second half. We can still do this when the time comes!" Tang En also made a gesture of lifting up his jersey. "He's up there, and he'll still be there in the second half. He won't leave the field early." He pointed to the ceiling. "So until the final whistle blows, you'll have a chance to let him see this sentence."
Everyone thought Tang En was right, so they all nodded in agreement.
"You're right, Boss." Ribéry knelt down again and wrote that sentence on Wood's jersey. Regardless of whether they were playing or sitting on the substitutes' bench, everyone's jerseys had this sentence written on them.
Wood stood beside Ribéry, quietly looking down at the jerseys he had written on everyone's jersey.
Tang En was more interested in the other side of the matter. He asked, "Which one of you came up with this idea, Franck?"
"Do we even need to think about it?" Ribéry answered Tang En's question without raising his head as he busily wrote down jersey after jersey. "When I scored the goal, they ran over to celebrate and thought we should show it to Freddy. It's a pity there's nothing under the jerseys. Let's just write one. "
"Very good …" Tang En nodded. "Go do your own things. Don't crowd around." He waved his hands, and the players obediently returned to their cabinets. They picked up their jerseys and put them on, and began to change.
Taking advantage of this time, Tang En talked about the gains and losses of the first half.
"Well done, guys. Even though the first goal concede was a little surprising to me … "Tang En said casually as he leaned against the tactical board. He did not ask the players to stop what they were doing to listen to him. "But our goal must have surprised Mourinho."
There was a burst of laughter in the locker room.
"Play like this in the second half, but you two full backs …" Tang En pointed to Chimbonda and Leighton Baines. "Don't advance too quickly when defending."
The two men nodded. Chimbonda also knew that the goal concede had a lot to do with him.
"As for the rest … I have nothing to say. In short, you guys did a great job. I can't pick out any mistakes even with a magnifying glass. Playing against the top team in the league and a team that has been undefeated for ten consecutive games, are you guys particularly motivated? "
"Yes!"
"That's right, Boss!"
"Very good. Keep this momentum going. Let's come back here in forty-five minutes to celebrate the victory! "Tang En pointed to his feet.
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Unlike Tang En's relaxed expression, Mourinho's expression was now very serious.
In fact, the current draw was not considered bad. It was just that if the final equalizer was Chelsea, the expression on Mourinho's face might look better. Because now it made him feel like he was coming off the field as a loser.
In fact, his team's performance was not bad, which was normal. But who asked his opponent to be Tony Twain in this game? The last thing he wanted was to be at a disadvantage in front of this man.
Mourinho stood in front of the players and raised a finger. "In fact, the Forest team's midfield defense only has George Wood alone. But our offense did not put too much pressure on him, making it very easy for him in the midfield. That won't do! He is the core of the Forest team's defense. I ask you to put more pressure on him, constantly attack him, and cause trouble for him from all positions! Left, right, middle … "He turned around and quickly drew three lines on the tactical board behind him. "George Wood's collapse. The Forest team's collapse is not only in the defense, but also in the offense. Look at how they couldn't even win against Lille without Wood! "
"Also …" Mourinho suddenly remembered something. "As far as I know, George Wood is not a mild-tempered person. If possible … you guys think of a way to get him off."
Drogba whistled.
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At the end of the halftime interval, Mourinho grabbed Lampard, who was walking out. "Do you think I was joking when I said I wanted to get George Wood off?"
Lampard did not expect Mourinho to ask that. He froze for a moment and deliberated on how to answer. In the end, he shook his head. "No, boss."
Mourinho nodded. "Very well, I'm really not joking. Do you know why I want to talk to you alone? "
Lampard nodded. "Yes."
"You had the most direct contact with that kid in the game, and the longest time … How much do you know about him?"
"I've heard some things about him, just like you said, boss. He has a bad temper. "
Mourinho listened and nodded. "Yes, think of a way to anger him."
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At the start of the second half, the Forest players all wore vests with the words "Get well soon, we'll wait for you, Freddy" written on it. They worked hard for the second goal on the field.
Because of one sentence from Tang En, they suddenly had a new goal that was as important as winning the game.
"… He's there, and he'll be there in the second half. He won't leave the field early. So, as long as the referee blows the final whistle, you guys will have a chance to let Freddy see this sentence. "
A goal!
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