Godfather Of Champions

Dunn stopped talking, and the locker room was quiet again, but there was still a torrent of water brewing in this calm. After a while, the gasp in the room became heavier, and Dunn knew that the time had come.

"Well, guys, you can't win with just a shot of blood. We still need to use our brains." He tapped on the tactical board. "What kind of football Millwall plays, I think everyone can see. . Who else intends to show their footwork in front of them? No one, good."

"In the first half, they desperately implemented a full-court press. The effect was good. We couldn't react. But I want to say that the opposing head coach is an idiot. Their stamina has already had problems. The second half is destined to be our world. Using the width of the court, we use more transfers and direct passes to make it easier to play. They want to fight with us in the midfield, don't give them such a chance to pass the midfield quickly... They like to play high ball, we play with them! Tyler!" Dunn looked at Gareth Tyler, who had just returned from the reserve team.

"You go in the second half and take the place of Johnson. Everyone pays attention!" He raised his voice. "If you have a chance, play a high ball! Their central defender can't compete with you for a header. Darren who can top the ball best Ward (Darren`Ward) is not even in the big squad for this game. 21-year-old Mark`Phillips (Mark`Phillips) is too young to threaten you." Dunn looked at Taylor and said, Everyone can see that the key to the team's victory in the second half lies with this guy.

"As for the other one... the **** of Muscat is only 1.78 meters tall, which is ten centimeters away from you. That guy's header level... is far worse than his ability to tackle someone else's leg! But... My task for you is not to beat him in the header. I want you to... get him down! Do you know what I mean?"

Taylor thought for a while, then nodded: "He has a yellow card on him."

Dunn grinned and grinned: "You are very smart and big. Try to get him down, but don't hurt yourself. Remember, be realistic! If you get a yellow card because of a flop, I will not sympathize with you ." He pointed his finger far away.

Taylor nodded again: "I know how to do it."

Entrusting Taylor with a heavy responsibility in front of the whole team is a means for Dunn to buy the hearts of this team. The so-called hit the board before giving the sugar.

After assigning Taylor to the task, everyone knows what the Forest team’s tactics are in the second half: Taylor, who is 1.88 meters tall and has excellent header ability, serves as the bridgehead of the offensive frontcourt. Whether it is for him to shoot or make the ball, he must Pass his head first.

"Lebrov, your task in this game is not to organize the offense, but to score. Taylor will soon be watched by the opponent. He will attract all the defensive attention of Millwall. You must always follow him. . When he fights the ball down, you must get the second spot ahead of Millwall’s players, and then... I don’t care what method you use, blast the ball into their gate!"

Rebrov nodded vigorously.

"Next... Eugen Pope, you should reflect on that stupid yellow card in the first half. If I have a backup midfielder, I will definitely replace you now." Dunn stared at the German teenager and said. Pope lowered his head not to look at him. "But your kid is lucky. We don't have any other midfielders except you and Gunnarson. You still have to stay on the court, but pay attention to your actions and don't take the initiative to apply for a red card for me!"

"I...I see, boss." Pope replied in a low voice.

"Gunalson, Pope has a card in his possession. You help him in the second half. You two will join forces to look at Cahill! Don't give him long-range shots like the first half!" Dunn waved. fist. In the first half, it was because Pope and Gunnarson did not enclose in time that Cahill calmly started.

"Okay, sir." The Icelander replied blankly.

"As for their captain..." Dunn closed his eyes and paused for a while. From now on, he would say goodbye to the past completely. Dennis... let me give you one last ride!

"The thirty-seven-year-old man, don't be afraid!"

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While Dunn was assigning tasks to the players and arranging tactics, Des Walker ran out alone to see the situation on the court. The stand where the riot occurred has been calm again, but there are still a lot of seats empty at first glance. It should be taken away by the police or sent directly to the hospital...

Three rows of heavily armed riot police stood on each side of the visiting team's stands. On both sides, there were occasional fans who babbled across the three-story wall, but the situation has basically calmed down. It seems that the second half can proceed normally.

The referees just walked out of the referee lounge. Walker looked at them with questioning eyes. The fourth official nodded at him: "The second half of the game can continue, Mr. Coach."

Walker smiled: "It's really good news." If the referees decide to cancel the second half and postpone the game, in fact, it is the Nottingham Forest that has been hit hardest by Tony Dunn.

Seeing Walker's reaction, the fourth official stopped and said to him: "I also think this is good news, Mr. Coach. I also hope that we all see a game in the second half and nothing else. So , Please tell your coach and let him calm down on the sidelines."

Walker shrugged. "Are you going to say the same thing to the Millwall coach and their fans again? Mr. Referee."

The fourth official did not know how to answer this question. He froze for a while, then shook his head and said: "I will report everything about this game to the FA. Goodbye, Mr. Coach, good luck to you." Turned and left.

Looking at this person's back, Walker laughed and said loudly, "You should wish Mr. McCrelly good luck!"

He turned and walked towards the locker room, opened the door, and found that Dunn had already said almost.

"Tony, the second half is on time." He brought Dunn the best news.

Dunn smiled: "Excellent! Guys, you don't have to worry about your anger nowhere to vent! Remember all I said?"

"Remember, 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?" Dunn was like a wizard, tempting these players to reach the state he wanted.

Michael Dawson clenched his fists, trembling slightly: "I...I want to go to the game! Boss! I want those **** to shut up!"

"Go ahead! Go **** them!" Dunn and Walker stepped aside from the door, and the players rushed out in a swarm. "Let them understand... anger our fate!"

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After the kick-off of the second half of the game, the booing of Millwall fans in the stands did not decrease at all, and even singing insulting Gavin could be heard. Dunn stopped competing with the fans in the stands behind the coaching bench. He stood on the edge of the court with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ongoing game with a serious face.

It seems that he is very worried about the outcome of the game because his team is one goal behind. McCrelly sat on the coach’s bench with his legs crossed, ready to enjoy a good show.

A...who's good show?

Cahill tried to dribble the ball through the center, but he was locked out of the gate by Gunnerson and Pope. Gunnarsen, who stumbled the ball, passed the football to Andy Reid on the left. Reid's long pass is his advantage. He directly kicked up to find Gareth Taylor in front of Dunn's orders.

Now it is not Muscat who is defending Taylor, but the young Mark Phillips. He cannot be compared with Taylor in terms of experience or body. Before the two took off, they had already lost first-he was squeezed in front of Taylor by Tyler and couldn't get the spot at all!

Now that Taylor has not entered the penalty area, it is impossible to head directly. While battling Phillips, he saw Lebrov running up from behind. Wise is following him closely. Should he pass the ball to him?

When he saw Reid pass the ball to Taylor, Lebrov ran forward, but the experienced Wise guessed the Forest team's tactics almost instantly and followed. This created a lot of trouble for the Ukrainians in their next move.

Stop the ball? It is likely to be cut off by Wise. That little guy's feet are too fast! And now there are not many people on the back of Millwall's defense. He originally hoped to go straight over and break through the guards who are too close to each other, and then face the goalkeeper. Now it seems that he doesn't think about it.

In order to prevent Wise from breaking the football, he could only stop the football to the side, so that although he kept possession of the ball, he also lost the best opportunity to attack.

What is he going to do?

Collymore left. Originally, Rebrov thought that his days with the Forest team had come to an end, but he did not expect that the new head coach's remarks and a change in the last game would give him a new life. Yes, although he was originally a shooter, he did not achieve the same score as the forward title when he was at Tottenham Hotspur, and the same is true for the Forest. Just when he began to doubt his abilities, Dunn told him that if you move the position back twenty meters, you will see a completely different world.

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