Godfather Of Champions

In the locker room during the intermission, Dunn vigorously praised Heilwood's performance in the first half, and also praised the performance of all the midfielders. They played their pre-match requirements and also played the usual training results. He has nothing to say, just ask the team to play like the first half.

In another lounge, it was another scene.

Stuart Murdoch vented all the anger in his heart in the first half to his players. In the locker room, he relentlessly scolded everyone, even the best goalkeeper Davis in the first half could not escape bad luck.

"...Francis (Damien`Francis), Connolly (David`Connolly), Shipley (Neil`Shipperley) what are you three doing? If I can't find where the opponent's goal is, I can show you! Nigel`Reo-Coker (Nigel`Reo-Coker), you are the captain. At this time, you should stand up, whether it is shooting a goal or assisting a teammate, in short, it is not running around like this! Lewington (Dean`Lewington)! This is the first time you have played for the first team. If you don't want to return to the reserve team after this game, you can cheer me up!"

After reprimanding the players, the Murdoch coach took a sigh of relief.

"This season we moved and lost a lot of fans. But no matter what, we still bear the name of'Wimbledon'! We are still the'Kang Gang'! When has the Kuang Gang been afraid of those bastards? You **** His performance on the court is simply an insult to that great name! Vinnie`Jones, Dennis`Wise, Lawrie`Sanchez, David Vicente (Dave) `Beasant), Alan Kirk, Brian Gal... If they are still here!" Murdoch reported the names of those people one by one, using accents every time he said them, and after reciting his angry fingers He said at his feet, "They will scream and rush out to tear the **** in Nottingham Forest to pieces! This is crazy football! Over the years, we have gradually lost this spirit. Today's game, I I want you to get it back!!!"

When the second half restarted, Dunn was sitting on the coach's bench and chatting with Walker. Michael in the stands behind stopped criticizing Dunn's football and began to concentrate on the game. Everything looks good.

But after five minutes, Dunn couldn't laugh anymore. In these five minutes, Wimbledon fouled a total of seven times, ate two yellow cards, and the players turned their backs on the court for a while. It was so lively! Seeing this scene, a flash in his mind was the second half of the game between the Forest and West Ham...

His rapid advance tactics are useless in front of Wimbledon's brutal defense, and the turnover rate is higher. The players seem to be afraid of physical confrontation with Wimbledon players, because these people are not playing football at all, but football...

Murdoch, the coach who seemed very incompetent in the first half, was also very active at this time. He stood on the sidelines and shouted: "Shovel their feet for me! Idiot!"

Dunn heard this sentence clearly. "This bastard..." He said this in the locker room during the halftime with West Ham, but he was not arrogant enough to shout openly on the sidelines of the game.

"This is normal, Tony. When I was playing football, the coaches used to shout like this." Walker explained to Dunn that he listened too much, so he didn't react as much as Dunn.

"No, Des. You misunderstood me. I know this is normal, and I will do it too, but I just can't let others use it on my team." This is Dunn's "double standard." Desi shrugged, disapproving, he just treated it as Dunn's stiff mouth.

Ten minutes passed, and the scene remained unchanged. Wimbledon completely took the initiative with a rough kick. Mortensen said that if the game keeps playing like this, the captain of the Forest team will become the best of the game, because he is so conspicuous...Almost every shot has his busy figure.

This kind of game exercises the guard very much, but Dunn is anxious that his guard will not be trained in a game. He can't sit still, how can he break the opponent's brutal kick?

He thought for a while, and it seemed that he could only expect the referee to make stricter penalties and punish the opponent as soon as possible. But... But the roughness of Wimbledon abounds in the lower-level leagues in England. The referee is probably used to it. At most, he stops and then verbally warns. Unless there is a particularly serious foul, a card warning will be issued.

And Dunn could see that the opposing coach arranged for the players to take turns to foul, not all let one or two people complete this difficult task. This can distract the referee and his player's chances of winning cards. This capitalist enemy... is so cunning!

It can't be said that Dunn can't think of a way because he is not good. At its peak, Wimbledon can make Liverpool, which dominates British football, lose face, crying and run back to the locker room, and hand over the FA Cup; it can also make Manchester United, who have Giggs and others, raise their hands and surrender. It's really hard to find a way to restrain the barbaric play, so they were promoted to the third division in four years and won the FA Cup in five years.

Of course, today's Wimbledon is no longer the "crazy gang" that everyone is afraid of, but Dunn's Nottingham Forest is no longer the red whirlwind sweeping Europe. The two teams played against each other, and there was nothing wrong with this kind of play.

Fourteen minutes later, Wimbledon got higher and higher. It seems that they don't want to defend anymore. There is a lot of space in the backcourt, as long as a big foot comes over it is a single shot. But the forest team's ball was grabbed by their crazy frontcourt, so they couldn't get past the center line!

Wimbledon took three consecutive shots and finally got a corner kick. Except for goalkeeper Kevin Davis, almost everyone rushed to the forest to grab a point.

Johansson stayed in the middle circle according to the predetermined tactics and waited for the counterattack. He looked at the empty surroundings and looked confused: What happened to Wimbledon? The game is less than 60 minutes, so they are so desperate? But this is also an opportunity. If they use this opportunity to score a goal, it will be useless for them to be crazy.

He clenched his fist. Heilwood had already scored two goals. How could he not miss a goal.

So he stood on the center line, prepared to sprint at any time, and then turned to look at the crowded front of his team.

Wimbledon’s midfielder Damien Francis took a corner kick, and Leggettwood’s header was hit! The forest team's penalty area suddenly became chaotic. In this chaotic situation, Dean Lewinton, who was ambushing at the back point, suddenly shot out and headed for the top!

"Goal scored! Wimbledon got a goal back! Dean Lewinton! This is his first official game this season, and he brings hope to Wimbledon!"

Hundreds of obsessive Wimbledon fans set off a frenzy of celebration in their stands. Lewinton was crushed by his crazy teammates and celebrated the goal that allowed them to regain confidence and hope.

Seeing the opponent celebrating the goal, Johnson waved helplessly. It's good now. He has already stood on the tee point. He doesn't have to go away at all, just wait here for the tee.

From the time Wimbledon was preparing to take the corner kick, Dunn slid his body out of the coach's bench and stared at the court with attention. Seeing Lewinton score a goal, he opened his hands and shrugged in disappointment, feeling a little regretful. But there was too much movement next door. Coach Murdoch rushed to the sidelines with his arms high, then rushed back from the sidelines, hugged everyone, and the bench was full of joy.

Dunn turned his head to look at them several times, and then muttered uncomfortably: "It's just a ball, just so happy, really worthless!"

Of course, this ball also sounded the alarm for him. Wimbledon's offensive was in full swing, and the frontcourt press made his team miserable. For ten minutes, Ian Jess did not show any performance, it was time to replace him.

Dunn decided to change to a defensive midfielder and regain control of the midfielder, first to beat the arrogance of Wimbledon. He asked Walker to call Eugen`Bopp, who was warming up.

The 19-year-old Eugen Pope is not an Englishman, but a German, and a German born in Ukraine. The product of the Bayern Munich Youth Academy has been selected for the German national team under the age of 16. He was specially dug from Germany by Paul Hart. He just arrived in Nottingham last season and played 19 times on behalf of the first team and scored a goal.

Dunn believes that Paul Hart's eyesight is really good. With a height of 183 meters and a weight of 81 kilograms, coupled with the traditional German football training from an early age, he has a tenacious will and tough style of play. These characteristics happen to be what Dunn needs most in this game.

Since Dunn took office, Pope has only played a full 90-minute game. He thought he was going to gradually lose his position under the new coach. So when Walker called out his name, he ran back quickly. Dunn was very satisfied with the attitude of the German boy, nodded, and began to explain the tactics: "Eugen, do you see what we are doing on the field?"

"Not very good, coach..." the young man said in poor English, "they grabbed... very fierce and very fast."

Dunn smiled: "Yes, they are very aggressive, and the rhythm is faster than us. So I let you play, you and Smeka partner in the midfield, the main task is to defend. Their No. 26 (in Ocock) and No. 8 (Francis) are the core. Both the defense and the offense are initiated by those two people. I want you to go up and cut off the connection between them. At the same time, they are crazy... crazier than Wimbledon. Don’t be afraid of making mistakes in the midfield. The more chaotic the midfield, the better. Can it be done?

Dunn said, Pope nodded once, and finally he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, coach. I can do it." He hopes to impress the head coach with his performance and help his future in the team. Win a bright spot.

Pat the young man on the shoulder and let him go back to undress and get ready to play. But Dunn picked up a bottle of water from the sidelines, intending to pour himself a sip, pour the fire on his heart. Just unscrewing the bottle cap, he glanced at the coaching bench next door, and the annoying head coach jumped up again.

Ok?

He turned around abruptly and saw the Wimbledon man celebrating on the court.

What's going on, this is? Are you still celebrating that goal? He looked up again to look at the big screen of the stadium, which clearly scored 2:2!

Fuck! This is less than five minutes! Dunn was furious, and threw the water bottle in his hand forcefully. The splashed water happened to spray on the fourth referee. The fourth referee hadn't reacted yet and froze in place. Dunn quickly pretended not to see it, walked back to the coaching bench, and then asked Walker what happened just now.

"Francis's long shot..." Walker replied feebly.

"What a **** bastard!" Dunn scolded, and then he didn't know what to say. At this time, Pope, who had just taken off his vest, stood on the bench at a loss. He plucked up the courage to ask the head coach who seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Coach... me, am I still on?"

"Of course! Why not? Go up and shovel the **** for me!" He pushed Pope out.

Seeing Murdoch jumping and jumping on the sidelines, Dunn's mood was even worse. A two-goal lead turned into a tie, and no one would feel comfortable.

Pope stood on the sidelines with expectation and enthusiasm, doing the final warm-up, when he suddenly heard the coach calling him again.

"Eugen, shovel their feet! Don't be afraid of fouls, if you are sent off, I will go to the FA to make trouble!" Dunn put his hands together and shouted like a trumpet, "Anyway, I'm familiar..."

He firmly can't tolerate today's victory becoming a tie, and maybe Walker thinks it's nothing-we'll wait another round or two. But Dunn didn't want to wait for a minute. In the forest bar that day, he said to Burns that "I hate failure" was not a pretense. He really hated failure. As a Chinese fan, has he faced fewer failures?

Whether it is football or my life in China, it's a mess and a complete failure! Now God has given me a chance to do it again. I will never taste the taste of failure again. I want to win! Keep **** winning!

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