Godfather Of Champions

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!!!" John Mortensen shouted the word three times, louder than once. "Beautiful free kick tactical coordination! No one would have thought that Reid would send the football into the penalty area in this way, no one would have thought that the person who scored the goal would be David Johnson! God, he is only five feet Two inches (approximately 1.68 meters)! Set the ball to score! Well done!" These last two words, Mortensen said while looking at Lawrence next to him.

Laurenson smiled helplessly: "It's really beautiful, I overlooked this... The set kick, Dunn has put a lot of effort. But the game is not over yet, John, the beard is still on my mouth."

Mortensen smiled happily: "Don't be lucky, Mark. The forest team's offensive will not end here!"

Excited roars from the fans came from the Forest Bar: "That's right! Our offense is not over yet! Sheffield United boys, you have to suffer!"

Burns looked at these cheerful fans, smiled at the fat John next to him, and then the two touched the glasses together.

Mortensen is right, the forest team's offensive is not over yet. Twenty-four minutes, seven minutes after the first goal, the Forest team once again used the set ball to score. This time it was captain Michael Dawson who scored for the team. With a corner kick, Andy Reid looked at the goal, even if there were two Sheffield United defenders around him, Dawson jumped high and smashed the ball into the goal.

"2:0! 2:0! Michael Dawson! He has all the qualities to be a good player. He is the leader of the Forest team! He is Robin Hood!" Mortensen praised the young Dawson heartily," This little forest is destined to not keep him. He will definitely become an important player in the rich team. He is... a big man! Hey, Mark, your beard..."

Laurenson was almost incapable of quarreling with Mortensen. He stroked his beard back and forth, his eyes fixed on Tony Tang, who was first kneeling on the sidelines and waving his fists, and then rushed into Tony Don, who was still celebrating. Yep. It was Michael Dawson who scored the goal, but he, the head coach, seemed to be more excited than Dawson.

Maybe Mortensen was right. Tony Dunn, I can't see through...I really can't see through!

The Balamore Lane stadium fell silent, and only the Forest fans in the south stand were singing. No one thought that the Forest team would make the first move on the road, beating Sheffield United 2-0.

Dunn is in a good mood now. Although it was only halfway through the first half, there were still most of the game and a final. But he seems to have seen the door of the Premier League slowly opening to him. Behind that door, there is a more prosperous and newer world.

Compared with the excited Dunn, Sheffield coach Warnock was silent. He walked back to the coaching bench from the sidelines, then sat down and watched the game quietly, without making any adjustments to the 0:2 score. It seems that in the confrontation with Dun En, he has already shown defeat.

In the following game in the first half, the Forest team led by two goals and deliberately slowed down the pace, so the game returned to the opening fifteen minutes. The two sides started a tug of war in the midfield.

Warnock never got up from his seat until the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half. The whistle sounded, and he got up and walked straight back to the dressing room with no expression on his face.

On the other side, after hearing the whistle, Dunn got up and walked back to the dressing room happily after high-fiving Walker. All of his tactical plans have been realized. In the situation like this, it is impossible for him to ask the team to do better.

Originally, he wanted to tell everyone that Ian Bowyer was leaving after the play-offs, but after thinking about it, don't use it to interfere with the military's morale. Use it to boost morale in case the final is not going well.

Turning off the microphone, Mortensen pointed at Lawrenson's beard and laughed and said, "Mark, do you like electric or manual?"

During the intermission, whether in the locker room of the Balamore Lane visiting team at Sheffield United Stadium or in Nottingham, which is about thirty miles away, the Forest players and fans are very relaxed. In the away game, they beat their opponents 2:0. This score is enough to relax them and take a breath.

During the intermission, some people even discussed their opponents in the finals and the opponents they might encounter after being promoted to the Premier League.

Dunn looked at his men with a grin, and didn't stop it. But this is just the appearance. In fact, he is thinking about what might happen in the second half. He doesn't think that Warnock is an opponent willing to admit defeat in the second half. He will definitely make some changes in the second half and he must have enough. The contingency plan is the answer.

It is almost certain that Warnock will strengthen the offense, so Dunn's starting tactics can be useful. The midfield is all used for defense, and the offense is a long pass. It is simple and fast, accomplishes it, if it fails, it is absolutely greedy for offense. With two goals in hand, they have enough capital to defend forty-five minutes, even without a single shot. As long as he can defend, he is the hero of Nottingham Forest.

The League One playoffs are different from the other two rounds of home and away knockouts. There is only one condition for determining the outcome of this game-the score. The team with more goals wins, regardless of away goals. I had a 5:5 draw with my opponent in the away game, and it was useless to get five away goals. When I returned to the home court, let me make a 1:1, and I had to honestly play overtime and a penalty shootout.

The fifteen minutes of the intermission passed quickly, and the players from both sides stood on the court again and waited for the start of the second half.

Dunn met with the opposing head coach Warnock as he walked to the visiting team's coaching bench. The two of them stood face-to-face and didn't say hello, but Dunn really didn't know what to say at this time. He is accustomed to shaking hands with the opposing coach after the game, greeting, because at that time the result of the game has come out, he knows what mood he should use to face the opponent and what to say. It's only halftime, what should he say?

Say we are ahead of you, we are very hopeful to win? Or is it that although we are ahead of you, but you are not without chance? These words are not in line with Dunn's character.

So he lowered his head, planning to walk over quickly without seeing him. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Warnock.

"Coach Dunn, why do you want to run when you see me?"

Dunn rolled his eyes with his back to him, and then turned around with a smile on his face: "Ah, I'm so sorry. Actually I was thinking about something, I didn't see you, Mr. Warnock. What's the matter? ?"

Warnock stretched out his hand and wanted to shake hands with Dunn: "Nothing. I just want to congratulate you. From the fourteenth to the final sixth in the New Year’s league, you did a great job. Honestly, I didn’t expect it. Our final opponent will be you..."

Dunn also stretched out his hand, since the other party has expressed friendship, he has no reason not to appreciate it.

The two held hands together.

"No matter what the final result of this game is, I have to say, this is a wonderful game." Warnock said.

Dunn smiled and nodded in agreement, but as soon as the two separated and turned around, his brows wrinkled.

This **** old man didn't worry about losing his team at all! He is confident, and it seems that he is also determined to win this game. But... where does this confidence come from? He was behind by two goals, not me!

With some suspicion, Dunn returned to the coaching bench, and the game had blown the whistle. Walker asked concerned: "Where have you been?"

"I met Warnock, just chatted a few words." Dunn replied in response, and then focused all his attention on the game. He hoped to see Warnock's tricks and stop them in time.

After sitting down and watching the game for less than five minutes, he got up from his seat and was surprised that Walker next to him looked at him suspiciously.

Dunn ignored Walker's surprised eyes. He stared at Neil Warnock, who was standing on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, and gritted his teeth and cursed: "This old bastard!"

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