Chapter 11 We Were Raped (Part 1)

The singing in the stands of the city stadium continued, and the time passed by every minute. In the final stage of the game, West Ham had a little counterattack, and they didn't want to end the trip to Nottingham in such an embarrassing way.

It's a pity that West Ham, who replaced Defoe, lost their last offensive arrow and could only push Joe Cole up. Joe Cole is not forward material. He is at home in midfield, but once in the penalty area, he is at a loss. Michael Dawson was able to defend such a Joe Cole with ease, and he didn't need Tang En to worry about anything off the court.

On the contrary, the suppressed West Ham gave the Forest team more opportunities to counterattack. Tang En sneered inwardly when he saw the anxious Rhodes waving his arms non-stop to signal the team to press on him from the sidelines. It's all this time, what's the use of pressing up. Worried that one ball advantage is not enough? Why did you go early?

Tang En decided to use the second substitution spot of the game. He called David Johnson, who was warming up, to his side, and signaled him to come on to replace Leicester, and Hale Wood took turns attacking West Ham's defense. Because Tang En discovered a problem. The central defender Gary Breen, who was replaced by West Ham in the second half, actually played as a deep-back central defender. He often dragged at the end of the back line all day long. This is obviously a good opportunity that can be used to play a quick counterattack. So Twain asked Johnson to play and send a message to Reed: "Be more direct. Don't be afraid of offside, as long as you seize one chance, you can kill them!"

The fourth official raised his card again and Johansen replaced Leicester.

When Leicester walked to the sidelines, Tang En took the initiative to extend his hand to him: "Good job, Jack. Go to the locker room and take a shower."

Lester stretched out his hand but shook his head: "No, I don't want to go back to the locker room at this time, I have to be with everyone."

Tang En smiled and shook hands with him: "Then you can stay here."

By this time, Twain was still full of confidence in winning this match. It's strange that no one told him that this game will definitely win, as far as he can remember, he has never heard of this game, don't know what the final score is, what the result is, but he is so firm that they will win. Where does this confidence come from?

Maybe it was the singing fans in the stands, maybe it was the players running hard on the court, maybe it was Des Walker sitting behind him supporting him, maybe... something else.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the excitement he had been feeling before could finally calm down. For the first forty minutes, he seemed to be in a dream, and what he stepped on was not solid ground, but white clouds. Did he really lead a first-tier team to force the Premier League team into such a mess? I'm not playing a Football Manager game, am I? Running on the field and executing their own orders is not a rigid statistic, they are living people. He wasn't talking on paper with a group of drunken fans in a tavern, all this really came true, and his set of things could defeat the enemy.

Tang En felt that this was his greatest achievement.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the packed stands and the players running back and forth on the field, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Johansen's playing showed Tang En's talent and talent in commanding on the spot. He had just played for half a minute before he got an excellent opportunity. It's a pity that the Jamaican missed the ball when facing James.

Watching the football rubbing against the goal post, the Forest fans let out a huge sigh. There is not much time left in the game. If the goal is scored, then West Ham United can be won by taking advantage of this breath. All Forest fans are looking forward to how to celebrate this victory in the evening.

Twain was also very sorry. He squatted on the sidelines with his head in his arms and sighed.

Standing up again, I looked at the electronic scoreboard, and there were three minutes left. The fourth official has not indicated how many minutes of stoppage time there will be, but after Bowyer and Defoe's trouble, it should be five minutes. There are still eight minutes to score two goals...it seems a bit difficult.

At this time, he resented the referee again. If Dawson's ball hadn't been blown out, they would now be able to knock out West Ham with one goal.

While he was annoyed by this, the Forest team had another great opportunity!

It was Reid again, another slash through the midfield, Johansen made a beautiful start, received the football in front of the penalty area, and then kicked the goal!

The football hit the net hard!

But this time, without waiting for the players and fans of the Forest team to cheer and celebrate, the linesman became the protagonist. He held the flag flat and pointed to the far end, which meant that it was obvious-Johnson was offside.

Johnson didn't understand the penalty. He pointed to himself and asked the line referee "What" and "What". The line referee didn't answer his question, but just raised the flag and looked ahead. It was as if Johansen standing in front of him was air.

Other Forest players also gathered around to question the linesman's judgment. Huge boos sounded from the stands, this time it was no longer aimed at their own team, the object of the fans' dissatisfaction was the referee.

On the contrary, Twain on the sidelines did not show any extreme expressions.

Seeing that the ball was ruled offside by the referee and the side referees, the fourth official on the sidelines turned to look at Twain. This dangerous man did nothing. He just turned around and opened his arms towards the coach's bench, shaking his head helplessly.

Even his partner Walker found it strange that Tang En behaved so "docilely".

He saw Tang En walking back, and then sat down beside him. "Tony, are you okay?"

"What can I do..." Tang En glanced at the players who were still arguing with the linesman, "Des, we lost this game. With a referee like this, you have nothing to do."

Tang En, who was sitting on the chair, buried his head in his arms, looking very depressed.

Yes, I counted the reaction of the opponent's coach, and I also counted the performance of my own players. My tactics completely suppressed the opponent, and I inspired the confidence and fighting spirit of this group of players. But the only factor that does not include the referee is that there are always such and such accidents on the football field, and today it is my turn.

Walker didn't know what to say when he saw Tang En so depressed. They had a wonderful start in the second half, but they had no choice but to accept the defeat in the end. "Tony... I think you've done a great job. Who would have thought we'd see a team like this before halftime? Some things are beyond our control..."

The referee upheld his offside call for the ball. West Ham United coach Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief. Like him, there are more than a thousand West Ham United fans. They feel that today's game is simply an adventure in a dangerous dense jungle, and finally they narrowly escaped death.

The final result of this game is like this, 2:3, the Forest team lost to the super team West Ham United at their home court.

When the referee blew the final whistle, the Forest players were obviously not reconciled to their results. Tang En even saw the tears in Dawson's eyes from the sidelines. He worked so hard, but he didn't get a deserved victory.

Rhodes, who had finished celebrating the victory with his own people, wanted to shake hands with Tang En and say a few words on the scene, but he turned his head and failed to find the head coach of the home team in front of the coaching bench. Tony Twain had already walked towards the player tunnel.

Des Walker was busy comforting the players, but found that Twain went directly to the sidelines without shaking hands with the opponent's head coach. Planning to stop him: "Tony, where are you going?"

"go back."

"You still have to shake hands with the opposing coach!"

"You hold it for me." Tang En continued to walk inside without looking back.

"But you still have to go to the press conference! I can't replace you anymore..."

Tang En stopped, turned around and looked at Walker and nodded: "Okay, I will go."

Looking at the stubborn back, Walker sighed. There is really nothing to do with him. He found that Rhodes was looking at him, and quickly made an apologetic smile, reaching out to him.