Chapter 119: Volume 2: The Sky of Nottingham: Twain Returns (Part 2)

The excited players jumped up from their seats, scratched their necks, and screamed with red faces, and even those who were not on the team last season couldn't help but clenched their fists and felt the blood rushing up. The nostalgic atmosphere of the locker room in the first half of the year gradually recovered.

Walker looked at Tang En who was roaring with the players. A simple phone call can make him play the role he wants... Tony, Paul Hart didn't misjudge you; Ian Bowyer didn't misjudge you; "Boss" didn't misjudge you either . As for me, I am so lucky to be able to work with you. But it's a pity...it's over for this season.

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Twain's adjustment at halftime was completely beyond the expectations of the head coach of Crystal Palace. Rebrov is still on the field, but his position has changed from a forward forward to a midfielder! Steve Kemper turned to assistant coach Blevant. "Terry?"

Blevante's answer was to shake his head, and he didn't quite understand it either.

Rebrov, who was standing behind the center circle waiting for the kick-off, suddenly realized that the field in front of him was so wide and the gap between the opponent's defenders was so wide. From forward to midfielder, he just changed his position on the field, and he saw a completely different world from before.

He turned his head and looked at the home team's coaching bench. Tony Twain was standing there, shouting something to him and waving his hands, but he couldn't hear the heavily accented English. It doesn't matter, I know what I should do.

I have very good technique, I am fast, I am good at dribbling, so there is no problem for me to get in from the back row, break through and score the ball! When I played with Shevchenko in Dynamo Kiev, and opened the gates of AC Milan and Barcelona, ​​​​I was not a pure striker. Andrei was at the top. I would retreat, and I would give him Pass the ball and he shoots.

I'm a midfield playmaker! I can't score, but I can assist!

He looked at the tall but hulking English defenders and laughed. When you put me in front of the goal, it's time for you to be unlucky...I promise.

Walker, who was sitting on the coach's bench, saw Twain turn around and come back. He had just loudly told Rebrov to pass the ball more and run more. He didn't know if the Ukrainians heard it.

"Tony, why did you suddenly think of letting a striker who had never played a midfielder in training play this position in the game?" Walker asked, pointing to Rebrov on the field.

"Rebrov's problem is not that he is not good enough, but that he doesn't adapt to the British style of play, and he presses fiercely with the defenders. Over time, he loses his confidence in shooting, and then loses other confidence. His skills are still good. Now, it's just not being put in the right position to play. I asked him to withdraw, away from the defenders he was afraid of, give him space to move, and let him face the attacking direction. With his skills, awareness, in the League One It can still play a big role inside. In addition..." Tang En looked at the coaching bench of the visiting team next door, and smiled, "The current head coach of Crystal Palace is an idiot, he is not as good as his assistant coach. This change will make He couldn't figure it out, and then he made a wrong judgment. We have to win this game. You know, Des, I suddenly changed my mind."

"What idea?" Walker didn't understand.

"Not only do we want to make a breakthrough in the cup competition, but I also want to go straight to the Premier League at the end of the season!"

Walker stared wide-eyed at Tang En, who was grinning almost to the ears.

"Don't you believe it, Des? Even if we are the bottom one now, it is not impossible to become the league champion by the end of the season."

Seeing Tang En so confident, Walker murmured, "What a crazy plan..."

The match had already started, and Twain stood up from the coach's bench. He was going to direct the match from the sidelines. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Walker, giving him even more shocking goals: "League A champion, England Premier League place, England League Cup or FA Cup champion, UEFA Cup qualification... This time, I will never fail!"

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John and the others each held a plastic cup filled with beer, and stood in the stands to continue watching the game.

"Why is that Ukrainian still on the court? Why didn't Tony replace him? I can tell he's not good at all!" Someone complained.

John glared at him: "You are so good, you go to be the head coach! Watch the game honestly, and still don't believe him? Tony has never let us down!"

The head coach of Crystal Palace, Steve Kemper, was originally the sports director of the team, not the head coach. With his little ability to lead the team, the result was that Crystal Palace played 22 rounds in the league. Ranked third from the bottom.

For Tang En's adjustment, he couldn't see any significance.

If you can't score a goal, let the striker play in the midfield? Coach Tony Twain, your tactical changes are too taken for granted!

Playing 451, two defensive midfielders, do you want to lose fewer penalties at home? Stop dreaming, my Andrew is in perfect condition!

As soon as he finished chanting in his mind, the Forest team grabbed the ball from Andrew Johnson in the backcourt, and then Gunelson passed it to Rebrov who was waiting sideways in front—Twain specifically explained that the Forest team's offensive organization , now to Rebrov. Give him full trust and hope to reap a completely different super player.

After getting the ball, Rebrov found that no one rushed up to defend him by kicking and pulling him. He calmly adjusted the football, and then dribbled the ball towards the Crystal Palace's defense line to kill.

"Sergey Rebrov, he dribbled past a... second! It's unbelievable that's the same Rebrov we've seen! He passed the third Crystal Palace defender, he Breaking into the restricted zone—"

Rebrov found that the defenders who once made him feel very scared were just wooden stakes. Yes, he looked at it from another angle and found that the whole world was different!

Crystal Palace defender Darren Powell (Darren` Powell) rushed up. Rebrov dunked the football lightly, intending to continue to wipe it in, but was tripped by the opponent.

"Darren Powell... Penalty! Penalty!" the TV commentator cried.

Before the referee's whistle blew, there was a louder roar at the city stadium.

"Penalty kick—!!"

Tang En, who saw this scene from the sidelines, jumped up from the ground. Damn, I bet right!

The referee ran to the place of the foul, and at the same time pointed to the white spot in the middle of the penalty area—yes, a penalty kick!

"This is a penalty, there is no doubt about it! Rebrov broke through the entire defense line of Crystal Palace alone and won the team a chance to equalize the score. His performance was completely different from before! Tony Twain The magician, what did he say at halftime? Just by switching Rebrov's position, the Ukrainian is transformed!"

Rebrov, who fell in the penalty area, got up from the ground. He saw the Crystal Palace players begging for mercy from the referee, while the Forest team teammates rushed towards him with open arms... Then, he fell on the court again superior.

penalty? I created it?

It feels so good!

Andy Reed turned a Rebrov penalty into the net, and the stands again erupted into loud cheers. They cheered Redd, who was leaving the team during the winter break. Of course, this time Rebrov's name also appeared in their cheers.

The Forest team equalized and stunned the Crystal Palace players and their coach. Fifteen minutes later, Rebrov finally scored!

When all the defenders were preventing Rebrov from breaking through, he chose to shoot a long shot from outside the penalty area. The football was like a cannonball, and it blasted straight into the gate of the Crystal Palace team!

"Sergey-Rebrov!!!" There was a huge cheer from the stands.

"This is Rebrov! This is the Rebrov who partnered with Shevchenko and made AC Milan and Barcelona tremble!"

Rebrov on the court was pressed down by his teammates for the second time, while Twain on the sidelines was hugged by the excited Walker.

"I believe in you, Tony! We can, we really can!"

At the same time, Evan Daugherty stood up from his seat in the VIP box and extended his hand to the frustrated Crystal Palace chairman Simon Jordan. Gladly, he didn't do a disrespectful butt-twirling dance in front of the other party.

"It's a pity, Mr. Michael Jordan." He said with a smile on his face, "Although you have the same name as the American basketball god, it's a pity that this is a football game."

The expression on Simon Jordan's face became even more embarrassing, his hand was stretched out in the air, neither holding it nor closing it...

Outside the box, the fans of the Forest team roared: "Victory!!" Like a thunderbolt in the night sky, the pale face of the chairman of the Crystal Palace was reflected.

Pierce Bruce looked around the boiling stands from the news press box, and then looked at Tony Twain who was celebrating his goal with the players running back from the field. He suddenly thought of that sentence, the sentence he heard when he was taken to the forest bar.

The man stood there, in the middle of a crowd of admirers, with his arms outstretched as if to embrace the world. In the cry of "Tony! Tony", he was like a lion, the king of all beasts, roaring.

"Someday, someday I'll be back! And then, you'll hear even bigger cheers than this!"

Bigger cheers... The stands under his feet trembled in the louder cheers, his eardrums were swollen and painful, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, but he knew it was a cry to welcome the man back.

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