Chapter 129: Volume 2: The Skies of Nottingham: The End of Provocation (Part 1)

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

"Okay, guys, you can't win with your blood. We need to use our brains." He tapped the tactical board. "I think everyone has seen what kind of football Millwall plays. .Who else is going to show their footwork in front of them? Nobody, fine."

"In the first half, they tried their best to press the whole court, and the effect was good. We were a little bit overwhelmed. But I want to say that the opposing coach is an idiot. Their physical fitness has already appeared. The second half is destined to be our world. Learn Take advantage of the width of the court, we transfer and pass more, and play a little easier. They want to fight us in the midfield, don't give them such a chance, pass the midfield quickly... They like to play high balls, we will play with them! Taylor!" Dunn looked at Gareth Taylor who had just returned from the reserve team.

"You go up in the second half and replace Johansen. Everyone is paying attention!" He raised his voice, "If you have a chance, hit the high ball! Their central defenders can't compete with you for headers, Darren who can head the ball the best Darren` Ward isn't even on the roster for this game. The 21-year-old Mark` Phillips is still too immature, he can't threaten you." Dunn looked at Taylor and said, Everyone can see that the key to the team's victory in the second half lies in this guy.

"As for the other... Muscat's bastard is only 1.78 meters tall, ten centimeters behind you. That guy's header level... is far worse than his ability to tackle other people's legs! But, My task for you is not to beat him on the header. I want you to... get him off! Do you understand me?"

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

Tang En grinned and laughed: "You are very smart, big man. Find a way to get him down, but don't hurt yourself. Remember, it must be realistic! If you get a yellow card for diving, I will not sympathize with you .” He pointed his finger away.

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

Entrusting Taylor with a heavy responsibility in front of the whole team was a way for Twain to buy the hearts of the team. The so-called hit the board first and then give sugar.

After assigning tasks to Taylor, in fact, everyone knows the tactics of the Forest team in the second half: use Taylor, who is 1.88 meters tall and has excellent header ability, as the bridgehead to attack the frontcourt. Go through his head first.

"Rebrov, your task in this game is not to organize the attack, but to score. Taylor will be spotted by the opponent very quickly. He will attract Millwall's full defensive attention. You have to follow him at all times. .When he takes the ball down, you have to grab the second spot in front of the Millwall players, and then... I don't care what method you use, give me the ball into their goal!"

Rebrov nodded vigorously.

"Next...Eugen Pope, you should reflect on that stupid yellow card in the first half. If I had a midfielder to substitute, I would definitely replace you now." Dunn said, staring at the German teenager. Pope lowered his head, not daring to look at him. "But you're lucky, we don't have any other defensive midfielders except you and Gunnarsson. You have to stay on the field, but pay attention to your actions, don't take the initiative to apply for a red card for me!"

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

"Gunelsen, Pope has a card, please help him in the second half, the two of you join hands to see Cahill dead! Don't give him the chance to shoot from long range like in the first half!" Tang En waved fist. In the first half, it was because Pope and Gunnarsson didn't make the encirclement in time that Cahill started calmly.

"Okay, sir." The Icelander replied blankly.

"As for their captain..." Tang En closed his eyes and paused for a moment. From now on, he will say goodbye to the past. Dennis...let me see you off for the last time!

"Thirty-seven-year-old old man, nothing to fear!"

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While Twain was assigning tasks to the players and arranging tactics, Des Walker ran out alone to check the situation on the field. The rioting stands have returned to calm, but at first glance, there are still a lot of empty seats. They should be taken away by the police, or sent directly to the hospital...

Three rows of heavily armed riot police stood on both sides of the visiting team's stand. There were occasional fans on both sides fighting with each other through the three-layer wall, but the situation has basically subsided. It seems that the second half can proceed normally.

Just as the referees also came out of the referee lounge, Walker looked at them questioningly, and the fourth official nodded to 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, it will actually be Nottingham Forest and Tony Twain who will be hit the hardest.

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 what we all see in the second half is a game, not anything else. So , please tell your head coach to calm down on the sidelines."

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

The fourth official didn't know how to answer this question. He froze for a while, then shook his head and said, "I will report all the facts of this game to the FA. Goodbye, Mr. Coach, and good luck to you all." He Turned around and left.

Looking at the man's back, Walker laughed and said loudly: "You should wish Mr. McCleary good luck!"

He turned around and walked towards the locker room, opened the door, and found that Tang En had almost finished speaking.

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

Tang En smiled: "Great! Guys, you don't have to worry about having nowhere to vent your anger! Remember what I said?"

"Remember, boss!" the players shouted back.

"Close your eyes and think back to how they treated us in the first half! What did you think of? How do you feel?" Dunn was like a wizard, and he carefully lured these players to the state he wanted.

Michael Dawson clenched his fists and trembled slightly: "I...I want to compete! Boss! I want those bastards to shut up!"

"Then go! Go fuck them!" Dunn and Walker stepped aside from the door, and the players rushed out in a swarm. "Let them understand...the fate of angering us!"

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After the kick-off of the second half, the boos of the Millwall fans in the stands did not decrease at all, and even singing insulting Gavin could be heard. Tang En no longer competed with the fans in the stands behind the coach's bench. He stood by the side of the field with his hands in his pockets, watching the ongoing game with a serious face.

It looked as if he was very concerned about the outcome of the game, as his team was one goal behind. McCleary sat cross-legged on the bench, ready to enjoy a good show.

A... Whose show is it?

Cahill tried to break through the middle with the ball, but he was locked out of the gate by Gunnarsson and Pope. Gunnarsson, who broke the ball, passed the football to Andy Reed on the left. Reed's long pass was his advantage, and he followed Dunn's instructions and directly kicked to find Gareth Taylor in front of him.

Now the person defending Taylor is not Muscat, but the young Mark Phillips. He cannot compare with Taylor in terms of experience or body. The two had already lost before they even took off - he was squeezed in front of Taylor, and he couldn't grab the landing point at all!

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

When Reed passed the ball to Taylor, Rebrov was running forward, but the experienced Wise guessed the Forest team's tactics almost instantly and followed. This created a lot of trouble for the next move of the Ukrainians.

stop the ball? It is likely to be broken by Wise. That little guy's feet are too fast! And now there are not many people on Millwall's defense line. He originally hoped to go directly, break through the defenders who are too close to each other, and then face the goalkeeper. Now it seems that he should not think about it.

In order not to let Wise stop the football, he could only stop the football to the side. In this way, 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 time in the Forest team was over, but he didn't expect that the new head coach's words and a change in the last game gave him a new lease of life. Yes, although he was originally a shooter, when he was in Tottenham Hotspur, he did not achieve the results worthy of the title of striker, and it was the same in the Forest team. Just when he began to doubt his ability, Tang En told him, move the position back twenty meters, and you will see a completely different world.

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