Chapter 613: Volume 5, Red: The Messenger From Hell
(Apology announcement: Due to the author's own negligence, Ribery, who was injured and stayed in the UK, was brought to Turkey and sent to the field. For the French who can only walk on crutches, this decision is too cruel Yes. He can’t walk anymore, and let him play the game. This is indeed my negligence and carelessness. I am really sorry for causing such a ridiculous scene! The following chapters will be changed to Petrov. Thank you for your reminders and corrections, apologies again!)
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The carnival of the home fans didn't end until the game restarted. Tang En tried to speak to Tang next to him, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't even hear his own voice. There was a huge noise from the stands behind, filling every corner of the stadium. The Besiktas players played more and more easily under this kind of noise, while the Nottingham Forest players were a little tighter. Affected by the unlucky conceded goal and the frenzied atmosphere of the stadium, even 50% of the usual There is no way to play out the level.
Things are a little off.
If it's just a goal lost, it's nothing to Tang En. He has seen too many games where he falls behind first, not to mention that it is only twelve minutes, and there is still a lot of time to catch up later.
But if the overall performance of the team is not normal, it will take the head coach a headache for a while.
Hell's home stadium really deserves its reputation...
He decided to step out, be on the sidelines, give the players confidence and encouragement, and calm them down. If he was still sitting in the coach's bench with his legs crossed at this time, then it would not be the opponent who felt bad, but his own people.
He leaned forward and stood out.
As soon as he left the shed of the coach's bench, out of the corner of Tang En's eyes, he saw a black shadow flying from behind and falling to the ground. He looked down reflexively, and found that it was a lighter...
Before he looked up, the second and third foreign objects flew in again. This time, it's a coin and... a mobile phone!
Tang En was frightened, not because of the fans throwing things down, but because there were really fanatical fans who were so crazy that they threw down their mobile phones! I used to think that throwing a pig's head was shocking enough. What this guy threw... Tang En took a look, and found that it was a very famous iPhone with a red shell... Maybe it was thrown by a beautiful fan.
Tang En leaned over to pick up the phone. He originally wanted to remove the casing of the machine, take out the SIM card and throw it away. But in this case, he is obviously not allowed to lower his head to study this thing, and people will notice it after a long time. So he groped a little, but couldn't find a way, so he threw the phone back to the coach's bench. He made a gesture of "put it away" to the confused Tang, and ignored the dense "raindrops" falling from behind.
Need to make adjustments?
No, nothing needs to be adjusted, and psychological issues can't be adjusted in such a noisy sideline.
Tang En is standing here, hoping to bring confidence and calmness to the players on the field, calm them down, let them see him as soon as they turn their heads, and know that he, the head coach, is always with his team together.
There are more and more sundries falling at his feet. Coins of various denominations and various lighters are the mainstream. In addition, there are mineral water bottles and bottle caps.
Tang En has been standing on the sidelines, neither looking back at the Turkish fans throwing things and shouting, nor complaining to the fourth official. He hoped that by doing so, he would make it clear to his players that complaining about the opposition's home frenzy might be a good excuse for their losses after the game, but that it shouldn't affect them in the first place.
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Besiktas took advantage of the situation and attacked wildly, hoping to make another victory and completely kill the Forest team.
For a while, amid the wild cheers of the Turkish fans, the Forest team was beaten into a panic and exhausted. There are many loopholes in the full defense, let alone organize the offense.
Besiktas' offense is characterized by playing short passes and concentrating their forces in the midfield. Their defenders like to rush forward, and their forwards have a wide range of activities to pull the opponent's defense line and create for teammates who insert behind. A chance to score a goal. Therefore, Besiktas is not a team that scores goals by strikers, but by... the whole. They tend to put five or six players in front of the box to create scoring chances.
Due to the daring to invest troops in the attack, the daring to press forward boldly, and the atmosphere on the scene, it gave people a feeling that "Besiktas' offense is continuous, more blooming, and the momentum is like a rainbow". The players must think so too. They were dazzled by Besiktas' multi-point offensive strategy, left for a while, right for a while, and in the middle for a while. There was nothing they could do except run back and forth to clear the siege. attack? Let's pray that we won't continue to lose the ball again!
After watching it for about five minutes, Tang En's brows became more and more tight, and finally he stopped, and turned all his strength into a roar: "George! What are you running around! Organize the defense for me! Don't follow!" The ball ran! Are you all fucking booed?"
It's no wonder Tang En was so angry. What Nottingham Forest is most proud of is their defense, especially the overall defense. The overall defense of the forest team that has entered the state is really like a dangerous jungle shrouded in layers of fog. Any opponent who enters will lose their sense of direction, and thus fall into the quagmire and cannot extricate themselves. The overall team shape is maintained very well, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. No matter how the opponent dispatches, the Forest team's defensive formation will not be chaotic, so there will naturally be fewer loopholes.
But look at the present, the forest team's defensive formation is completely messed up by the opponent's multi-point blooming strategy. George Wood has good physical strength, running from left to right, up and down. But defense is not a matter of one person. The defense of the Forest team has always been an overall defense. No matter how good he is, he cannot replace the other nine.
The head coach of Besiktas was also inspired by the goal just now, and asked Delgado to run with Wood, but he didn't do the real core of the attack, but just feinted to create room for his teammates to attack.
So Twain wanted his players to reorganize their defense.
As a result, his voice was drowned in the boos of the huge home fans as soon as he got up.
George Wood, relying on his perverted physical fitness, insisted on chasing back a ball that did not belong to the Forest team. Although he didn't stop and rushed out of the sideline, he rubbed the ball back with the sole of his foot just as the football was about to go out.
Then the Forest team launched a fast break, and this time they finally hit Besiktas' penalty area, but Ruud van Nistelrooy's shot missed under the close interference of opposing defender Gokohan Zan.
When the football flew off the goal post, the boos at the Inonu Stadium were slightly quieter. Many Besiktas fans held their breath because of this shocking moment, and naturally forgot to boo their opponents.
This is the quietest moment in the stadium since the game started.
"Twenty-seven minutes into the game, Nottingham Forest only got their first shot... It's pathetic. Any team will feel pain when they are a guest in Turkey. I believe Tony Twain also felt it. His team is strong The home team and the fans of the home team had no chance in front of them. This was the second time in the game that they attacked the opponent's 30-meter area and the first time they got a chance to shoot. Correspondingly, Besiktas' seven 1 shot, 4 shots on target." The commentator smacked his lips, such disparity in statistics actually cannot fully reflect the strength of Besiktas in this game.
Tang En found that his shouting had no effect in such a noisy environment, because the players on the court couldn't hear it at all, even if he shouted hoarse, it would not be useless. He can't find a loudspeaker and shout.
"This is a fucking home stadium!" Tang En cursed. But he quickly regained his composure. Now he can only take advantage of the football going out of bounds or fouls on both sides, and when the game is suspended, he can pull the Forest team players who are close to him, and quickly teach the opportunity face-to-face, and then they will pass it on to other teammates. .
This method is a bit laborious, but it is considered a normal method. When watching a football game, you can often see the head coaches pulling their players to quickly deploy on the sidelines, while the players are drinking water and nodding. After a few sips, he returned to the court. Sometimes it's an adjustment for a single player, sometimes it's for the entire group, like now.
By letting the side players act as megaphones, Dunn finally told everyone on the field what he thought.
Nottingham Forest survived the crazy offensive after Besiktas scored a goal, and gradually stabilized. Because the score has not changed further, this shows that they are not as embarrassing and embarrassing as everyone thought in terms of the result.
Only one goal behind, there is still play.
The forest team's defensive system was re-established with the joint efforts of Van der Sar, George Wood, and Ayala.
The rest of the game will be boring.
Nottingham Forest has a solid defense, and if there is no very good chance to counterattack, it will not be easy to press. Anyway, stick to it, stick to it, stick to it. The highest goal is not to lose the ball.
Besiktas wanted to score again with all their minds, and the defenders, full-backs and midfielders took turns to get in, and it was really lively to play more. But if you calm down and look carefully, you will find that most of their offenses ended in front of the penalty area-either they ended up with long shots, or they were destroyed by the Forest team's defense. There are few opportunities to break into the forest team's restricted area and directly threaten Van der Sar.
What does this mean?
This shows that Besiktas' advantage is not as obvious as the statistics show, just because the fanatical home field advantage has injected a lot of water. So, that being the case, there is still a lot to do in this game.
Tang En was relieved and returned to the coach's bench again. The "lighter rain" and "coin rain" outside gradually stopped.
Tang En, who walked back to the coach's bench, did not forget to pick up a few Turkish coins and lighters from the ground, and he played with them repeatedly in his hands.
Chris Lark felt very strange: "What are you doing picking up these things, Tony?"
"Free commemorative goods for the trip to Turkey, don't want it for nothing." Tang En raised a coin worth one lira in his hand. "And this, the official souvenir of the Besiktas club..." He picked up a metal lighter with the Besiktas team logo embossed on the surface.
Seeing him like this, Chris Rack couldn't help but smile wryly: "We're all behind, you still have the heart to collect souvenirs..." He stopped before he finished speaking, because he saw Tang handing over a red iPhone To Tang En, "...Is this also a souvenir?"
Tang En took it and nodded to Chris Lak: "It's sort of."
Chris Lark looked back at the stands behind: "Why didn't anyone throw gold watches and diamond rings..."
"Don't think about beautiful things, David." Dunn smiled and punched Chris Lak, then pointed to the field. "Although we are behind, I am not worried at all now. Because I found that Besiktas is just a paper tiger, and all reactionaries are paper tigers. There is nothing to be afraid of. But now it is too noisy here, and there are many things that cannot be said. Wait. During the break, in the locker room, I tell them all about my plans."
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In the deafening cheers of the Turkish fans, the referee's halftime whistle was almost drowned out. It was only by watching his gestures that everyone knew that the first half of the game was over. With a one-point lead, the home team walked off the field contentedly, accepting the cheers of the supporters with their chests up.
The players of Nottingham Forest lowered their heads and ran quickly towards the corridor. On the one hand, they avoided the sundries that might be thrown from the stands at any time. On the other hand, they also wanted to go back as soon as possible. Tang En was the last one to enter the corridor. He stood on the sidelines, facing the sparse "debris rain", watched everyone go back to the locker room, and then got up and left. At the entrance of the tunnel, he met the opponent's head coach Sagram.
The other party babbled at him in Turkish, but Tang En didn't understand a word, he just kept smiling and remained polite. After saying these words, Sagram turned around and walked into the corridor, and Tang En also walked in. He doesn't need to know Turkish to know roughly what the other person is talking about.
Because of that expression, he is very familiar with it - he often has it on his own face.
It's understandable that there are so many people cheering and cheering in their home court, and they are in the limelight.
But there is an old saying in China - the best laugh is the one who laughs last, this gentleman must not know it.
There are still forty-five minutes, and it is not certain who will win and who will lose.
Twain's guess was close to ten. After meeting Twain by chance, Sagram suddenly thought of the insult he had received at the press conference the day before the game, and the fact that the team was ahead, so he taunted Twain on a whim. He didn't expect Tang En to understand his own Turkish, it was purely to vent.
Aren't you playing big cards and putting on airs, British people. Who is leading now? It's us Besiktas!
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The door of the locker room was opened, and the noise from outside poured in at once, and then disappeared-the door was closed.
The players were startled by the change in voice. They looked up at the man standing at the door, their backbone, the true spiritual leader of the team, Tony Twain.
At this moment, the expression on the man's face was not friendly.
"You guys have disappointed me so much. The atmosphere of the city stadium is also famously frenzied in England. Could it be that Nottingham Forest, trained in this atmosphere, is so vulnerable?" Tang En's opening remarks were concise and clear, and went straight to the point. "Look at your performance in the first half. It's not much different from shit. The only difference is... shit doesn't run around."
When Tang En really wanted to scold someone, he was merciless, no matter if he scolded the reporter's opponent or his own people. The acrimony makes people feel that there is a dull pain in the bones. So the only way not to be scolded is to always stand by him.
"Only in the last ten minutes, your performance is a little bit like that. But this is not enough. If you want to leave this damn place with three points, this performance is far from enough." Tang En stretched out his right index finger and shook it , he suddenly raised the volume. "It's even better! I'm standing on the sidelines, behind and above my head are all the things thrown by those Turkish bastards." He took out coins and lighters from his pocket and showed them to the players. If you let this thing hit the back of your head, your head will bleed. "But I'm just standing there, totally ignoring the provocations and demonstrations! What's the big deal! If you win the game, even if those idiots tear down the stadium stands, I'm not going to hide! You have to behave Such courage! The enemy wants us to be terrified and throw up their hands in surrender so that they can easily defeat us and humiliate us. But it also exposes their weakness - in fact Besikta Si is not as good as they are, you think they are tricky and difficult to deal with is just an illusion brought about by the cheers of the fans!"
"They can't even get into our penalty area. Except for long shots, they are destroyed by us. This kind of offense is too weak! What is there to be afraid of! Why are they so rampant? It's not because our defense is not good enough, actually It couldn't be better...it's because our offense is weaker than theirs!" Tang En began to draw the formations of both sides on the tactical board, and then he drew all the circles representing the Besiktas defenders A straight line to the frontcourt. "Their defenders are very fond of pressing up and participating in the attack, whether they are full-backs or central defenders. And they don't have so-called wingers. Once the two full-backs enter our defensive third area, they will choose to break into the penalty area from the ribs. Or pass the ball into the middle, which will push our defense back into the middle, and create enough space for their two full-backs to insert assists."
"But, at the same time?" Tang En circled a big circle with a pen in the second half of Besiktas, and then tapped it hard. "Theirs here... is blank! There are large tracts of no man's land, countless defensive loopholes, as long as our offense can pass, it is a fucking golden opportunity! But it's a pity, I hardly saw us in the first half With a decent attack, you can take advantage of this blank area." Tang En threw the marker and clapped his hands. "You only think about how to prevent the opponent's offense, but you don't think about how to use their offense to help our defense-offense is the best defense. Are you tired of hearing this? Ordinary fans will hang up It's on the lips, but do you know the true meaning of this sentence! As long as we add fire to the offense, one or two threatening offenses can make them restrain and greatly reduce the pressure on the backcourt, so that we Only with a strong attack can we dare to press up and invest in troops. This is "offense is the best defense"!"
"If you want to shut up those 20,000 idiots out there, you have to step up your attack in the second half, be determined, and do everything you can to get the football forward, whether it's a pass or a personal breakthrough. In addition, in such a In the face of great pressure, everyone should keep their heads clear, I don't want to see those unnecessary mistakes again." Having said that, Tang En glanced at Lennon. If it wasn't for this kid's sudden heat in the first half, how could the Forest team have been caught off guard by the opponent?
If it is 0:0 now, it should be Besiktas, not Nottingham Forest, who is dejected and hurried off the field.
Lennon also knew that Tang En must be talking about himself, he lowered his head and said nothing.
"Why do we use a 4141 formation? Why do I use two attacking midfielders in the middle instead of two defensive midfielders playing 4231? Although this is a defensive counterattack, the real key is not 'defense', but 'Counterattack'. In the first half we were forced to defend, and in the second half we had to counterattack! I don't believe you can still lose your temper after being beaten like this? You want to see the Turks say after the game: 'The European champions were also beaten Are we rubbing our feet'? I don't fucking want to!"
Tang En waved his hand, and then looked at his watch: "There are still a few minutes, take a rest. You can listen to soothing light music, think of a warm home, beautiful wife and lover, so as to relieve the pain from the first half. Frightened hearts." He waved his arms, drawing circles in the air, as if to soothe the players. "Hey... are you really scared? Do you need psychological intervention?" He asked with wide eyes. "Oh... no? We're not playing in fucking Iraq!"
The exaggerated expressions and the huge contrast between the words before and after made the people in the locker room burst into laughter.
"Nobody's afraid, boss!"
Tang En nodded: "It's fine if you're not afraid...Anyway, when you return to the court and hear the deafening boos, you feel your legs are a little weak. You think, if we lose this game, what will happen to you?" Countless people are waiting to divide our bodies, no one will sympathize with us, they will only laugh and satirize us. And we don’t even have the right to refute! Because we are losers! Losers... have no human rights!”
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When the Forest players returned to the stadium again, the banner saying "Welcome to Hell" hanging on the stands across the aisle was still there, but no one took a second look at it.
Because the players of Nottingham Forest suddenly remembered something, which was forgotten in the first half because the game was too intense.
If this is really hell...their leader is a creature called "devil" and "demon".