Tang En stopped talking, and the locker room returned to quiet, but under this calmness, there was still a torrent brewing. After a while, the gasping sounds in the room became heavier and heavier, and Tang En knew that the time was coming.

"Okay, guys, you can't win with just a lot of passion. We still need to use our brains." He knocked on the tactical board, "I think everyone has seen what football Millwall plays like. Who else is going to show their footwork in front of them? No one, it's great."

"In the first half, they tried hard to implement the full-game press, which was good, which made us unable to react. But I want to say that the opponent's head coach is an idiot. Their physical fitness has already gone wrong, and the second half is destined to be our world. Learn to use the width of the court, we transfer more and pass directly, and play a little simpler. They want to fight with us in the midfield to the death, don't give them such a chance, and pass the midfield quickly... They like to play high balls, so we will play with them! Taylor!" Don looked at Gareth Taylor who had just returned from the reserve team.

"You go in the second half, replace Johnson. Everyone pays attention!" He raised the volume, "If you have the chance, get a high ball! Their central defender can't compete for you in the header. Darren Ward (darren` www.piaotian.comark` phillips) is too young, he can't threaten you anything." Don looked at Taylor and said, "Everyone can see that the key to the team's victory in the second half is this guy.

"As for the other one... that bastard Mascart is only 1.78 meters tall, ten centimeters away from you. That guy's heading level is far inferior to his ability to tackle someone else's legs! But the task I gave you is not to beat him in fighting for a header. I want you... to get him down! Do you understand what I mean?"

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

Tang En grinned and said, "You are very smart and big guy. I'll find a way to get him down, but don't hurt yourself. Remember, be realistic! If you get a yellow card because of a fake fall, I won't sympathize with you." He fingered from afar.

Taylor nodded again: "I understand what to do."

It was a way for Tang En to bribe the team's hearts. The so-called playing boards first and then giving candy.

After assigning Taylor to the task, everyone knows what the Forest team's tactics were in the second half: Taylor, who is 1.88 meters tall and has excellent heading skills, serves as a bridgehead for the offensive frontcourt. Whether he is letting him shoot or make a ball, he must first pass his head.

"Rebrov, your task in this game is not to organize the offense, but to score the goal. Taylor will be quickly watched by the opponent, and he will attract Millwall's full defense attention. You have to follow him at any time. When he fights the ball, you must grab the second landing point in front of Millwall's players, and then... I don't care what method you use, throw the ball into their goal!"

Rebrov nodded vigorously.

"Next... Eugen Pope, you should reflect on the stupid yellow card in the first half. If I had a midfielder, I would definitely replace you now." Done stared at the German young player and said. Pope lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. "But you are lucky, and we have no other midfielder except you and Gunnarson. You have to stay on the court. But pay attention to your movements and don't take the initiative to apply for a red card for me!"

"I...I get it, boss." Pope replied in a low voice.

"Gunnarson, Pope has a card on him. Please help him in the second half.   You two teamed up to see Cahill to death! Don't give him a long-range shot like in the first half!" Don En waved his fist.                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

"Okay, sir." The Icelander replied expressionlessly.

"As for their captain..." Tang En closed his eyes and paused for a moment. From now on, he is going to say goodbye to the past completely. Dennis... Let me give you your last journey!

"The old man at the age of thirty-seven is not afraid!"

While Donn assigned tasks and arranged tactics to the players, Des Walker ran out alone to see the situation of the stadium. The stands where the riots had returned to peace, but at first glance, there were still many seats empty. They must have been taken away by the police or sent directly to the hospital...

Three rows of fully armed riot police stood on both sides of the visiting team stands. Occasionally, fans on both sides were playing verbal battles through three floors of walls, but the situation has basically subsided. It seems that the second half can be played normally.

The referees also walked out of the referee's lounge, Walker looked at them with inquiring eyes, and the fourth official nodded to him: "The second half of the game can continue, Mr. Coach."

Walker smiled: "What a good news." If the referees decide to cancel the second half and postpone the game, the one who suffered the biggest blow was Nottingham Forest, which was Tony Donn.

Seeing Walker's reaction, the fourth official stopped. He said to him: "I also think this is good news, Mr. Coach. I also hope that we all see the ground in the second half, not anything else. So, please tell your head coach to calm him down on the sidelines."

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

This question made the fourth official not know how to answer. He was stunned for a while, then shook his head and said, "I will report all the situations of this game to the FA. Goodbye, Mr. Coach, I wish you good luck." He turned and left.

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

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

"Tony, the second half will be on time." He brought the best news to Don En.

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

"Remember, boss!" the players replied loudly.

"Close your eyes and think about how they treated us in the first half! What did you think of? How do you feel?" Tang En was like a wizard, tempting these players to reach the state he wanted.

Michael Dawson clenched his fists and shivered slightly: "I...I want to go up and play! Boss! I want those bastards to shut up!"

"Then go!" Don Eun and Walker moved away from the door, and the players rushed out in a swarm. "Let them understand... what angered us!"

After the kick-off in the second half, the booing of the Millwall fans in the stands did not decrease at all, and even insulting Gavin could be heard. However, Tang En no longer competed with the fans in the stands behind the coach's seat. He stood by the side of the court, with his hands in his pockets, and looked at the game on the ground with a serious face.

It seemed that he was very worried about the outcome of the game because his team fell behind with one goal. McClellie sat on the coach's seat with his legs crossed, ready to enjoy a good show.

A...who is the best show?

Cahill tried to drive the ball and break through the middle, but he was locked outside the goal by Gunnarson and Pope. Gunnarson, who cut the ball off, passed the ball to Andy Reed on the left. Reed's long pass was his advantage. He followed Donn's instructions and directly looked for Gareth Taylor in front.

The person who defends Taylor now is not Mascart, but the young Mark Phillips. He cannot compare with Taylor in terms of experience and physical condition. The two of them lost before they even took off - he was squeezed in front of Taylor and could not grab the landing point at all!

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

When he saw Reed pass the ball to Taylor, Rebrov ran forward. The experienced Wise almost instantly guessed the Forest's tactics and followed. This caused a lot of trouble for the Ukrainian's next move.

Stop the ball? It is likely to be cut off by Wise. The little man's foot is too fast! And now there are not many people on Millwall's defense line. He originally wanted to go directly and break through the defenders who are too close to each other, and then face the goalkeepers. Now it seems that he should not think about it.

In order not to let Wise break the ball, he had to stop the ball to the side. Although he saved the ball, he lost the best offensive opportunity.

What should he do?
Chapter completed!