"Ah, I'd rather watch Tony Donn and Jose Mourinho on the sidelines. "The commentator didn't hide his disgust for this kind of dull battle at all. "To be honest, I don't think Pitt Crouch is a qualified center, and he has a weird characteristic... The Forests are wasting their few counterattack opportunities. Maybe Coach Tony Donn thinks that Pitt Crouch, who is two meters and one, can be an excellent center, but obviously not now."

The commentator complained that Don En actually realized that Crouch is not the type of center who can rely on his own body to hold the ball, then control it under the fierce press of the opponent, and wait for his teammates to come up to support him. Crouch is a man who works very hard, but under the clamping of the two central defenders, Teli and Carvalho, he seems to be very difficult. What he needs is a center forward with a strong body, excellent header, and good foot ball control skills, rather than a person like Crouch who is outstanding in height but prefers to use his feet...

Crouch is not the best candidate to implement this tactic, so who is?

He turned his head and glanced at the bench and saw a young man. Since joining the Forests, he has only played in a few warm-up matches, and the Danish boy ranked last among the four forwards.

Freddy Eastwood is a direct line he has discovered and needs to be trained in a key way, so the main position is naturally stable. And Mark Viduca spent 6 million pounds at the club. Not to mention his ability and fame, how could a striker who spent so much money in the club be allowed to be a substitute? Pete Crouch has outstanding characteristics and is low-key in the team. Don Eun has arranged for him to be the third striker, and he has no complaints. And this young man... If he doesn't give him the chance to show up, he probably has something to do, right?

"Call the Danish boy to warm up." Donn said to David Chris Lak.

"Bentner, five minutes of warm-up time." The assistant coach stood up and leaned towards the bench, raised his right hand and spread his fingers to Nicklas, who was sitting on the bench in a daze.

Bentner turned his head and looked at Chris Lack. Then his eyes turned over to the assistant coach and threw themselves at the head coach Tony Donn next to him. He saw the young landlord coach watching the game intently, so he stood up and put a yellow vest on himself, and trotted out.

Nottingham Forest and Chelsea are still entangling with each other, as if two boxers holding each other were unable to use their most complacent and powerful moves because they were all busy restricting their opponents from punching.

This situation of mutual restraint is not what Mourinho wants to see. If he is dragged into the quagmire by his opponent like this, he will be very unwilling to accept it. Why? Because he is forced by such an opponent on the road and has no choice but to make him feel very angry.

Tony Donn is the same as any unfamiliar coach in England, who is his goal? Alex Ferguson, Arthur Wenger. Who is Chelsea's opponent? Manchester United and Arsenal! He doesn't even take it seriously. Now the league starts smoothly, how could Mourinho ever imagined that he would be so stubbornly blocked in a stadium with a capacity of 27,000 people?

What team is Nottingham Forest? He won the European Championship twice more than 20 years ago? It was just a flash in the pan...

I have seen many such teams. Do you want to listen to the names? I can report a lot of things without hesitation until you get tired of listening.

But I'm not here to tell you about history now, I'm here to win... This damn Nottingham Forest!

Chelsea's offense was stubbornly resisted by the Forest. The backcourt was almost full of people, in the drizzle. The turf was slippery and it was not suitable for the performance of Chelsea players. Apart from the shot that flew out against the crossbar in the first half, Joe Cole had no more performance in the TV close-up. Not to mention Duff, he was originally very uncomfortable in the right-hand side. Now he was completely suppressed by the Frenchman Ribery who came out of nowhere.

Chelsea's wing is paralyzed.

This won't work, he has to think of something...

Bentner soon heard the assistant coach calling his name, waved to him, and signaled him to go back. So he ran back and threw off his vest.

Donn stood up from the coach's seat and took the tactical board from Chris Lack. Bentner ran to him, breathing slightly, and it was obvious that he was looking forward to this time. He was also very confident.

Tang En looked at the young man with some excitement, glanced at the tactical office in his hand, then threw the thing into his seat, grabbed Bentner, and let him face the court.

"Boy, what did you see?" Tang En asked.

"Uh..." Bentner was stunned for a moment. He thought Don Eun would tell him directly who to replace him after he came on the court and what the task was. How to do it. Then he patted his shoulder and pushed him to the sidelines. Unexpectedly, the head coach asked himself such a question.

"Ah... the situation is not very good..."

"Yes, the brainless stars know that the situation is not good - do you know the brainless stars? Don't know? Well. Forget it, I'll explain it to you later... How do you think we can change the current stalemate between the two sides?"

Bentner finally confirmed that this was not a perfunctory situation. He thought this might be an opportunity to make a good impression on the head coach?

"Well...I think we need a center..."

"Of course, otherwise why would I warm up you up and call you here and talk for a long time? If you were asked to go, what do you think you should do?"

This time, Bentner did not rush to answer Done's question. He stared at the court for a while, and then said: "Head the ball, fight for the first landing point, hold it if you can hold it, pass it to your teammates if you can. If you don't have a teammate around you, just shoot by yourself!"

Done patted Bentner on the shoulder hard: "Very good, just do what you said, come on!"

William Galas tackled the ball under Ribery's feet out of the sideline, and the Forest team got an out-of-bounds ball. The linebacker raised the flag in his hand flat above his head, which means a substitution. The referee blew a whistle to indicate that the sidelines substitutions should not be rushed to send out the out-of-bounds balls.

The fourth official checked Bentner's ground studs, checked his leg guards, and then raised the substitute sign: "No. 21, No. 9!"

Crouch raised his hand to applaud the fans of the venue, and then ran down. A young man with long blonde hair shook his hair soaked by the rain, let out a breath, and ran to the court.
Chapter completed!