Chapter 200 Dedicated to Eastwood (Part 1)

When the Forests equalized the score, Mourinho sat in his position without moving, nor did he say anything. The TV broadcast gave him a close-up shot. Mourinho knew in his heart that there would definitely be a camera coming to join in the fun at this time, so the expression on his face did not change, and he would not give the TV station and commentators something to take advantage of the issue.

Despite this, John Motson and Ryinkel, who were sitting in the broadcast room, still laughed non-stop as they watched the scene off the court.

Don Eun was a little excited to celebrate the goal on the sidelines, while Mourinho looked at Don Eun, who was close to him, for air.

More than ten minutes ago, the roles and positions of the two people were completely altered.

So now, no matter how you watch this scene, you feel like a comedy.

After the game started again, the two sides entered a balance of power, and the scene was stalemate, and no one could break it, or it was unintentional to break it - there was only a few minutes before the halftime break, and everyone wasted their energy on these last few minutes.

This game is even more intense than any game they usually play.

The head coaches of the two teams did not say that they would seize the last chance of the first half to give their opponents another chance. After celebrating the goal, Done continued to stand on the sidelines, while Mourinho sat in the coach's seat and did not get up.

Forty-five minutes passed, and the referee also blew the whistle to the end of the first half.

"1:1! Very fair score. Both sides had opportunities in the first half and seized them. The players of both teams performed very well. This was in line with our pre-match predictions, and it was indeed a wonderful and intense game."

"John, I think this can be regarded as a law - as long as Mourinho and Tony and Don't meet together, it's hard not to be exciting or intense."

The Forest players entered the locker room one after another, and Ribery shouted loudly: "Take off your clothes!"

Although after halftime, it is normal to take off the sweat-wet jersey and change into a drier spare jersey. But Ribery's purpose of shouting like this is definitely not here.

"Vest, vest...Wes, pen." Ribery took the marker from Morgan, then lay on the players' seats, starting with his vest and writing a sentence on it.

Everyone else surrounded him and watched him write them one by one.

Anelka watched them write and draw on their spare vests, but she didn't stop them.

When it was Captain George's turn, when Wood was handing over a white vest, he stunned Ribery: "George? Didn't you never wear this thing?"

"Where do you write if you don't wear it?" Wood asked with a frown.

Ribery smiled and said, "What a pity, we were going to write about your belly..."

A burst of laughter broke out in the locker room.

Done pushed the door and entered the locker room and happened to see this scene. The players formed a circle with George standing in the middle; Wood and Ribery half-kneeled on the ground.

Except George; Wood, a group of people laughed happily, including Albertini and Anelka, who was not very happy.

"What's so happy about?" He was also very interested.

Hearing Tang En's words, the group turned their heads and looked over, and Ribery also stood up from the ground. "Boss, I have to blame you for this."

"Blame me?" Tang En was confused.

"You knew the Gipsey boy was going to see this game, right?" Ribery asked.

"Yes, but I want to give you a surprise, so I told you about this before the game."

"Look..." Ribery spread his hands. "We were not prepared at all. If you told us one day earlier, we wouldn't have to write on the vest now..."

The crowd moved aside, and Tang En finally saw clearly what they were busy with. The white vests were written in markers - recover soon. We are waiting for you, Freddy!

He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"If I had just raised this way when I scored the goal!" Ribery made a move to lift the jersey, "Freddy can see it! Unfortunately..."

"Uh... It's not that we can't score the goal in the second half, we can still throw it like this!" Tang En also made a move to lift the jersey. "He is on top and is still there in the second half and will not leave the game early.

"He pointed to the ceiling, "So until the whistle sounded at the end of the game. You all have the chance to let him see this."

Everyone thought Tang En was right, so they nodded in agreement.

"You're right, boss." Ribery knelt down again and wrote the sentence on Wood's vest. Whether it was on the court or sitting on the bench, everyone's vest was written with this sentence.

Wood stood beside Ribery, looking down at him quietly as he finished writing everyone's vest.

Donn was more interested in the other side of the matter, and he asked, "Who did you come up with this idea, Frank?"

"Do you still have to think about this?" Ribery was busy writing down the jerseys one by one. She answered Don't raise her head. "When I scored, they came over to celebrate, thinking they should show it to Freddy. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the jersey.

Just write one."

"Very good..." Tang En nodded. "You guys go and don't surround me." He waved his hand, and the players obediently returned to their cabinets, picked up their vests and put them on, and started changing clothes.

Taking advantage of this skill, Tang En talked about the gains and losses of the first half.

"Good job, guys. Although the first goal was a bit surprising to me..." Tang En leaned against the tactical board and said casually. He didn't ask the players to stop what they were doing to listen to him.

"But our goal must have surprised Mourinho."

There was a burst of laughter in the locker room.

"I still play like this in the second half, but you two full-backs..." Done pointed at Zimbonda and Leiden; Barnes, "Don't go too fast when defending."

The two nodded, and Zimbonda also knew that conceding the ball had something to do with him.

"The rest... I have nothing to say. In short, you did a great job, and I couldn't find any fault with a magnifying glass. Are you very excited to play against the first in the league and the team that has been unbeaten for ten consecutive rounds?"

"yes!"

"Yes, boss!"

"Very good, keep this momentum. In forty-five minutes, let's come back here to celebrate the victory!" Tang En pointed at his feet.

Unlike Don Endi, Mourinho's face now has a serious expression.

In fact, the draw is not bad now, but if Chelsea were the one who tied the score in the end, Mourinho's expression might look better. Because now it makes him feel that he ended up in the mood of a loser.

In fact, his team performed well, which is normal. But who made his opponent in this game be Tony and Don? He is the least willing to be at a disadvantage in front of this person.

Mourinho stood in front of the players and raised a finger: "In fact, the Forests' midfield defense is only George; Wood is the only one.

But our offense did not put too much pressure on him, making him very relaxed in the midfield, which is not possible! He is the defensive core of the Forest team. I ask you to put more pressure on him, constantly attack him, and cause trouble for him from various positions! Left, right, middle..." He turned around and quickly drew three lines on the tactical board behind him.

"George; Wood collapses, the Forests' collapse class is not just defense, but also offense. Look at them, without Wood, even Lille can't win!"

"Also..." Mourinho suddenly remembered something, "As far as I know, George; Wood is not a gentle man, if possible...you can find a way to get him down."

Drogba whistled.

At the end of the halftime break, Mourinho grabbed Lampard who was walking out: "I just said I wanted to get George and Wood down. Do you think it's a joke?"

Lampard didn't expect Mourinho to ask this. He was stunned for a moment and pondered how to answer. Finally, he shook his head: "No, boss."

Mourinho nodded: "Very good, I'm not kidding. I know why I'm going to talk alone, right?"

Lampard nodded: "I know."

"You had the most direct contacts with that kid in the game, and the longest time...how much do you know about him?"

"I've heard of some things about him, like you said, boss. He has a bad temper."

Mourinho nodded repeatedly when he heard this: "Well, find a way to anger him."

At the beginning of the second half, all the players of the Forest team wore vests with the words "As soon as possible, we'll wait for you, Freddy" and worked hard on the court for the second goal.

Because of Tang En's words, they suddenly had new goals that were as important as winning the game.

"...He's there, and the second half is here, and he won't leave early. So you have the chance to let Freddy see this sentence before the referee blew the whistle to the end of the game."

Goals!
Chapter completed!