Wimbledon's head coach Stuart Murdoch has nothing to do with another Keith`Rupert`Murdoch, despite their surname. The latter is a world-renowned media tycoon, while the former is just an unknown low-level coach. Like Tony Donn, he only has a certain amount of reputation on the team.

This season is his first time coaching a team as a head coach. Wimbledon's terrible performance is also related to his low abilities. He always misjudged the situation on the court, then made wrong decisions, which eventually led to a wrong failure...

For example, now. He just signaled the team to push forward, but the Forest team hit a counterattack.

Nottingham Forest captain Michael Dawson cut off the pass from Wimbledon captain Nigel`Reo-Coker, and then passed the ball straight to Andy Reed on the wing. Reed took two steps and passed it to Ian Jace who was running forward.

Seeing Jace get the ball, Hailewood remembered Donn's roar just now. He always felt that the head coach would really replace him, although it's less than 30 minutes now. So he didn't dare to neglect and tried his best to find a free time in the frontcourt. He must receive the ball this time!

After Wimbledon pressed, there will inevitably be a lot of room for the rest. Large areas are like towns located in rural England, one by one in the east and the west.

Ian Jace saw these gaps, and he had to decide which block to pass in the shortest time to lead to a goal. It was not like passing the gap when he saw the gap. Whether there was anyone in that place to receive it, but it was impossible to receive it. It was all a problem.

Halewood was running to the left, and he involved a Wimbledon defender Mikele`Leigertwood, and a brief vacuum appeared in the middle. Where is Johnson?

Jace turned his head to look for it, and he found that Johnson had the possibility of being inserted from the right to the middle. So he stopped hesitating and pushed straight, and the football quickly rolled through the no-man's area at the front of the penalty area, penetrating Wimbledon's defense!

Johnson started at the same time, inserted into the middle lane diagonally, and received the football behind everyone!

Another misplaced central defender, Dean Lewington, raised his hand to signal to the referee that Johnson was offside and basically gave up returning to defense.

The borderman did not raise the flag and the referee did not whistle, and huge cheers burst out from the stands at the city court.

"Johnson is one-on-one with Davis now!"

Wimbledon's goalkeeper Kevin Davis is a goalkeeper with Premier League experience. He reacts quickly and reaches agilely, especially good at one-on-one with forwards. But what Johnson is most not good at is one-on-one with goalkeepers...

When Johnson saw Davis attacking, he rushed to shoot. The ball was quite mass and went to the back corner of the goal. However, Davis reacted faster. When he fell to the ground and rushed to the near corner, he stretched his foot to the far corner. The football hit his toes and bounced in a direction. He did not fly into the goal, but flew to the other side of the penalty area.

The visiting team fans, who had only a few hundred people, suddenly cheered. Their hearts were raised to their throats just now and could pop out of them at any time. Davis saved the team and their hearts.

But... the test of their heart has not yet passed!

When Jace passed the football to the middle, Halewood had just run over that route. He thought he had missed it again, but he didn't expect to turn around and see the football flying towards him!

Where is the goalkeeper? He still lay on the ground and didn't get up. He could even feel Legtwood behind him frantically trying to squeeze in front of him and cut the ball.

But this is my fucking opportunity. If I can't get in, I will be replaced! I won't let you get what you want!

Hailewood didn't care about so much, so he tried his best to put Legtwood behind him, and then...the fish jumped to the top!

The football flew into the empty gate without any suspense!

The atmosphere that had been depressing in the city court was finally released, and the red stands were like a crater, gushing out scorching magma.

The stadium radio shouted the goalkeeper's name: "Maron--"

Thirty thousand fans continued to shout: "—Hairwood!!"

Don Eun jumped out of his seat, clenched his fists and hugged everyone around him to celebrate.

"How many feet pass?" he asked Walker, who replied excitedly: "Four feet!"

"Great! That's the proof!"

"Tony! We played what we asked for in training..."

"Well, keep going like this."

As soon as Donn finished talking to Walker, Halewood ran over excitedly and shouted to Donnn: "Don't you need to change me this time, right?"

"It's not enough, go in one more!" Tang En replied happily, "Go in more!"

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The radio said that today's Forest team is very strange. They play football that everyone feels unfamiliar with. They are completely different from the Nottingham Forest team used to be, and they are unable to start the situation. McDonald was a little anxious. Is there something wrong with the team?

While he was nervous, he heard a sharp roar suddenly coming from the radio.

"Hairwood! And`a`Goooal!!! 1:0, Forest team leads!"

Old McDonald jumped out of the small room again, stood in front of the door and shouted with the sound from the radio. It seemed as if he was also in the stands of the city court, all around him were companions wearing the forest team's red jerseys, jumping and shouting "Forest!"

Just after his celebration, the panting old man was about to go back to his room to continue listening to the game, and he heard another thunderous shout from the radio: "It's`a...?It's`a`Goal!! Malone-Herwood, scored twice! 2:0!"

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When Halewood hit Reed's cross from the wing to the goal, commentator Motson was still hesitant. The huge shouts in the stadium stands made the TV broadcasting scene shaking. He couldn't see whether the ball was in or not. But he soon saw David Johnson and Ian Jace with his arms raised, and the dejected Wimbledon goalkeeper Kevin Davis. The football was blocked behind the man, but the ball was undoubtedly in.

"This is really wonderful! Twenty-nine minutes ago, the Forests performed incredible, but in just three minutes, they scored two goals! Malone Halewood became the hero of the city court, and his performance was exciting!"

Done waved his fist at Michael in the back in the coaching mat, then turned to Walker and said, "Fast! Direct! Simple! Efficient! Wimbledon didn't expect us to do this at all. This second goal is proof of it! That guy Malone, I just finished talking about it, but he just made another one, and I can't ask him for more."

Walker smiled: "The players are all great. But maybe you don't know, Tony. It is because of your performance in the midnight game against West Ham that they admire you and are willing to follow you wholeheartedly. You, the head coach, have taken the first step of your head coach very successfully."

Tang En scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and he didn't expect that the decision on his whim would bring him such great help and benefits.

In the following game, although the Forests' possession rate still did not increase, everyone could see that the situation was in the hands of the home team. They repeatedly threatened Wimbledon's goal. If it weren't for Kevin Davis' outstanding performance, the score would have risen steadily.

Tang En was quite satisfied with this and took the initiative on his own side.

The first half passed quickly, and the home team led two goals. The fans in the stands gave their applause to the players and coaches of the Forest team without hesitation.
Chapter completed!