Chapter 95 I don't agree

In the locker room at the halftime, the Nottingham Forest players were a little frustrated and were equalized by their opponents at the end of the first half. This result was not easy for anyone to accept.

"Okay, don't think that you'll lose the ball. That's powerless..." Tang En comforted them. "Instead of being frustrated by a finished first half here, it's better to think about how we're going to be in the second half!" He clenched his fists and waved them in front of everyone's eyes.

"We basically took the initiative in the first half, and the rhythm of the game was under our control. Lampard's goal... was really an accident. There was always such an accident on the football field. But in the second half, I hope you will minimize the probability of such an accident. If we look at the source of the goal, it was not an accident. Essin's sudden forward insertion caused us to fail to react, allowing him to run to the front of our penalty area and shoot a long shot - you all thought he would cross it, or pass the football to others, right?"

"You can slow down the pace a little after ten minutes of the second half and adjust it. Pay attention to defense and save your physical strength during this period. Then wait until the last twenty minutes before starting to exert force."

Tang En knew that it was very tiring to keep a rhythm in such a major game, because in addition to physical consumption, the consumption brought by psychological pressure should not be underestimated. In the first half, Nottingham Forest had the upper hand, launched threatening attacks many times, and had a greater ball possession rate than Chelsea. The price was a large amount of physical energy consumption. Especially on two sides. If you continue to play like this in the second half, your physical fitness may collapse before the ninety minutes of the game ended.

When necessary, adjust the rhythm, slow down the offensive, and allow the opponent to attack appropriately. In addition to restoring physical fitness, you can also create a chance to counterattack. Speaking of counterattacks, Tang En doesn't think there will be better teams in this world than Nottingham Forest.

"The morale of Chelsea after the equalization must be very strong. At the beginning of the second half, they will launch a fierce offensive against our goal. At that time, don't rush to push them out and fight them. Pepe and Pique continue to guarantee their restraint against Drogba... You did a good job in the first half, and I even thought Drogba didn't play in this game." He spread his hands and joked.

These words made everyone laugh and the atmosphere was a little better.

"So, that's it, defense." Tang En once again threw out his "defense first theory". "Defend the opponent's attack. On the one hand, it can improve our morale, and on the other hand, it can severely hit the opponent's morale.  Football matches are a process of one's rise and fall. If you can withstand their crazy attack at the beginning of the second half, then the victory of the game will basically belong to us!" He clenched his fists, as if he had already grasped the championship trophy.

"Then it's the offense. You can't forget to counterattack when defending, and you can't forget to defend when attacking. This is what I ask you for you in your daily training. I hope you can let me see this thing in this game. After facing up with Chelsea's fierce attack, they will definitely feel discouraged and their physical fitness will be at a low point. At that time... do you know what to do?"

The players laughed: "Of course!"

"Finally, I hope that no matter what happens, you don't lose your desire for the championship and your confidence in victory. This is more important than any tactic. Chelsea will definitely counterattack and let them come! We are not afraid! The more crazy they counterattack, the closer we are to the championship!!"

Inside Chelsea's locker room. Grant is explaining the tactics of the second half to the players with a calm look on his face. He does not use exaggerated body movements and powerful words in the locker room like Tony Don. He is really not good at that kind of job...

"... We must strengthen the offensive at the beginning of the second half. Our offense was too bad in the first half!" In the past, Grant always considered some words in the locker room. On the one hand, he stimulated these big-name stars, causing an opposition between players and coaches in the locker room. But this time he didn't care about anything. The news about him being the winner of the Champions League will be dismissed even if he won the Champions League. He has entered the countdown for his days at Stamford Bridge, and he doesn't want to continue to coach at Chelsea. His biggest wish now is to win the championship trophy beautifully in Moscow. He slapped the media and the perverts, and then turned around and left with the liquidated damages given by Abramovich.

"Drogba, you're completely limited by the opponent's two tall central defenders. Is there any way you can get rid of them?"

Drogba was gasping for breath, not wanting to pay attention to the substitute coach who stole his mentor's job. He just kept his head muffled and said "um" and said he was fine.

Grant looked at the player who made him a headache. Everyone knew that the media had reported that some people in the locker room had opposed and questioned him. However, he was the striker who could score the most...

"...If you can't do it, I'll replace you." Grant said harshly with a serious expression.

Drogba grinned.   Nothing to say.

But the other players in the locker room looked at Golan differently. They were surprised. When did the head coach, who always seemed a little cowardly when facing big-name stars, became tough? In fact, Grant's position in the players' minds is not high. Even if he has brought the team to the finals of the Champions League, many people still think that he is a coward who has no avail. This is no wonder, after all, Grant's ex is too brilliant... Everyone can only live in the shadow of that crazy coach with a arrogant personality.

Grant found himself in trouble. His players seemed a little absent-minded. It was strange. After the equalization, their morale was still strong. Why did they feel a little overwhelmed after the halftime break? Is it because of too much pressure? Or some other reason?

He knew that there have always been some factional struggles in the locker room. There are conflicts between players, conflicts between players and coaches, and conflicts between coaches... With so many conflicts, Chelsea still reached the finals. He felt that as the head coach, he was already amazing.

But it is definitely not something that Grant can accept.

He stopped to explain the tactics. Since he didn't listen, it would be meaningless to continue talking.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, "We equalized the score, why do I think you are not happy at all now?"

No one answered his question. He is nominally the head coach of this team, but his authority in the locker room may not be as good as a native English star like Lampard.

"When do you think it's now?!" Grant couldn't help but raise his volume, "It's the halftime break of the Champions League final! There are still 45 minutes left, and the game will end! Are you still distracted here? Can you win the championship? It depends on the last forty-five minutes. I'm explaining the tactics, why no one listens?!"

He knocked on the tactical board hard, his completely contrary to the rules and tone made everyone look up.

"You don't want to win this championship, right? The club has never reached the Champions League final in history. Now you have done it and want to end here, right?" The volume is still increasing. "Scoring a goal in the Champions League final can satisfy you? Equalifying the score can satisfy you? But I don't agree!! Those fans outside don't agree!!" The angry Grant threw off his suit, pointed at the door and roared. Everyone was scared.

Lampard finally stood up, and he was still quite supportive of Grant. “Sorry, boss. No one here wants to give up the game.” He turned around and pointed at his teammates behind him. Some people nodded.

"Yes, we all want to defeat Nottingham Forest and win the championship." Captain Terry also made a statement on behalf of the team. Okay, now the problem is solved.

"Then listen carefully!" Seeing Lampard stand up, he remembered what he had just experienced. Grant's tone eased a little. He handed over the suit and picked it up, threw it aside, and began to continue explaining the tactics used in the second half to the players.

At the same time, he was surprised that he had lost himself in the moment. He became a charlatan like Tony Don, using words to denounce and stimulate the players.

But... I felt really good just now.

"Chelsea will definitely make some adjustments, not necessarily personnel, the biggest possibility is tactical. But... I wouldn't be surprised if that old man Grant replaced Drogba. The person who was surprised should be Drogba." Sitting in the coach's seat, Don Eun smiled and said to the people around him. The second half of the game is about to begin, and he still has the leisure to joke with the assistant coaches.

It's really strange that he never had such a mentality when playing AC Milan. Even if he fights Mourinho, Chelsea, he dare not be arrogant, but when he fights Grant, he always feels like "everything is in my control."

I have never been in my heart and treated this old Israeli man as a real opponent...

The two sides changed their positions in the second half, and neither team changed personnel, but made fine-tuning tactical adjustments. Nottingham Forest emphasized defense more, while Chelsea took advantage of their kick-off in the second half to launch a series of offensives against the Forest's goal.

In the 55th minute, Essin once again broke from the full-back position to the heart of Nottingham Forest. He shook Ribery and then shot. He was slightly above the crossbar.

Two minutes later, Drogba received a corner kick from the left. He jumped high and headed the ball, but unfortunately he hit the ball high again.

In just ten seconds, Barack suddenly took a long shot after dribbling the ball in the midfield, and the football missed the post on the right.

During this period, Chelsea's offense completely suppressed Nottingham Forest, and the Forest team gradually fell into a disadvantage in the midfield confrontation. It is not that Chelsea's midfield strength is stronger, but Grant asked the midfielders to increase the intensity of the confrontation and make the entire midfield tougher, because George Wood is also a tough midfielder. As an opponent, if he is still soft, it is not surprising to lose the midfield.

The fundamental reason for determining the outcome of the game lies in the midfield. Only by achieving the midfield can Chelsea have hope of completing the reversal.

Once Barack, Lampard and Marklele became hard, the situation on the field of Chelsea immediately changed. No matter how powerful George Wood is, he cannot compete with three people alone.

Faced with Chelsea's tide of offensives, Pepe and Pique made many key rescues. And because Chelsea's ground pressure pushed back, the Nottingham Forest formation was compressed back, George Wood was more like a central defender than a midfielder. Even Van Nisstruy came back to participate in the defense, and there was only Eastwood in front - it was placed there to play a counterattack. But now, the Forest has no chance to counterattack.

Grant knows Tony Donn's team. They are the kind of team that you can't take it lightly even if you surround the attack and need to pay attention to defense at any time. So when you ask the team to siege Nottingham Forest, you can play on-site interceptions in the frontcourt and never give them a chance to counterattack.

In the 66th minute, Chelsea forced a corner kick again through a continuous goal. Lampard drove the corner kick. The continuous attack made Van der Sar a little nervous. He did not choose to wait for the defenders to clear the ball, but planned to take the ball by himself and completely end Chelsea's offensive.

but--

"He was lost!!" the narrator screamed.

Van der Sar chose to attack, which was really a bit rash. There were three people in the middle. Even if he attacked, he could not get the football directly. At most, he would hit the ball. Van der Sar also discovered this when he was in the air. So the temporary change of strategy was the direct consequence of him losing...

The football passed by his fist!

This shocked Nottingham Foresters' hearts to their hearts, because Chelsea's captain John Terry was right next to Vanderza.

This central defender has an excellent header...

Perhaps he was stunned by Van der Sar's attack, and the white football suddenly flew in front of him. Terry had not come to his senses yet. He waved his head in a hurry, but ended up with the same ending as Van der Sar - without rubbing!

"Sigh-" This time, whether it was Nottingham Forest fans or Chelsea fans, everyone took a breath.

The football was not rubbed by anyone, and it flew through the Nottingham Forest penalty area at high speed, and then flew directly out of the other side.

"Nottingham Forest escaped! And John Terry would definitely be upset about why he didn't hit that ball! They had the chance to lead Nottingham Forest!"

The ball was so scared that Tang En stood up from his seat, and almost went to annoyance with his hands holding his head. Fortunately, Terry was possessed by his soul at the last moment, and by chance, he didn't hit the ball.

Grant on the other side also jumped out of his seat, but he was excited and upset - at first because of excitement, but later he jumped again. This time it was because of regret.

"Chelsea missed a good opportunity, and maybe they will regret it after the game. But now Chelsea has the advantage on the field, and they can create more good opportunities. Chelsea's powerful attack group can always seize one opportunity, right?"

Before Chelsea seized the opportunity, Nottingham Forest's own defense collapsed one corner.

Pikui fell to the ground after a fierce fight, and rolled on his hand with his calf. He cramped.

Team doctor Fleming was ordered to run up again, and George Wood was already pressing Pique's feet to him for emergency treatment.

"Chelsea has put a lot of pressure on us..." Chris Lak murmured.

The pressure was indeed very high during this period. Continuous siege. The defenders were already dizzy. As a central defender, Pique not only had to make up for Bale's position, but also had to return to the middle to defend Drogba and compete for Chelsea's cross from the flank. He used his body to block Chelsea's crazy long shot...

"It's time to make adjustments?" Tang saw Tang En get up and asked.

Tang En nodded.

"It was earlier than expected. But the plan could not keep up with the changes, and the important thing was on-site command." Donn walked to the sidelines. He called George Wood and Van der Fate.

"Press it out, don't crouch behind. George, you are a midfielder, not a central defender. What do you do when you run into the penalty area? Rafael, you need to rely on your personal skills to bring the football out. Don't worry, George will protect you from the back. If you encounter an interruption, pass the ball, use fast passes and cuts, passes and cuts!" Done made a gesture, "Don't get entangled with them in the midfield, then you'll be fooled by Chelsea. Pass the midfield at the fastest speed, threaten their goal directly, give them a color, and they will be a little more honest! If you have a long shot, you can shoot from a long shot, and you don't have to pursue the success rate of the attack. In this case, one or two threatening shots are enough to turn the situation around!"

He said quickly, and the two of them nodded.

"Okay, go up and tell others what I said and let them do as they do."

He patted the two of them on the shoulders and sent them back to the stadium, but Tang En did not walk back to the coach's seat. He continued to stand on the sidelines and stared at the stadium. The situation gradually became more and more critical, and he could not sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.

He turned his head and glanced at Trant, who was also standing on the sidelines.

Chelsea's performance during this period made him feel pressure and smell dangerous. He can no longer joke with this game and this opponent like he did at the beginning of the second half.

It seems that I have to treat Grant differently?

Perhaps this game is a little turbulent?

How big a wave do you want to make, Mr. Grant?

Want to win the championship? I won't agree.
Chapter completed!