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"What are you doing? We possessed 54% of the ball in the whole game, but one goal was behind? Mido, you, a big man, only won half of the header? That Bramble is a well-known champion in the Premier League! And Lenon and Reed, where did your sharp breakthroughs go? What will be helpful to the game after running behind the opponent like a quail? I want to score a goal!!"

Yoer smashed the tactical board with a blackboard. The locker room was quiet. [.br/>"It was really tmd shit." Yoer cursed in his heart. He was unwilling to admit that his own arrangement had failed. The breakthroughs on the side and the contacts in the middle were well arranged.

"Okay, the second half is still as the kicks arranged before. The only change is that Reed and Lenon have increased their inward cuts and switch positions. OK! Go to the game!"

Compared to Yoer's furiousness, Mr. Yang only reminded the team's defense a few times. However, when it was worth noting, when Mr. Yang explained the tactics, Hamsik kept lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

When Master Yang returned to the private room from the locker room, the score on the field had actually changed.

"Who can tell me what happened?" The eye-catching score on the scoreboard was accompanied by the cheerful singing of Tottenham fans.

1-1, the two teams tied.

Mr. Yang took out his computer and replayed Tottenham's lightning goal just now.

Lenon cuts and Milner follows the defense. All this is normal.

However, after entering the front of the penalty area, Milner obviously had a misunderstanding with Ramech, who assisted in defense. Milner slowed down. Ramech thought Milner would close the goal and defend with him, and was also one step slower.

Lenon easily passed the defense.

Shoot!

Lenon's ball was thrown, but it still flew into the net.

"One dragon, Lenon one dragon. Such performance is enough to get him into the national team. At the same age of 18, Lenon's performance is obviously stronger than the same-age players who compete in the same field." The commentator praised local players like Lenon. It was obvious that in his opinion another rising star on the wing was about to rise slowly under his mouth.

Master Yang watched Rhodes off the court from the private room and signaled the players to calm down.

Originally, after the opponent scored a goal, Mr. Yang and Rhode had already prepared the plan.

"Can I call?" Master Yang asked Remington beside him.

"Yes." The man in glasses nodded.

The FA's punishment did not restrict Mr. Yang from directing the competition by telephone or pass notes. Mr. Yang certainly would not miss any opportunity to use high technology.

"Old Ronaldo, let Montelivo recycle it. I feel like they are going to attack our ribs and let the full-back move a little up."

"Okay." Rhodes helped out with Bluetooth headphones and quickly passed the instructions from Mr. Yang to the players on the field.

But just as Yang Shigang set up his tactics, the situation on the field has changed again - Tottenham scored another goal!

Carrick passed in the middle and made a corner kick with a long shot.

The corner kick was sent, and Mido headed the ball to break the net.

2-1 Tottenham Hotspur reversed.

"Newcastle didn't expect to lose two goals in a row within 10 minutes. Things became difficult. Hiller shot! He flew into the stands. Defoe shot! He deviated from the goal!! From the perspective of neutral fans, these two teams holding the banner of offensive football will definitely make them excited."

The fans are satisfied, but Mr. Yang feels uncomfortable. Newcastle fans have always dared to love and hate him as the head coach, and praise you if they win, and scold you if they lose. For an outsider like Mr. Yang, there is no need to care about anything. It can be imagined that if Hiller is the head coach, he can at least be patted.

"Old Luo, let's replace Clark. Lamechi needs to adjust."

"I want to say, do you want to consider using Clark for Hamsik? This will help the midfield defense."

"Lao Luo, believe me and believe him. He has a big heart. Tell him not to forget what he learned in the reserve team. He won't be replaced in this game, let him think about how to play next."

Rhode pondered on the other end of the phone for a while, and finally said helplessly: "Okay."

Hamsik on the court saw the substitution sign, and Clark took over Lamech and Rhodes passed on Mr. Yang's words to Hamsik intact.

"Don't forget what I learned in the reserve team." Hamsik vaguely understood what Mr. Yang meant.

On the court, the offense and defense of both sides continued. The changes reflected by Newcastle were obvious. In the midfield, a player wearing a No. 17 jersey was running tirelessly.

"No. 17 received the pass, and he passed it out. He ran forward and received the ball again."

"The ball of No. 17 was cut off. Counter-robbery, Davis and No. 17 fell to the ground, and the foul was Davis."

"The pass of the ball of No. 17, Chopra took the ball, passed the ball. It was Dawson's interruption. It was No. 17 again. He appeared next to Dawson. Dawson cleared the ball."

"If it weren't for the jersey I even thought No. 17 was possessed by Nedved. We can call him his name from Marek Hamsik in Slovakia."

Pass, catch, pass.

I don’t believe it anymore. My running and fighting will not work?

I don't believe my level, but I can't even play in the Premier League?

I don't believe it, can't even pass the old man Davis?

A burst of breath hit Hamsik's chest and couldn't vent.

Hamsik took the ball. His running and receiving have won the respect of all Newcastle players, and the desire for victory has made every Newcastle player feel a little excited.

"Everyone runs one more step, and eleven people can run one more minute in one more time, which is equivalent to twelve people playing football in Newcastle."

Jason and Remington looked at Master Yang in surprise, who seemed to be talking to themselves.

If a player doesn't know how to use his strengths, he will never be a top player. If Irving is asked to compete with his opponents for muscles, and if Hiller is asked to use his skills, they will always be a 2b youth.

Hamsik and Montlivo cooperated, and Davis once again stood in front of him.

This time Hamsik once again did an act that even Master Yang could not understand.

Extraordinary!

It's actually extraordinary!

After consecutive failures, Hamsik resolutely chose to confront him head-on.

Hamsik leaned forward and accelerated!

Davis lowered his center of gravity and waited for an opportunity to steal.

Hamsik turned around.

There is no chance this time.

Heel!

Push the crotch!

Hamsik turned around and succeeded!

Davis' turn around took almost half a century. If it was more speed and agility, he was certainly not Hamsik's opponent. In the words of Master Yang, Hamsik learned to attack others' weaknesses with his own strengths - boy, he finally learned bad things on the court.

Hamsik dribbled the ball and slashed towards the center of Tottenham's penalty area like a flash of lightning.

Carrick is struggling to chase back.

Hiller and Chopra are opening the gap for Hamsic.

Shooting!!!

The ball under Hamsik's feet looked like a shell, and Robinson spread his arms.

when!

The crossbar of the goal was shaking, the ball bounced on the grass and bounced up again.

Robinson pressed the ball tightly under him.

The ball has entered!

The ball entered?

Hiller raised his arm and he could see the ball hitting the goal line as much as half a meter.

The referee's whistle did not sound.

Robinson hurriedly got up from the ground and kicked the ball out. Of course he saw the ball reaching half a meter, but he wouldn't foolishly tell the referee what he saw - only fools and lunatics do that, right? - I'm not Dicanho.

Mr. Yang and Jason couldn't help but frown. They both knew Hamsik's personality. If the ball was blown out, the possibility of Hamsik's explosion was almost 100%.

It's over, another red card.

Master Yang covered his forehead.

Sure enough, the Hillers' complaints were ignored by the referee. Hamsik stood on the penalty area line and clenched his fists tightly.

Hamsik ran towards Robinson, and Chopra pulled him, but couldn't hold him back.

It's over! Even worse! It's rude to the referee, at most it will be a suspension. Real-life PK will be suspended at the airport?

“you–a

e－a－f

aud (You are a liar). "Hamsik's English is not very standard, but the last word that starts with f is correct. It can be imagined that Hamsik, who had excessive saliva secretion just now, used the liquid in his mouth without reservation.

Robinson looked "artificial treasure". Before he could attack, Hamsik had already run back to his half. While running, he also called his teammates righteously - to return to defense and return to defense!

Oh my god, this prodigal child is over, I’ve learned bad things!

Both sides are investing in a new round of offense and defense.

Master Yang only realized at this time, damn it, that was a good ball just now. The video of the ball hitting the ball inside the goal and rebounding was clearly played on the computer.

"Mr. Remington, how should I complain to the FA?"
To be continued...