Chapter 61: Tang En's Return (Part 2)

The excited players jumped out of their seats and pulled their necks, blushed and screamed. Even those who were not on the team last season couldn't help but clenched their fists and felt their blood surge. The nostalgic atmosphere in the locker room in the first half of the year gradually recovered.

Walker was watching Donn roaring with the players. A simple phone call could make him use the role he wanted... Tony, Paul Hart did not misread you; Ian Bowyer did not misread you; "Head" would not misread you. And I am so lucky to work with you. But it's a pity... it's the end of this season.

Donne's adjustment at the midfield break was completely unexpected by the head coach of the Crystal Palace. Rebrov was still on the court, but his position had changed from a forward who was in front to a midfielder! Steve Camper turned his head to look at assistant coach Brevante: "Terry?"

Brevant's answer was to shake his head, and he didn't quite understand.

Standing behind the center circle waiting for the kickoff, Rebrov suddenly realized that the court in front of him was so wide and the gap between the opponent's defenders was so big. From the forward to the midfield, he just changed his position on the court, and he saw a completely different world from before.

He turned his head and looked at the home team coach's seat on the sidelines. Tony Donn stood there, shouting something to him, waving his hands, but he couldn't hear the English with a strong accent. It doesn't matter, I know what I should do.

I have good skills, I am fast, I am good at dribbling, letting me insert the back row, and there is no problem with breaking through and passing the ball! When I and Shepchenko fought side by side in Dynamo Kiev, breaking the goal of AC Milan and Barcelona, ​​I was not a pure striker either. Andre was at the front and I would retreat. I passed the ball to him and he scored.

I'm a midfield organizer! I can't score goals, but I can assist!

He looked at the tall but heavy British defenders and laughed. When you let me face the goal, it's time for you to be in trouble... I promise.

Walker, who was sitting in the coach's seat, saw Donn turn around and come back. He just shouted to let Rebrov over the ball on the sidelines and run more and interspersed. He didn't know if the Ukrainians heard it.

"Tony. Why did you suddenly think of a forward who had never played in training in the midfield to play this position in the game?" Walker asked, pointing to Rebrov on the court.

"Rebrov's problem is not that he is not good enough, but that he is not suitable for the British style of playing football and pressing fiercely with the defenders. Over time, he loses the confidence to shoot, and then the other confidences are also lost. His skills are still there, but they are not placed in the right position. I asked him to withdraw, stay away from the defenders he is afraid of, and give him room to move. Let him face the direction of the offensive. With his skills and consciousness, he can still play a great role in the League One. In addition..." Tang En looked at the coach seat of the next visiting team and smiled, "The current head coach of Crystal Palace is an idiot, he is not as good as his assistant coach. This change will make him confused. Then make wrong judgments. We must win this game. Do you know, Des, I suddenly changed my mind."

"What's the idea?" Walker didn't understand.

"We not only want to make breakthroughs in the Cup, but I also want to directly advance to the Premier League at the end of the season!"

Walker widened his eyes and looked at his mouth and almost grinned at the ears.

"Don't you believe it? Des? Even if we are the last one now, it is not impossible to become the league champion by the end of the season."

Seeing Donne so confident, Walker murmured: "What a crazy plan..."

The game has begun. Done stood up from the coach's seat and was going to command the game on the sidelines. Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at Walker, giving him a more shocking goal: "League A champion. English Premier League quota, English League Cup or FA Cup champion, UEFA Cup qualification... This time, I will never fail!"

John and his team each had a plastic cup containing beer, and stood in the stands to continue watching the game.

"Why is that Ukrainian still on the court? Why didn't Tony replace him? I can tell that he is not good at all!" Someone complained.

John glared at him: "You are so awesome, you go and be the head coach! Watch the game honestly, and still don't believe him? Tony has never disappointed us!"

Crystal Palace's head coach Steve Camper turned out to be the team's sports director, not the head coach. He led the team with that little ability. The result was that Crystal Palace ranked third from the bottom after playing twenty-two rounds in the league.

He couldn't see what the meaning of Tang En's adjustment was.

If you can't score the goal, let the forward play in the midfield? Coach Tony Donn, your tactical changes are too taken for granted!

Playing 451, two defensive midfielders want to lose fewer penalty kicks at home? Stop dreaming, my Andrew is in good shape!

He had just finished talking in his heart, and the Forest team grabbed Andrew Johnson's ball in the backcourt, and then passed it to Rebrov who was waiting sideways in front. Donne specifically explained that the Forest team's offensive organization is now handed over to Rebrov. Give him full trust, hoping to gain a completely different super player.

Rebrov, who got the ball, found that no one rushed up to defend himself with both kicking and pulling defense. He calmly adjusted the football and then drove the ball to the Crystal Palace's defense line.

"Sergey Rebrov, he dribbled the ball... the second one! It's hard to believe this is the Rebrov we've seen! He passed the third Crystal Palace defensive player and he broke into the penalty area-"

Rebrov discovered that the defenders who once made him feel very scared were just wooden stakes. It was the ground. He looked at it from a different perspective and found that the whole world was different!

Crystal Palace defender Darren Powell rushed up, and Rebrov lightly dunked the ball and planned to continue wiping it in, but was tripped by the opponent.

"Darren Powell... a penalty kick! a penalty kick!" the TV commentator shouted.

Before the referee's whistle sounded first, a louder roar rang out in the city court.

"Punishment shot-!!"

Tang En, who saw this scene on the sidelines, jumped up from the ground. I've bet right!

The referee ran to the foul spot and pointed his hand at the white spot in the middle of the penalty area - yes, a penalty kick!

"This is a penalty kick, no doubt! Rebrov broke through the entire defense line of Crystal Palace by himself, winning the team the opportunity to equalize the score. His performance is completely different from before! What did Tony Donn, a magician, say during the halftime break? Just let Rebrov change his position and let the Ukrainian be reborn!"

Rebrov, who fell in the penalty area, got up from the ground and saw the players from Crystal Palace begging for mercy around the referee, while the teammates of the Forest team rushed towards him with their arms open... Then, he fell on the court again.

Penalty? Did I create it?

This feels really good!

Andy Reed scored the penalty shot created by Rebrov into the goal, and a huge cheer broke out in the stands again. They cheered for Reed, who was about to leave the team during the winter break. Of course, Rebrov's name also appeared in their cheers this time.

The Forests equalized the score and confused the players of Crystal Palace and their head coach. Fifteen minutes later, Rebrov finally scored a goal!

When all the defenders were preventing Rebrov from breaking through, he chose to shoot hard from outside the penalty area. The football rushed straight into the Crystal Palace's gate like a cannonball!

"Sergey-Redbrov!!!" A huge cheer sounded in the stands.

"This is Rebrov! This is the Rebrov who partnered with Shepchenko, making AC Milan and Barcelona tremble!"

Rebrov on the court was pressed under his teammates for the second time, while Don En on the sidelines was picked up by Walker with excitement.

"I believe you, Tony! We can, we can really!"

At the same time, Evan Doggetti stood up from his seat in the VIP box and reached out to the frustrated Crystal Palace chairman Simon Jordan. He was so happy that he did not rudely dance in front of the other side.

"What a pity, Mr. Michael Jordan." He said with a smile, "Although you have the same name as the God of Basketball in the United States, it's a pity that this is a football game."

Simon Jordan's expression on his face became even more awkward. He stretched his hands in the air, and he didn't hold them, nor did he hold them...

Outside the box, the roar of the Forest Team fans came: "Victory!!" It was like a thunderbolt in the night sky, reflecting the pale face of Mr. Chairman of the Crystal Palace.

Pierce Bruce looked around the boiling stands in the press booth, and then looked at Tony Donn, who was celebrating the goal with the players who ran back from the field. He suddenly thought of the words, the words he heard when he was taken to the Forest Bar.

The man stood there, standing among a group of worshippers, with his arms spreading as if he wanted to embrace the whole world. Amid the shouts of "Tony! Tony", he was like a lion, the king of beasts, roaring.

"One day, one day I will come back! Then you will hear a bigger cheer than this!"
Chapter completed!