Des Walker was the last to enter the locker room. He wanted to ensure that all players went in front of him and no one was left behind outside. But when he walked into the locker room, he was still surprised - Tony Donn was not here. The atmosphere in the locker room was very chaotic, sighing, complaining to each other, and there were even people talking about how to leave this "Hell Forest" during the winter transfer period. Several consecutive defeats and turbulent economic conditions made the team's hearts disintegrate. No matter how you look at it, you can't connect the people here with professional players. If the Forest fans came to the door to see this scene, they would definitely be disappointed with them. I wonder what they would be angry about?

Ian Bowyer sat in the corner, like an outsider. Walker felt an unknown fire in his heart. The team performed so poorly and even had very inappropriate remarks, but he, a veteran assistant coach, stood by and watched. Even if he didn't want Tang En to be the acting head coach, he should put aside those personal grudges when working? Is it good for his future if the team loses?

Just as he was about to go up to show off with Bower, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps coming from the corridor behind, and judging from the sound, there must be more than one person rushing to the road...

He turned his head strangely, and then saw the scene that made him open and close his mouth.

A group of fans wearing the forest team's red jerseys were hurriedly running towards the door of the locker room with forest team scarves around their necks! Walker didn't count, but he glanced at him and saw that the group had already blocked the passage outside the locker room.

This...what happened? Who allowed them to come in? The locker room is absolutely private, and no one can take a step without permission...Security, what about security?!

He just wanted to open his mouth to stop the group of fans who seemed a little excited, but was already squeezed aside, and then watched a large group of at least ten fans flock into the small locker room...

He was just worried that such a locker room atmosphere would allow fans to see what they would think in their hearts, and it will be realized now.

He was separated from the outside and could not see what was happening inside. But he could hear the locker room in the street tavern just now quiet.

This embarrassing quiet was broken by a calm footstep. Walker saw that Don was walking slowly from the direction the fans came just now. Looking at him, he seemed to be walking leisurely. He didn't care about what was going on in the locker room. He quickly met him, pulled Don aside, and lowered his voice and asked him: "Tony, those fans..."

"Well, I let them in and visit."

"You?!" Walker's eyes widened.

Tang En was very satisfied with the assistant's reaction, "Well, after I left the stadium, I went to the front store and planned to buy a pack of cigarettes. Then I heard them talking about the first half game and said that I wanted to encourage the group of bastards who were paying but didn't work, so I let them come."

"Tony! Are you crazy? Do you know where this is? The locker room! Mr. Chairman will not break into the forbidden area without saying hello! Your head... your head is really..." Walker was really angry.

Don En smiled: "Don't worry, Des. Come with me here to watch the show." He grabbed Walker and did not let him rush into the locker room. Then the two of them heard a surprised voice coming from the direction of the locker room.

"Who are you...you? How did you come in?" Old Bowyer's voice was a little panic in surprise, and his voice trembled.

It is not a joke that Bowy is not as good as his psychological quality. No one can keep calm when he sees a group of angry fans entering the locker room. After a brief abnormal silence, it will explode.

The lead was a very fat and tall fan, pulled off the red scarf of the Forest team around his neck, and then threw it hard on the face of the forward Jack Lester, who performed very poorly in the first half.

"We work hard to cheer you up in the stands, and you will repay us like this!" He shouted loudly, shocking the audience. "We pay for tickets, ask you for autographs, worship you, support you... treat you as heroes in this city. No matter how bad the grades are, we don't complain. But look at you now! Which of you are like professional players? Who said you were going to leave just now? You can get out now! The Forest team doesn't need such garbage!"

"I tell you, we will continue to watch the second half. We want to see how you bastards were humiliated by East Londoners! Anyway, it's not our face that you lost! Bah!" He spat fiercely, the fat man turned around and squeezed out of the locker room. Other fans also pulled the scarf off their necks and threw them on the ground, then turned around and walked out.

Seeing a large group of people passing by, Tang En was still interested in saying hello to them. "Good job, guys."

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him. Everyone lowered their heads and walked in a hurry, leaving the passage without saying a word.

Des Walker also lowered his head. He had just stepped down from the player position, and sometimes he could not separate the two completely different identities of assistant coach and player. Just now, the fans angrily accused the players of not doing their best. He felt as if he was also accusing himself of being a coach for not taking responsibility. When he was a player, he had a good relationship with the Forest fans. Even when he scored an own goal in the FA Cup final, resulting in the team losing to Tottenham Hotspur, no fans accused him. Now he felt that the fans seemed to point at the nose and scolded him: "You are not worthy of leading the Forest team! You are not worthy of accepting our respect!"

Just as he was blaming himself, Tang En suddenly patted his back: "Des, come with me." To be honest, Walker had lost the ability to think specifically at this time, and he just mechanically followed Tang En into a dead locker room. Everything he saw next made him still remember when he was very old.

Tang En strode into the locker room, stood at the door and glanced at everyone, then stopped his eyes on the scarf on the ground. It seemed that the fans were really angry, and he shrugged in his heart.

Hearing the footsteps came to an abrupt end, everyone raised their heads and looked at the missing acting head coach. No one could see the expression on his face because there was nothing there. But they knew that these fans must have been put in on purpose. No one could enter the locker room without the head coach's permission. What is the coach going to say now?

Many people still remember the last League One game. They were two goals behind before the end of the halftime. During the break, the head coach said something, but he couldn't remember it. Because his voice was too small, he couldn't suppress the singing, booing and cheering from outside. Anyway, everyone saw him paddling around the tactical board, but they had no idea. In this way, they finally lost a 0:3, the same score as today's first half.

Don En didn't speak. He lowered his head and picked up the team scarf abandoned by the fans from the ground, dusted off the dust, and handed it all over to Walker standing behind him. Then he looked up at the players of the team.

"Jack Lester, Malone Halewood, Matthew Louis Jean." He spoke slowly, and he reported the names of players who were not good in the first half. "Garreth Williams, Eugen Pope, Andy Reed, Darren Ward. I'm asking you a question very seriously now... Did you go out to visit prostitutes together last night?"

No one expected their head coach to ask such a question, so he opened his mouth wide and stared at him blankly, not knowing what to answer.

"Answer me, yes, or no?!" Tang En yelled suddenly, and everyone in the locker room was frightened by him. No one dared to answer.

"For the first time, I hate the football rules so much. If it were stipulated that an official game could be replaced by eleven people, I would replace you all now!" Tang En waved his arms excitedly, completely different from the gloomy Tony Tang En before. "Your performance is shit... I was wrong, not shit, but ten pieces of shit! I asked them to come because they said they wanted to encourage you, do it well in the second half, and there is still a chance, and it is no big deal to fall behind by three balls... But!"

Donnn paused, then sighed, "But you disappointed them. What kind of team are they looking at? I was wrong again, can you still be called the 'team'? You are one, two, three, four... fourteen pieces of shit!" Donnn compared to one with his left hand and four with his right hand. "I tell you, if I were not the coach of this team, I would like to do this to you now..." He put away his left hand, and the four fingers of his right hand retracted three, leaving only one middle finger high. "There are 27,000 such middle fingers in the stands outside!"

None of the players expected that Coach Tony Tangen would curse with his mouth, vicious words, clear speech, and excited emotions, completely subverting the impression of this person in their hearts. They were dumbfounded by Tangen, sitting in their own positions one by one, not knowing what to express.

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On the way to the locker room, Evan Dogerty was still trying to persuade his father to give up the idea of ​​taking him to meet the team. "Donn must be very busy during the precious halftime break, and the team and him probably don't have time to meet us. I think it's better to forget it."

"Just meet and say hello. We'll leave after all, it won't take more than half a minute." Nigel continued to stick to his opinion. Evan shrugged and shook his head lightly behind his father.

Just as the two of them reached the fork in the road leading to the locker room, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the corner, which scared them. Evan hurriedly reached out and grabbed his father, afraid that he would run into the crowd. His old father could not withstand any trouble.

"What's going on?" Negl found that the group of people passing by were coming from the locker room. He looked over there strangely and said to himself.

After letting the group of people, the two came to the door of the locker room. Nigel looked back at his son and found that his tie was loose, so he asked him to tie it: "Evan, remember. The locker room is a very sacred place, and we must maintain our image."

Seeing that his son was quite obedient, he nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and knocked on the door. As soon as his hand was placed on the door, he heard Tony Donn's roar coming from inside.

"Twenty-seven thousand middle fingers! It's as lush as the Sherwood Forest!"

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After taking a break, I took the opportunity to observe the expressions of the players. Tang En continued: "I know that it's not a day or two that some people in this team want to leave. For some people, the Forest team is just a large ATM. No matter how they perform, the monthly salary will be paid. But I want to remind you fools, no club will pay for a bunch of shit. If you continue to perform like shit on the court, don't expect anyone to pay for this performance! I won't stop you from leaving, and I won't keep those who don't care about it. But you must understand that what your future will be like, not with me, depends on your own performance! Who do you think you are playing football for? Fans? Club Chairman? Or I am the acting head coach who doesn't know when the class will be dismissed? Idiot, you are playing football for yourself!!"

Many people's eyes changed when they looked at Tang En, surprised, excited, and thought about all kinds of emotions. Tang En knew that this attack technique had been successful. At this time, you would say that the team honors you had to leave were useless. Just say that what they care about most - everyone's future. Ensure that they are directly aimed at the heart of the people, so that those who were originally absent-minded must concentrate on listening to what they were about to say.

As for the other people...

Donne pulled out a folded scarf from Walker's hand, shook it open, and held it in front of everyone's eyes.

"What does a scarf with the badge and name of your favorite team mean to the fans? If someone doesn't understand, I can call back the group of people just now to explain. Do you think they are surrounded by cold necks? Des."

Walker heard Donn call him and quickly stood up.

"Look at the scarf on your hand, do you think it looks familiar?"

After being reminded by Tang En, he realized that the scarves in his hand were different in style, size, pattern and color, and they were not the same.

"Des, what's the model I have in my hand?" Tang En asked without looking back.

Walker looked carefully for a while, then replied with certainty: "91-92 season."

"Very good." Then Tang En pulled out of Walker's hand one by one, and Walker also answered one by one, completely correct. This surprised Yian Bowyer next to him. Even an old player and coach of a team like him could not accurately report the era when the scarf styles were launched.

"The last one." Tang En picked up the last narrow scarf. Compared with the other ones, the scarf was particularly old, with dull colors and decolorized, and there were traces of being worn out on the edges. This time he didn't hear any sound for a long time. He looked back at Walker, and then he found that Walker's eyes were a little strange when he stared at the scarf.

"Des?"

"Sorry... This is the 79-80 season model, the one that appeared at the Bernabeu when the Forest defended its European Champions League!" Des Walker said excitedly. This scarf reminded him of the former glory of the Forest. Although he was a Londoner, he joined the team in 1983 when he had the most glorious time in the Forest, he played for the Forest for a total of twelve years, and played 321 games for the Forest. He had long become a complete Forest fan and Nottingham.

When Walker reported the origin of this ragged scarf, many people in the locker room took a breath. Many people here were in the European Champions League, which was a honor that many people here could not imagine, but the ball emblem on their chests had been intimately in contact with the Big Ear Cup twice. Although this club is now in a downturn, it used to be the winner of the highest honor of European clubs twice in a row.

Tang En didn't expect that he was so lucky. There were such old antiques among the scarfs thrown by the fans. I really don't know which fan was too excited to throw them away. Will he feel very regretful when he calmed down? This scarf is no different from a rag to ordinary people, but in the hearts of hardcore forest fans, it is priceless!

He couldn't help but look at the scarf in his hand carefully, as if he could see history from this shabby scarf. The cheers over the Bernabeu are endless, and the sparkling silver trophy is shining under the fireworks. That is the dream of many people...

He calmed down his mind and looked at the player again, and the situation was different from what he had just happened.

Michael Dawson is an authentic Nottingham Forester. He knows the glory of the Forest team in the past. When he saw this scarf, he was already excited and unable to control himself. He suddenly stood up: "Boss, boss..."

"What are you doing?" Tang En didn't understand what he was going to do.

"Can you, can I touch that scarf?" Dawson stretched out his hand and pointed at the scarf in Tang En's hand.

Don Eun handed over the scarf, Dawson took it with his hands solemnly, then pulled it away and raised it over his head, as if he was holding the European Champions League. The bright white light shot down through the scarf and shone on his eyes, but he did not look away at the scarf, and he said to himself with a trembling voice: "When I was four years old, I followed my father to watch the football in the city court. This is how I learned that they would pull the scarf and shout 'Forest!''Forest!' I dreamed that when I grew up, I could play football for the Forest and win games for thousands of people like my father in the stands."

The locker room was quiet, everyone looked at the scarf on Dawson's hand, and even the two people outside the door listened in a sideways.

"When I was a kid, if I asked my father to tell me stories, he would always tell the story of Forest winning two European Champions League titles and forty-two consecutive unbeaten games, but I would never get tired of it. Whenever I talked about those two Champions League finals, he would imitate the commentator on the radio shouting: 'Trevor Francis!''John Robertson!''Forest is the champion, the European Champions!'" Dawson sighed, "This scarf is older than me. But when I finally joined the Forest Junior Team as I wished, Forest was relegated..."

Dawson's narration made Des Walker feel a little emotional. He did not experience the sad moment of the Forest team's relegation, but he experienced the final glory of the Forest team. He still remembers scenes of himself at the city stadium, and he even remembers that Coach Crowe's dream of winning the FA Cup was shattered because of his own own goal. At that time, he cried like a tearful person in the face of the godfather-like coach Brian Crowe.

He and Stuart Pierce formed the England national defense, which was as solid as a defence. At that time, their team was full of talented players, Franz Carr, Neil Weber, Ian Bowyer, Nigel Crowe, John Robertson, Steve Stone, Teddy Sheringham, Roy Keane... They were fearless together, and even Liverpool, who won the European Champions League five times, would feel trembling in front of them.

Also touched was a man hiding in the corner with a white hair.

"...I don't know how long the Forest team has been in the A-League, I haven't counted it. Every year before the new season starts, they say that we shouldn't stay in the A-League, we should go to the Super League. But we are still in the A-League at the end of the season. Many people lost their confidence and left because of this reason. I also know that people will definitely leave after the end of this season, and then we will wait for a batch of new teammates to start the season again. Our teammates have changed batch after batch, and the coach has changed one, the only thing that doesn't become is that we are still in the A-League. I really want to play

In the Super League, I think as long as we are given a chance, we can prove that we can play in the Super League!" At this point, Dawson's tone became stronger and his emotions became a little excited. "I can't wait for next season or next season now. I want to prove that we can play in the Super League too! Is West Ham a super team? Playing with them can also be considered as playing in the Super League, right? Let's just think so! Defeat them and prove that our strength is indeed competent in the Super League! I beg everyone to help me once and let me play in a Super League!"

Looking at the light radiating from the face of the 19-year-old child, Tang En suddenly felt how correct he had to let him be the captain. Is there anyone more suitable for him? There is no need to say anything he has to prepare later. This child is much better than his poor actor.

He raised his arms and raised his voice and said, "Now I have a way to save the situation in the second half. But I need people who really want to play football and want to play to implement this plan. I don't need sleepwalkers who don't wake up, and cowards who think we have lost. What I need is a warrior, a warrior who can abandon everything for victory at critical moments! Who do you want to do like this? Stand up!"

Hula, everyone in the locker room stood up at the same time.

Tang En smiled: "Very good, soldiers."

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Two people listening outside the door. Nigel Doggetti lowered his voice and shouted his son's name: "Evan."

"I'm here, father."

"You are right. It's really not suitable for us to go in and say hello to them. Let's go, I will find another time to arrange for you to meet those soldiers." After that, he turned around and walked back slowly.

Evan looked back at the locker room door and walked closely to his father.

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In the locker room at this moment, Tang En was trying to tell the players the tactics for the second half. He had no time to do self-modest or polite greetings, and there was only less than five minutes left in the halftime break. This was only known when Walker reminded him. At this moment, he naturally had no leisure to sigh that his fate had turned a big turn out of thin air. Four days ago, an ordinary Chinese man who was unknown and was scattered. Four days later, he could actually see such a good show in the locker room of a professional team, and he also taught tactics to a group of professional players.

He quickly drew West Ham United's lineup on the tactical board, which he himself observed from the first half.

"The core of the West Ham United team is their captain Joe Cole, who has many high-level players. The team has delicate skills and tacit cooperation. Such a team is a bit difficult to play, but it is not invincible. Their team looks beautiful, but there are great hidden dangers. They beat us 3:0 in the first half, and we are a Class A team, one level lower than them. For West Ham, the most important game at this time is no longer the third round of the FA Cup. Instead, they play Newcastle at home on the 23rd round of the Premier League. Do you understand what I said? "Don't you ask, "Tang looked up and asked, slowly giving himself and the players who are listening. It is not good to instill too much in one breath.

The players may still be confused, but the two assistant coaches understand.

Although the season is only halfway through, West Ham United's relegation situation is already very serious. The qualification to stay in the Premier League is much more important than a FA Cup. With three goals leading, the opponent will definitely be reserved, both in tactics and players' performance, and... they will definitely underestimate the enemy. In comparison, what are the advantages of the Forest? Although the team's performance has not been satisfactory recently, there is no worry about relegation. They can devote all their energy to the second half, devote themselves to and absent-minded, and the result is much worse...

Sure enough, Tang En's next words confirmed their speculation.

"Western Ham United certainly can't keep his attention focused and in the first half as good as the first half for the next forty-five minutes. We took advantage of this and caught them off guard! In addition, West Ham's cooperation is mainly composed of delicate feet, and we don't play with them. I ask each of you... to pay attention, everyone, from the forward to the goalkeeper, must faithfully execute my next tactics - make the kicking movements rougher and bigger. If Joe Kerr gets the ball, he will go up and press close, and the movements are more fierce!

I don’t care about your fouls. As long as it’s not in our own penalty area, you can do it. If you can get one or two of their people down, it will be more perfect! Remember, be fierce, be ruthless! This is not a football game, this is a war! You should try your best to grab those balls that both sides take half of the chance! Don’t worry that you will be injured because of this. The opponent will definitely give up this kind of ball, that is our opportunity! If you want to reverse the situation on the court, you should make more use of this kind of physical collision. When the opponent is scared, it is time for us to turn defeat into victory!"

"Let me tell you the relationship between West Ham and us. They are the nobles who are high and bright, and they are all the time. What are we? We are the Robin Hoods who overturned them, the nobles! We have nothing at all, so we don't have to worry about losing anything. On the contrary, we should be afraid of losing people. This is Nottingham, surrounded by dense Sherwood Forest, this is the place we are most familiar with, and our territory! In the forest, the thieves never come back empty-handed. If you grab a point, we will only be two points away. If you grab a point, you will only be two points away. If you grab a point, you will only be one point away... If you grab a four point, you will win!!"

Tang En clenched his fists and slammed hard on the tactical board.

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