Chapter 34 The Messenger from Hell

The carnival of the home fans was not over until the game started again. Don N tried to speak to Tang next to him, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not even hear the sound of his own.  The loud noise came from the stands behind him, filling every corner of the stadium.  The players of Besiktas played more and more easily under this noise, while the players of Nottingham Forest were a little tight. They were affected by the unlucky goal loss and the fanatical atmosphere of the stadium. They could not even play their usual 50% level.

Things are a little bad.

If he just concedes one goal, it's nothing to Tang En. He has seen many games that are lagging behind first, not to mention that he has only been twelve minutes, and there is still plenty of time to recover later.

But if the team's overall performance is abnormal, the head coach will need a headache for a while.

The home court of hell is indeed well-deserved...

He decided to stand out and be on the sidelines to give the players confidence and encouragement and calm them down. If he was still sitting in the coaching seat and crossing his legs at this time, then the one who felt bad would not be the opponent, but his own.

He leaned forward and stood out.

As soon as he left the shed in the coach's seat, Tang En's eyes glanced at a black shadow flew from behind and fell to the ground. He looked down in a conditioned manner and found that it was a lighter...

Before I could look up, the second piece.   The third piece of foreign object flew in again.   This time it was a coin and... a mobile phone!

Tang En was scared, not because the fans threw miscellaneous items down, but because there were actually fanatical fans who were so crazy that they threw their phones down! I used to think throwing pig heads was horrifying enough. What this guy threw was... Tang En took a look and found that it was a very famous iPhone, and it was a red shell... Maybe it was thrown by a beautiful fan.

Tang En leaned over to pick up the phone. He wanted to remove the machine shell and take out the phone card and throw it away. But in this case, he was obviously not allowed to lower his head to study this thing, as it would be noticed after a longer period of time. So he fumbled for a little while. Without finding the way, he threw the phone back to the coach's seat. He made a "shut-up" gesture to Tang, who looked confused, and kept dense "raindrops" falling from behind.

Need to make adjustments?

No, there is no need to adjust anything, and psychological problems cannot be adjusted even in such a noisy sidelines.

Tang En stood here, hoping to bring confidence and calm to the players on the court, calm them down, and let them see him as soon as they turn their heads. It is clear that he, the head coach, is with his team at any time.

There were more and more debris falling at his feet, and coins with various denominations and lighters were the mainstream. In addition, there were mineral water bottles and bottle caps.

But Tang En has been standing on the sidelines and has neither looked back at the Turkish fans who threw things and scolded them. He also did not complain or complain to the fourth official. He hoped that doing so would make his players clear that complaining about the opponent's home fanaticism may be a good excuse for them to lose after the game, but these should not have affected them.

Besiktas took advantage of the situation to attack, hoping to win another game. He completely killed the Forest team.

For a moment, as the Turkish fans shouted, the Forest team was beaten in a mess and ran away. The defense was full of loopholes, let alone the attack was organized.

Besiktas' offensive features are short passes and concentrates forces in the midfield and frontcourt. Their defenders like to rush forward, and the forwards have a large range of movement. They pull the opponent's defense line and create opportunities for teammates who are inserted behind. Therefore, Besiktas is not a team that scores with forwards, but depends on...the overall. They often invest five to six players in front of the penalty area to create scoring opportunities.

Because they dared to invest troops in the offense and dared to push up boldly, coupled with the atmosphere on the scene, they gave people the feeling of "Besiktas' offense is continuous and blooming at multiple points. It is like a rainbow of momentum". I believe that the players of the Forest Team must think so. They were stunned by Besiktas' multi-point offensive strategy, and sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right. Sometimes in the middle, there is nothing to do except run back and forth to clear the ball. Attack? Pray first, you won't continue to lose the ball!

After watching for about five minutes, Tang En's brows became tighter and tighter. In the end, he stopped flirting and turned all the power into a roar: "George! Why are you running around? Organize the defense for me! Don't run with the ball! Are you all fucking being booed!"

No wonder Tang En is so angry. What Nottingham Forest is most proud of is their defense, especially the overall defense. The overall defense of the Forest team that is in the state is really like a dangerous jungle covered with layers of fog. Any opponent will lose its sense of direction when entering, and will be trapped in a quagmire and unable to extricate themselves. The overall team is maintained very well, and the advance and retreat are orderly. No matter how the opponent dispatches, the Forest team's defensive formation will not be messed up, so there will naturally be fewer flaws.

But look at the current situation, the forest team's defensive formation has been completely messed up by the opponent's multi-point flowering strategy. George Wood is very physically strong, running from left to right, running up and down. But defense is not a matter of one person. The forest team's defense has always been an overall defense. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot replace the other nine people.

Besiktas's head coach was also inspired by the goal just now, asking Delgado to run with Wood, but he did not act as the real offensive core, but just pretended to give off offensive space for his teammates.

So Don Eun wants his players to reorganize the defense.

As a result, his voice just got up and drowned in the huge booing of the home fans.

With his perverted physical fitness, George Wood chased back a planet that did not belong to the Forest Team. Although others did not stop and rushed out of the sideline, they rubbed the ball back with the soles of their feet the moment the football was about to go out.

Then the Forest team launched a fast attack, and this time it finally hit Besiktas's penalty area. However, Van Nistrui's shot missed the opponent's defender Gokohan Zan's close-kick.

When the football flew out against the post, the booing at Inonu Stadium was slightly smaller. Many Besiktas fans held their breath because of this horror, and naturally forgot to boo their opponents.

This is the quietest moment in the stadium since the game started.

"It's twenty-seven minutes after the game started, Nottingham Forest got their first shot... It's so pitiful. Any team will feel pain when they are visiting Turkey. I believe Tony Donn also feel it. His team has no chance in front of the strong home team and home team fans. This is the second time they have reached the opponent's 30-meter area in the whole game and the first time they have a shot. The corresponding one is Besiktas' seven shots and four shots on the right. "The commentator smacks' lips. Such a huge gap in data statistics actually cannot fully reflect how big Besiktas' advantage in this game.

Tang En found that his shouting was ineffective in such a noisy environment.                                                                                                                      �

"This is a damn home court!" Tang En cursed. But he quickly returned to his calmness. Now he can only take advantage of the football going out of bounds or both sides foul and the game is suspended, so he can pull the players of the Forest Team near him and quickly give him a face-to-face opportunity, and then transfer it to other teammates.

This method is a bit difficult, but it is also a normal method. When watching football games, you can often see the head coaches pulling their players to make rapid arrangements on the sidelines. The players nodded while drinking water. After taking a few sips, they returned to the court. Sometimes this is an adjustment for individual players, and sometimes it is for everyone, such as now.

By letting the wing players serve as a soundtrack, Tang En finally told everyone on the field what he thought.

Nottingham Forest's crazy offensive after Besiktas scored, gradually stabilized. Because the score did not change further, this shows that in terms of the results, they were not as embarrassed and embarrassed as everyone thought.

Just one goal behind, there is still a chance.

The Forest's defense system was rebuilt with the joint efforts of Van der Sar, George Wood, and Ayala.

The next game will be boring.

Nottingham Forest has a stable defense. If there is no very good counterattack opportunity, it will never be easily pressed. Anyway, it is to defend, defend, and then defend. The highest goal is to avoid conceding the ball.

Besiktas was thinking about scoring another goal, and the defender side-to-backs took turns to step in, and the more frequent plays were very lively. But if you calm down, you will find that most of their offenses were finished in front of the penalty area - either ending in a long shot or being destroyed by the Forest's defense. Few opportunities to enter the Forest's penalty area and directly threaten Van der Sar.

What does this mean?

This shows that Besiktas's advantages are not as obvious as the statistics show, but because of the fanatical home advantage, it has injected a lot of water into the home court advantage. So, since that's the case, there is still a lot of trouble in this game.

Tang En felt relieved and returned to the coaching seat. The "lighter rain" and "coin rain" outside gradually stopped.

Walking back to coach Shiddie, Don En did not forget to pick up a few Turkish coins and lighters from the ground. He put them in his hand and played with them repeatedly.

Chris Lark found it strange: "What are you picking up these things for? Tony?"

"Free souvenirs for Turkey trips, don't be idle." Don't want to be idle. "Don't have a coin worth one lira in his hand. "And this. The official souvenir of Besiktas Club..." He picked up another metal lighter with reliefs on the surface of Besiktas Team logo.

Seeing him like this, Chris Lack couldn't help but smile bitterly: "We are all behind, you still have the heart to collect souvenirs..." He stopped before he finished speaking because he saw Tang handing a red iPhone to Tang En, "... This is also a souvenir?"

Donne took it and nodded to Chris Lack: "That's right."

Chris Lack looked back at the stands behind: "Why didn't anyone throw gold watches and diamond rings..."

"Don't think about the good things, David." Donn smiled and punched Chris Lack. Then he pointed to the field. "Although we were behind, I'm not worried at all. Because I found that Besiktas was just a paper tiger, and all reactionaries were paper tigers, and there was nothing to be afraid of. But now it's too noisy and there's a lot of things that I can't say. When the intermission is over, I'll tell them all my plans in the locker room."

Amid the deafening cheers of Turkish fans, the referee's midfield whistle was almost submerged. It was only by looking at his gesture that everyone knew that the first half was over. The home team walked out with a one-point lead, satisfied, and accepted the cheers of the supporters with their chests raised.

The players of Nottingham Forest were running quickly towards the corridor with their heads down, avoiding the miscellaneous items that could be thrown from the stands at any time, and on the other hand, they also wanted to go back early, the farther away from this hell, the better. Tang En was the last to enter the corridor, and he stood on the sidelines. He watched everyone return to the locker room under the sparse "missing rain", and then got up and left. At the entrance of the corridor, he met the opponent's head coach Zaglem.

The other party said to him in Turkish, but Tang En didn't understand a word. He just smiled and was polite. After saying these words, Zaglum turned around and walked into the corridor, and Tang En followed him. He actually didn't need to understand Turkish, and he knew roughly what the other party was saying.

Because of that expression.   He is very familiar with it-it often has it on his face.

It is to show off your power, and at your home court, there are so many people cheering and cheering, and it is understandable that it is very popular.

However, there is an old Chinese saying - only when you laugh at the end, this gentleman must not know.

There are still forty-five minutes left, and it is not certain who wins and who loses.

Tang En guessed that after Zaglum met Tang En by chance, he suddenly thought of the insult he received at the press conference the day before the game, and the team led, he mocked Tang En for a few words. He didn't expect Tang En to understand his Turkish language, it was just venting.

Aren’t you acting like a big shot, the British? Who is the leader now? It’s us Besiktas!

The door of the locker room was opened, and the noise from outside suddenly poured in, and then disappeared - the door was closed.

The players were alarmed by the change in the voice. They looked up at the man standing at the door. Their backbone, the team's true spiritual leader Tony Donn.

At this moment, the expression on this person's face is not friendly.

"You guys disappointed me so much. The atmosphere of the city court is also famous for being fanatical in England. Is the Nottingham Forest trained in this atmosphere so vulnerable?" Don't's opening remarks were concise and clear, heading straight to the point. "Look at your performance in the first half, there is no big difference between you and shit. The only difference is... shit won't run around."

Tang En really wanted to scold people but was ruthless, whether it was scolding reporters' opponents or his own people. It was so sarcastic that it made people feel that their bones were vaguely aches. So the only way to not want to be scolded is to always stand aside with him.

"Only the last ten minutes, your performance is a little bit like that. But this is not enough. If you want to leave this damn place with three points, this performance is far from enough. "Tang En stretched out his right index finger and shook it. He suddenly raised the volume. "It's better! I'm standing on the sidelines, behind me, with the things thrown by the Turkish bastards above him." He took out coins and lighters from his pocket to show them to the players. If this thing hit the back of his head, he would definitely be bleeding. "But I was standing there, not at all

Pay attention to such provocations and demonstrations! What a big deal! If you can win, even if those idiots demolished the stadium stands, I won’t fucking hide! You must show such courage! The enemy wants us to be scared and then raise their hands to surrender so that they can defeat us without any effort and humiliate us. But this also reveals their weaknesses - in fact, Besiktas is not as powerful as they do. You think they are very tricky and difficult to deal with, but because of the illusion brought by the cheers of the fans!”

"They can't even hit our penalty area, except for long shots, they are destroyed by us. Such an offense is too weak! What's so scary! Why are they so rampant? It's not because our defense is not good enough, but because our offense is weaker than them!" Donn began to draw the formation of both sides on the tactical board. Then he pulled the circles representing the defender Besiktas to the straight line in the frontcourt. "Their defenders like to press and participate in the offense, whether it's full-backs or central defenders. And they don't have so-called wingers. Once the two full-backs enter our defense three zone, they choose to cut in and break into the penalty area from the ribs, or pass the ball to the middle, which will push our defense back to the middle and insert assists to create enough space for both of their full-backs."

"But, at the same time?" Donn used a pen to circle a big circle in the second half of Besiktas. Then he pointed it hard. "Their here... is blank! Large areas of no-man's land, countless defensive loopholes, as long as our offense can be hit, it is a golden opportunity! But it's a pity that I hardly saw in the first half that we had a decent attack, and could use this blank area. "Donn threw the mark pen and clapped his hands. "You are just thinking about how to defend against the right thing.

Fang's offense, but he didn't think about how to use their offense to help our defense - offense is the best defense.  You're tired of hearing this? Ordinary fans will talk about it.   But do you know the true meaning of this sentence! As long as we add a fire to the offense and once or twice threatening attacks, they can restrain themselves and greatly reduce the pressure on the backcourt, so that our offense can dare to press and dare to invest troops.  This is 'offensive is the best defense'!"

"If you want to shut up the 20,000 idiots outside. You must increase the offense in the second half, be determined, and try your best to send the football to the front, whether it is a pass or a personal breakthrough. In addition, in the face of such a great amount of pressure, everyone will be clearer. I don't want to see those unnecessary mistakes anymore." Speaking of this, Tang En glanced at Lennon. If this kid hadn't been a little hot in the first half, how could the Forest team be caught off guard by his opponent?

If it is 0:0 now, it should be Besiktas who will be depressed and quickly end up, not Nottingham Forest.

Lennon also knew that Tang En must be talking about himself, so he lowered his head. He didn't say anything.

"Why do we have to use the 4141 formation? Why do I have to line up two offensive midfielders in the middle instead of two defensive midfielders to play 4231? Although this is a defensive counterattack, the real key is not 'defense', but 'counterattack'. In the first half we were pressed to defend, and we had to counterattack in the second half! I don't believe you can't be angry when you were beaten like this? Do you want to see the Turks say after the game: 'We also wiped the European champion under our feet'? I don't fucking want to!"

Tang En waved his hand and looked at his watch: "How many minutes left are there to rest. You can listen to soothing light music and think about the warm home. Beautiful wife and lover. To relieve the frightened heart in the first half. " He waved his arms and circled in the air. It seemed as if the players' emotions could be relieved. "Hey... are you really scared? Do you need psychological intervention?" He asked with his eyes. "Oh... no? We are not playing football in Iraq!"

The exaggerated expressions and the huge contrast between the front and back made the interior people in the locker room laugh.

"No one is afraid, boss!"

Tang En nodded: "It's good to be not afraid... Anyway, if you go back to the court and hear the deafening booing, and feel your legs are a little weak. You think, if we lose this game, there are countless people waiting to divide our bodies, no one will sympathize with us, they will only laugh and mock us as much as possible. And we don't even have the right to refute! Because we are losers! Losers... no human rights!"

When the Forest players returned to the stadium again, the banner hanging on the stand opposite the corridor with the words "Welcome to Hell" was still there, but no one looked at it again.

Because the players in Nottingham Forest suddenly remembered something, and they were forgotten in the first half because the game was too intense.
Chapter completed!