Cash replaced Gareth Williams. He spent too much energy in the midfield tug-of-war with Wimbledon, and it would be of little help to stay on the court.

Walker saw Donn replace Cash with him and was a little confused: "Tony. You said you don't care about the ball possession and the beautiful scene..."

"Des... No tactic is rigid, no coach is unrealistic... If so, he is not a qualified head coach. I said I don't need extra ball control, but the problem with the team is that I can't even do basic ball control, so I let Cash go up and he can control the ball. Zero percent ball control will definitely not win the ball. The 'battery theory' does not completely abandon ball control, but abandon extra and complicated ball control. Do you understand?"

Walker hesitated for a moment before nodding: "I think I probably understand..."

Tang En sighed in his heart, which is why some people come over here and they are the head coach, and some people work hard all their lives to be assistant coaches. "Des, you have to remember, what is the essence of tactics? It is just a way to win. If one tactic cannot win, we will change one. It is as normal as changing clothes. Maybe one day, I will abandon the 'theory of using uselessness of the ball' and re-use the tactics of controlling the scene..."

"Ah! I understand, no matter what the process is, you only pursue the result of winning. As long as you win, it doesn't matter what tactics you use."

Donn glanced at him: "You're enlightened, Des."

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Cash quickly took advantage of a beautiful escape to create a shot for Johnson. Unfortunately, the latter's header was high, and applause came out in the stands, mostly for Cash.

Wimbledon's players often grab defense and move very much. Maybe they just want to use this method to show their momentum, but in Cash's eyes, this kind of defense is his favorite.

If you like to grab it, it means you have time behind you. If you have a lot of defensive actions, they need more time to complete the movements, have more flaws, and are more likely to be broken through...

"Cash! It's over again! Beautiful pull-out get rid of it!"

After several consecutive times, Wimbledon began to focus on the right side of Cash, and after being tackled to the ground by the opponent once. Donn asked Cash and Reed to cross positions on the sidelines. Wimbledon defended empty wherever Wimbledon would let Cash go, and even break through in the middle.

He just wanted Cash to disrupt Wimbledon's defense so that they could not keep an eye on others and could not find anyone. Anyway, Cash was in good physical condition on the court, so he was not afraid that this kid could not run.

After causing several dangers to the opponent's goal, the visiting coach could not sit still. Murdoch also made his adjustments, using his last substitution, and he was very reluctant to use it. In order to seize the victory, he changed two offensive players in one breath, and he was quite crazy about "crazy gang". Unfortunately, now he had to change back. He used a tall defensive midfielder to replace Mogan, who was exhausted, hoping to play a role in controlling the midfield like Tang En's substitution.

Seeing Murdoch's substitution, Don Eun knew what he was thinking. As time goes by, it is a satisfactory result for the visiting team to be able to take away one point, especially considering that they were two goals behind in this game before equalizing, this point is even more valuable.

But Tang En couldn't be satisfied. This game was at home. He allowed the opponent to equalize while leading two goals, and then happily took away one point. How could there be such a passionate and generous home team?

He now has the last card in his hand, with only three people left on the bench. Substitute forward Craig`Westcarr, substitute defender Christian Edwards, and substitute goalkeeper Barry`Roche.

West Carl's ability made Done very worried. He might not be able to strengthen his offense if he replaced it. The remaining two of them were defensive players, and goalkeeper Ward performed well, so there was no need to change the goalkeeper. What can he do if he changed a central defender?

He turned his head and looked at Edwards who was still warming up on the sidelines. The young man is quite tall... Speaking of being tall, Don suddenly remembered that in the game with West Ham, the captain Dawson on the field once scored a header, but unfortunately he was blown out by the damn referee.

Why can't this be possible?

So he decided to make the last substitution, and he asked Edwards to go forward and replace Dawson as a central defender, but did not replace the captain. Edwards came on the court to replace the exhausted Halewood, and then pushed Dawson to the front line.

When Edwards heard the head coach's decision, he thought he had heard it wrong. Don Edward told him clearly that he would tell Dawson all these words, and asked Dawson to go ahead to fight for a header, have the chance to shoot by himself, and if he didn't have the chance, he would ferry to his teammates.

After Edwards came on the court, he told Dawson all the instructions. Dawson looked to the sidelines in surprise, and Dawson made a forward gesture for him.

After Haierwood came down, he apologized to Don Eun: "I'm sorry, boss."

Tang En found it strange: "Why do you want to apologize, Ma Long?"

"I didn't score more goals..."

Tang En smiled: "You have already entered two, and you still want to enter a few? You have done well enough, don't think about anything, go take a shower and change your clothes."

After sending Hailewood away, Donn did not return to the coach's seat, but stood on the sidelines, with arms around his chest watching the ball. He always believed that only in this way could the players bring some confidence and belief to persevere. A head coach who sat on the coach's seat at any time was unqualified.

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Time passes by minute by second, but the score still remains unchanged.

"If there weren't those four goals, this game could be said to be extremely boring," Motson complained.

He said it right. From the scene, the two teams are not playing football that can make neutral fans happy physically and mentally. Most people will definitely turn around the stage as soon as they see such a game. However, it is different for the fans of the two teams. What they care most about is not which side plays better, more gorgeous and more artistic, but which side can win.

Like the fans, Don Eun doesn't care whether his team plays well or not. He only cares whether he can win this damn game.

There are five minutes left, and the game will be in injury stoppage time. So far, except for substitutions between the two sides, the game has not been interrupted too much. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be only three minutes.

In eight minutes, you have to score a goal.

Dawson pushed forward and led Wimbledon to panic, but unfortunately his players did not seize this opportunity. Dawson is not a forward and has never played a forward before. He can't shoot, pass the ball, and dribble the ball in addition to heading the ball. Don't let him go up is a gambling. If he wins everything, everything will be said, but if he loses... he may have to bear the reputation of using tactics and substitutions randomly.

The football world is so cruel, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

Tang En doesn’t want to be a bandit, he wants to be a king... Who doesn’t want to be a king?

He felt his legs and feet weak, and huge pressure hovered over his head, waiting for the moment when it finally fell. But on the surface, he didn't show anything, and he didn't want people to see his weakness, especially those annoying omnipresent cameras.

Three minutes passed again. The singing of the Forest fans in the stands became louder and louder. On the contrary, the Wimbledon fans were completely silent. Done glanced at the stands, and there was still countless arms waving, almost red. Before the fans gave up, their team had no reason to give up.

"Occurrence! Attack! I don't want a draw!" Tang En stood on the sidelines and shouted, "The draw is a fucking failure! I will press it on!"

He was not worried about being hit by Wimbledon. Eugen Pope's performance in this game was simply perfect. From left to right, the midfield was all under his control, and Wimbledon could not beat him at all.

The fourth official had already raised the stoppage sign for this game on the sidelines, just as Tang En expected: three minutes.

Tang En glanced at the sign in the fourth official's hand and bit his lip. Hope it was losing little by little from him. If such a draw was undoubtedly a failure. Leading two balls ahead would allow the opponent to equalize... How fucking!

Don Eun looked back at the back of the coach's seat and looked at him. He wanted to see what Michael's expression was at this time. He must be very disappointed, right? He failed to win that game against West Ham, and the same is true for this game... But what did he see?

"Forest`Go!Go!Forest!Forest`Go!Go!" Michael, like all the Forest fans, applauded and cheered for his team. They were uniform and rhythmic cheering throughout the audience. Tang En suddenly felt a little sore in his nose. This is the real traditional English fans. They are loyal and have no regrets. They love their team more than anything else. With such fans, why worry about the team's future without hope?

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The ninety minutes of game time has arrived, and the game has officially entered injury stoppage time.

Eugen Pope grabbed the ball from Wimbledon's players with a desperate aura and immediately passed it to Andy Reed. Now the team's responsibility for organizing the offense falls on the shoulders of the 20-year-old boy. Wimbledon's Norwegian midfielder Trond`Andersen, who was replaced in the last stage of the second half, came to find Reed's trouble. The two were entangled, and it seemed that the Forest's attack was about to end again.

The Norwegian kicked hard and kicked Reed directly on the ankle several times. If he had fallen to the ground and rolled in pain, he would not only let the opponent take a card, but also earn a free kick, killing two birds with one stone. But now, he can't take any advantage of the opponent with a card, and a free kick that is more than 40 meters away from the goal is not threatening.

Reed was kicked out of anger by Anderson. He tried his best to block the opponent behind him. No matter how the opponent kicked him, he protected the ball and started looking for someone.

Where is Cash? Where is that kid?!

Cash also saw Reed's plight, but he couldn't shout because it would also attract the attention of the opponent's defender.

At this time, Pope found that the team was in trouble in offense. Although the head coach only let him defend, he decided to go up and help Reed.

"Hey, Andy!" Pope's voice came from behind Reed, "Give me the ball!"

Reed couldn't see his teammates, but he still passed the football out with his voice.

Pope stopped hesitating when receiving the football, and directly kicked a long pass to the place where it should have been - on the right side of the court, Brian Cash inserted it, he had no one to guard it, and beautifully removed the long pass! But just as the ball was stopped, two defensive players from the opponent surrounded...

No one had any hope for the Forests' offense, except for their own fans. Motson mediated the last three minutes of the game with normal speaking speed and speech. Do you know if this will be the Forests' last offense in this game?

"Brian Cash, he faces two Wimbledon players...oh! He's over!"

There were huge cheers in the stands. Kash was like a loach and penetrated through the cracks of the man, and he took the ball! In front of him was a large section of blank area!

What are you waiting for if you don’t accelerate at this time?

Cash drove the ball forward, and rushed towards the bottom line without caring about the opponent he was turning around and chasing behind.

"Leggotwood came up to defend him, and he was very fast, he flew! Cash... beautiful!" Motson roared.

Motson, who had been commenting on the game for 31 years, was so excited that it was Cash's wonderful dodge. The Irish kid poked the ball to the side when Leggetwood reached over. Leggetwood shoveled a blank, while Cash jumped high, flew over his head, and then caught up with the ball. At this time, he was approaching the bottom line.

Done stared at the field nervously. When he saw Cash avoiding Legtwood's shovel, he kept muttering a word: "Pass, pass, pass... pass!"

Cash seemed to hear his roar, and after adjusting it a little, he passed the football to the goal.

"Cash made a cross, Michael Dawson! Headed the ball... Johnson - Yes! Yes! Johnson! Gooooal!!!" Motterson jumped out of the seat with a microphone. "This is the goal in the 90th minute! The final kill! David Johnson! 3:2, Forest!"

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When Johnson stabbed the ball Dawson put into the goal, the city stadium suddenly vibrated, stands, VIP boxes, coach seats, benches, and even behind the goal... in the bar outside the court, in taxis, in front of the radio and television... in all places, people jumped up, raised their arms, and cheered for victory.

Johnson, who scored the goal, was pressed by his teammates, and even goalkeeper Ward ran from the goal to the frontcourt to participate in the celebration. This is their first victory since the 24th round of the league on December 21 last year!

Don En squatted down excitedly and punched the turf. Then he got up and turned to look at the coaching seat that was hugging Bower. He saw Walker holding Bower. He also saw that Bower's originally meticulous white hair had long been scattered in the air. Jace, Williams and Halewood, who were replaced, jumped off the bench and rushed towards his teammates who were celebrating on the court. The speed... was not like those who had been running on the court for dozens of minutes.

This is the joy of victory...

Win! I fucking won!

He chanted with his fist.
Chapter completed!