Chapter 33: The Wolf

In the first half, before it was over, Oxford United and Portsmouth scored five goals, 2:3, and Oxford United was one goal behind. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

But at this time, Oxford United's momentum was no weaker than Portsmouth's, and the Oxford United team was united, not defensively, but began to counterattack in a big way. In the final minutes of the first half, Oxford United was so overwhelmed that Portsmouth couldn't hold their heads up. This made the fans who had just turned on the TV really open their eyes like copper bells when they saw this scene.

There are a lot of strange things this year, and Oxford United is actually lying on Portsmouth and tossing, which makes the pot crawl to the top of the meal.

It didn't last long, the referee blew the whistle in the middle of the field, took a break, interpolated the advertisement, and then we came back.

In the locker room, II rarely saw Brian. Coach Houghton is emotionally exposed and domineering. After a series of foul words and market slang from Horton, the head coach began to lay out his tactics. The first was the substitution, Nick Cusack was replaced, and Bee Joey Chambaugh came into play. Brian. Coach Horton also gave Nick Cusack a rare reassurance, saying that the substitution is a tactical need, not that you are not performing well.

Brian. Coach Houghton also let go and put on a 424 formation. The defense is the main force of the configuration that does not move for thousands of years, Michael. Lewis, Andy. Melville, Paul. Ford partner, Leslie. Robinson, lined up from left to right, with Les Phillips and Chris Allen left in midfield. II and Bee Joey Champona stepped up front and formed a front four with John Dennin and Jimmy Magelton.

II was extremely excited, thinking that the game should be played like this, anyway, they were one goal behind, they didn't attack, they cowered back, the players were not satisfied, and the fans were even more dissatisfied.

Suddenly, II to Brian. Coach Houghton's favorability has risen by a few percentage points.

Especially Brian. Coach Houghton concluded with a generous offering: "Attack, attack, attack!" ”

II thought the game of football was simply fantastic.

In the second half, at the beginning, Oxford United took Portsmouth by surprise. The little bee's left lane passed and the second ran to the middle to pick up. After receiving the ball, II failed to impact the ball and passed the ball to Jimmy Magillton. Jimmy Maggilton had a gap in front of him and he started to step forward with the ball.

Jimmy Magilton's forward insertion attracted all the remaining strength of Portsmouth's defence, at which point the Oxford United striker John Dening was exposed, and then Jimmy Magilton made a through ball.

This ball, for Oxford United striker John Dening, if he can't hit it, then he can find a piece of tofu and hit it to death.

John Dening took two steps after receiving the ball, adjusted well, and shot hard.

After John Deening made the shot, he didn't look at whether the ball went in or if it was blocked by the goalkeeper. Dennin began to frantically run along the edge of the pitch in celebration.

At 3:3, the Oxford United fans were happy, dancing all over the stadium, almost knocking down the dilapidated stands at the Manor Stadium. Brian. Coach Houghton was also dancing with joy. McLaren and Daniel hugged each other tightly, and the substitutes swarmed out of the bench to celebrate on the sidelines, even Nick Cusack, who had just been substituted.

On the bench over there, Portsmouth's head coach Jim. Smith blushed and began yelling at the Portsmouth players to press on him.

Who's afraid of whom?

This can make the TV commentator Mortensen excited, a rare goal shootout! The TV station director got the news from the data monitor in the rear, and the fierce battle between Oxford United and Portsmouth saw the audience reach Premier League level. BBC radio wants every game to be like this one, and if that's the case, then Sky TV will cry!

After the game was drawn, the attack did not stop, and the fire burned even more. The two teams began to go back and forth, not giving in to each other, and the game began to be exciting.

At this time, the Portsmouth team was busy making mistakes, dribbling and passing at high speed, and there were always things that were not satisfactory. II rushed over from the side and stole Alain. McLaughlin's pass.

With a big kick, the ball arced out of the air and fell into the Portsmouth penalty area. Coincidentally, the ball jumped in front of Jimmy Magilldon.

Seriously, II wasn't passed on to Jimmy Magillton, II was going to pass it to Joey Champo, the bee on the left lane. There are so many people in the middle lane, how dare the second pass there, isn't this an assist to the other party?

But II's pass, the arc is too big, and the power is not small, as soon as the air flow in the air is blocked, the small wind blows like this, the ball actually floats to the middle, and the ground bounces up and jumps in front of Jimmy Magilldon.

Mortenson, the TV announcer, didn't know, did he think that the second had seen this vacancy? Roar: "Wonderful! The Chinese dragon sent a world wave, beautiful! ”

Jimmy Magilton faced such an opportunity, adrenaline rushed, stood on his right foot, stabilized his body, threw up his left leg, and volleyed hard.

The ball looked like a monkey in the air, and then looked in the air to see that it was its nest, and its body shook and slid into the goal.

This is a beautiful parabola, not calculated, but a parabola drawn casually, but this parabola is so beautiful, it is a logical parabola that is so in line with the aesthetics of sports.

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooal”

At this point, Mortensen began to shout hoarsely, and the fans on the manor stadium screamed together. The shouts pierced the sky, and the small town of Huntington resounded, and the ball went in—lala!

This was the first time that Oxford United took the lead in this game, and the "perfect" assist of the second, Jimmy Magillton's beautiful volley, detonated the Huntington Manor Stadium, allowing the Oxford United fans to completely release themselves and vent in this quarter of an hour.

Ahead! Oxford United lead Portsmouth 4-3!

This is the score that no one expected before the game, Brian. Coach Houghton was also excited, and this time he actually twisted his ass on the sidelines. Dance, that's really not! That's really a twist in the ass and a twist in the neck......

Victory is always a delight!

Portsmouth's head coach Jim. Smith, at this time, is also not on the bench. The seat, I feel that it has been sprinkled with a pin by Oxford United fans, and it is too piercing.

Jim. Coach Smith stood on the sidelines, not making a fuss or screaming, staring at the Portsmouth players with round eyes.

That's when Jim. Smith's immobile look taught the Portsmouth players a lesson. What's the panic, isn't it just a goal behind? Just chase it back!

Atmosphere!

Jim. Smith has only been at Portsmouth for just over a year, but he has promoted some local players and sold some players himself to build a team that he fully controls. Jim. Coach Smith's prestige in the Portsmouth team is still very high, and the players are obedient.

Now the Portsmouth players see Jim on the sidelines. Coach Smith's look suddenly settled down, and he also realized that he was wrong and should not have messed around with Oxford United.

The strength of the Oxford United team is not as good as Portsmouth, so why should we Portsmouth fight with Oxford United? We at Portsmouth can beat Oxford United on our own. Punching the old master to death, that's the only thing that the weak team can do, and this is not the actual situation of Portsmouth and Oxford United.

The Portsmouth players are starting to wake up. Alan. McLaughlin saw that there were only two people in Oxford United's midfield, and began to organize the attack and strengthen the control of the midfield. At this time, the second frequently returned to the defense, but it still had no effect.

In football, the midfielder wins the world, and this sentence still makes sense.

Alan. McCrolin's pass, Portsmouth's great striker, Guy Brown. Whittingham, with unrivalled power, carried McFord's defence, turned and kicked the ball into the Oxford United goal.

At 4:4, Portsmouth chased back a ball and drew it.

It's as simple as that, it's so bland. A good striker, as long as the midfield is effective and the goals are like numbness, then it can still be done.

The Oxford United fans around the stadium began to turn their depression into strength, shouting out to cheer for Oxford United, just now it was clear that we were ahead!

Brian. Coach Horton saw that he had made a mistake, and the team should have adjusted its tactics when it was leading just now, and the coach still couldn't be too excited, and it was easy to delay the timing.

Brian. Coach Horton blamed himself, now Oxford United attack or defend?

Let's go on the defensive! A draw is also acceptable.

Brian. Coach Houghton began to shout out to captain Les Phillips to his side, and then explained this and this, and then pushed the panting Les Phillips onto the field.

Oxford United's team formation changed again, 433. II retreated to the right to play at right-back, Michael Brown. Lewis & Andy. Melville partnered at centre-back, Paul McFord stepped forward as a defensive midfielder, there were no substitutions, and the team's outstanding players were on the pitch.

Theoretically, this formation has both offense and defense. However, the Oxford United team usually does not use this formation very much, and they train less. Michael. Lewis & Andy. Melville partners with central defenders, and Mitch Lewis can play central defenders, but central defenders are not something you can play if you have enough personal strength, so the two must have a tacit understanding.

Sure enough, there was another change in the field, and the striker of the Portsmouth team, Paul. Walsh picks up Alain. McLaughlin through ball from Michael. Lewis & Andy. Melville stepped in between the two and raised his leg to hit the door.

The ball went in, and the score on the field became 4:5.

Oxford United went from leading by one goal in the second half to falling behind by one goal, and Oxford United fans really couldn't accept it.

Where there is no hope, there is no disappointment!

It was the Oxford United team that gave the light and brought hope, and then found that that hope was like a soap bubble that burst with a single stab. It's like two kicks for the New Year, one in the sky and the other in the ground, and some fans started crying, and there was crying in those hoarse voices.