Time passes slowly, Croydon is a little better and better, in fact, Crystal Palace is not without a chance, they have a chance, but it is relatively few, plus the striker is not strong, and he can't break through Croydon's door for a long time, which is not surprising, and now the main force of Crystal Palace is Victor. Moses.

The Nigerian striker is only a little over 18 years old, and he is a "neighbor" to Wensheng, because this guy came to England very early, fostered in a family in Croydon, he attended secondary school not far from Crystal Palace, and then was spotted by Crystal Palace very early and brought to the team.

Moses is very famous in the Croydon area, scoring goals when he was in the junior team, and his development in the early stage of the senior team was relatively smooth, but last season this guy was in very bad shape, and he only scored 2 goals in 32 appearances.

Warnock sometimes doesn't want to use him, but there is no way that his boss friend has no money, and such a young potential stock, Simon. Jordan definitely didn't want to see Moses sit on the bench too often.

So today Croydon is blessed, of course, this is also the credit of Wensheng.

Moses is very fast, but Wen Sheng's line of defense is very deep, which limits his speed and space to play, and Moses is young and impatient, and his dribbling skills are good, but unfortunately the vision and passing are not good, and the shooting always advocates a miracle of vigor, but this kid has a magic barrier, and his performance is so poor!

"Thank you, fellow!" Wen Sheng looked at Moses on the field, and called Amitabha Buddha in his heart!

The current Moses is not the Moses who will be powerful under Conti the day after tomorrow, so well, it's really Amitabha!

There is no way, Crystal Palace is indeed a downstream team in the Championship, but the camel that can't stand the emaciated death is bigger than the horse, and the strength is still much stronger than Croydon.

Warnock scolded directly on the sidelines, and Moses played too badly.

Moses relented, but unfortunately, the time had come to the end of the half.

Croydon didn't concede a single goal, and of course they were quite embarrassed, with zero shots on goal in the first half.

"Well done!"

"Well done!"

"Damn, your tackle is like an amateur work of art!"

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Words of encouragement that don't want money came out of Wen Sheng's mouth, and the players were also very happy, and there were many discussions in the locker room, and everyone felt the obvious improvement that Wen Sheng's tactical formation brought to the defense.

Of course, defense is also extremely physically demanding, and this group of comrades themselves are amateur players, and their physical reserves are not as good as those professional players in Crystal Palace, so midfielder Wen Sheng has to replace some personnel.

"Defending is our number one priority! For them, hehe, it's a shame to not win the game in the face of our weak neighbor! For us, hehe, as long as we don't let them score, we can blow for a while! ”

"Of course, the game, how can a team that doesn't want to win be a good team! So, Amy, here's your chance! ”

Wen Sheng called Amy. Traore.

"I'm here, Winner!" Traore immediately stood up and straightened his chest, he didn't get a chance in the first half, and thought he hadn't trained well enough to get into the game.

"Are you now?!" Wen Sheng asked.

The players burst into laughter, and Wen Sheng's words to express hunger and thirst were the aspect.

Everyone didn't expect Wen Sheng to have such a side.

"?!" Wen Sheng glared at the players who were laughing a few times, and still asked Traore with that word.

Everyone understands this, and Traore understands it, but he can only answer with a bitter face, "Yes, I'm!" ”

"Then go up and kill them!" Wen Sheng said loudly.

"Gentlemen, don't look for the middle of the middle in the second half, long balls go straight to the side! Amy, you are one of the strikers, I gave you the task to go to that Fonte, you move in the middle first, don't rush to the side, when you see us get the ball in the backfield, you see the right time to move to the side, in the second half you bring Fonte out on the wing! ”

It makes sense for Wensheng to make this arrangement, a game is a battle of wits for both sides, in the first half Croydon's forward attack was quite British, and the result was needless to say, and the combination of Font and Lawrence had a big advantage in the confrontation.

But that's fine, it's okay to paralyze the opponent, the two full-backs of Crystal Palace pressed deeper in the first half, and there was a gap in the back.

Wen Sheng wants to catch such a gap, of course, it is difficult to say whether Crystal Palace will leak in the second half, but at least there is a 70% probability that they will still press the full-backs very much.

Wen Sheng's tactics are simple, clear and clear, everyone understands, Joey joked: "It's like stealing a goal while they are not paying attention!" ”

“bingo！ Answer is correct! Gentlemen, we can't compare to them in terms of personal strength, we have to admit it! But football is never about individual ability, football is a team sport, and a game is full of countless suspense! So, all we have to do now is to be fully prepared, be ourselves, and leave the rest to God to decide! I firmly believe that God will favor us who work hard! It doesn't matter if you steal or rob, you just have to score a goal anyway! ”

"Let's talk about it first, if you win the game today, I'll have a drink in the evening!" Wen Sheng patted his chest and shouted.

"Count me in the evening, Danny!" Out of the locker room door, Smith, the team's chairman who had been in the locker room, came out and said to Wensheng with a smile.

"Sir, do you believe we will win?!" Wen Sheng said with a smile.

"All right, boy! I'm kind of convinced now that you're a genius, a coaching genius! Don't you notice that everyone is convinced of you, this kind of atmosphere is honestly something I haven't seen in the team for a long, long time! Now I believe in you, you can lead the team to this victory! Smith complimented him from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha, don't dare to be! Mr. Smith, the outcome can only be left to God, I should have played almost all the cards anyway, I believe that Mr. Hawking and they have done the same, to do their best! Wen Sheng laughed.

"Win or lose, I'm going to invite everyone for a drink in the evening, and I'm going to leave Croydon after this fight!" Wen Sheng then said seriously.

"You're leaving?! We haven't found a coach yet! Smith looked bitter, he really wanted Wen Sheng to stay.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, and thank you so much for your support during this time! But I still have my dreams, I will always support Croydon, ha, after all, it's my hometown team! But I'm really leaving! "Wen Sheng's determination is unshakable.

"Well, thank you so much for all this time! You will make it! Smith could only say helplessly.

The two walked and talked, and when they arrived at the coach's box, Wayne was also stimulated by the team's performance in the first half and asked, "Danny, are you confident in the second half?!" ”

Wen Sheng shrugged and sat down, "All the arrangements that need to be made have been made!" The rest is up to luck! ”

"What odds do you think we can win?!"

"It's hard to say!" Wen Sheng was speechless, "Judging from the whole game, we have a congenital advantage in some aspects, although we are neighbors, they don't know us, and we know them very well, I have made some targeted arrangements, it depends on whether Joey is angry or not!" ”

"Uncle, it's just a friendly match, you don't need to take it so seriously, do you?!" This friendly match is very important to Wen Sheng, but how to say it, in the end, it is just a friendly match.

"I didn't say how important it was, I was hoping that this game would bring the team together! As you know, the task of relegation in the new season will not be easy! Vane said with a smile.

Wen Shengxin said that it is very simple to want relegation, and it is very simple to want to upgrade, how big a gap can there be between the eighth-level leagues? !