Some say Portsmouth is a city steeped in history because the people here believe in football. In the long course of history, Britain has swept through countries with the name of "the empire on which the sun never sets", and their colonies are all over the world. The most powerful British military was their mighty naval fleet, which defeated the Spanish Armada in 1588 and then won the Anglo-Dutch War and the Seven Years' War, seizing large colonies in the Netherlands and France. Portsmouth is a jewel on the seas of the empire, and today it is one of the key ports of the British Royal Navy, and it was also the staging ground for the Normandy landings in World War II.

The people here worship heroes more, and fans who can't make it to the distance watch the game on the bar's television. Against the backdrop of muskets and horns, the excited roar of the fans shook the sky: "Well done, Etuhu, our attack is not over yet, Bristol City tortoises, you have to suffer!" ”

The owner of the bar smiled, and he watched as the excited fans around him also picked up a large glass of beer, smiled at each other, and touched the glasses.

Business here has improved a lot since new boss Edward took over, and the games since the win over Nottingham Forest were sold. As an owner, he also likes a team that is tough defensively and sharp on the counter-attack, which fits the character of Portsmouth City very well. It's not Barcelona or proud North London, it's a city full of military families, and it's clear that artistic football doesn't fit in with the atmosphere.

Etuhu, the man who scored the goal on the pitch, shook his index finger in the direction of Hydward, signaling his teammates to hug and celebrate the coach on the sidelines.

The bench was quickly filled with crowds and the players wanted to take the pressure off the manager as a way to take the pressure off the manager. But Hydward is a manager who is not used to big celebrations, as if he had just run a few steps with his hands raised and then stopped. In the face of the crowd of players, he just calmly hugged and shook hands with them, as if nothing had happened.

The game is not over yet, anything can happen, and with Wardra and his players setting up their tactics, Bristol City will be on the attack in the next few minutes.

"Seriously," he angrily slapped Margery on the back of the head, who was clearly deserting, which was rare, and the young man was young but always focused.

The circle of people around laughed, "Boss, take it easy, this game is guaranteed for you!" 'They don't feel the need for the manager to continue to be so aggressive, and the back-to-back wins have kept the team's morale high, and although they are relegated, a team with no attacking ability like Bristol City is completely not enough to test the Portsmouth backline.

Hydward just wanted to reprimand a few words, but a group of people dispersed in a hurry, not giving face at all, making him half a sentence stuck in his mouth and blushing.

This scene on the broadcast camera made the fans laugh, including the commentator Glero. 'The goal did quite a bit to ease the tension in the game, and Mr Heidward did a great job of conditioning Portsmouth. He already agrees with such a controversial manager in his heart, but he doesn't dare to talk too much.

Margery, who walked away silently, was actually not in a state of mind just now, he was more sensitive than anyone else, and the man's football career on the sidelines was coming to an end, and perhaps there were ten or twenty minutes in the end. The world of football has its iron laws, and any intruder is ruthlessly expelled, and the calm Hydward is the one who stirs up the ripples.

As the game dragged on, Margery remained focused, the breeze blowing blonde hair across his face, and the Bristol City striker had lost the grit and courage he had had in the opening game. He could feel that although he was still running, he was still very fast, but he was obviously more time to walk, and his physical confrontation was not as tense as before, and Margery could snatch a lot of the ball without using all his strength. That lost goal seems to have scattered the opponent's soul!

"Hey, let's move!" He reprimanded his opponent with some annoyance, Margery didn't like such soft opponents, they were too easy to give up and were afraid of competition. This seems to have become the traditional culture of the British, and all walks of life are in this twilight. The UK is a welfare state with a complete social welfare system, even if you don't have a job, you won't starve to death, because the state is guaranteed there. Therefore, giving up something because of difficulty has become commonplace in the eyes of many Britons, and football is a complete reflection of such a social situation. Portsmouth also has such players, and there are not a few, the level of soy sauce on the field of play is unparalleled in the world, and Ryan Williams, who has mediocre physical attributes and mediocre technical attributes, can replace his competitors and play the main force is very telling.

There's still a lot of work ahead for Edward, so it's no longer a problem for a team to play this kind of tailwind, and once you're down in adversity, can you count on a bunch of people who are good at giving up to turn the tide? Not to mention the title race or a return to the Premier League. Margery was a little anxious today, and he didn't get angry at all because his opponent wasn't working hard, wasn't that a good thing?

"Inexplicable." The Bristol City striker gave him a cold look and went about his course. The Portsmouth building had not yet been built, and their chief designer was about to step down.

Margery clenched his fists!

Once again, Pompey's regiment began to organize an attack, and the overcrowded bars were silent, and almost everyone was in one position—looking up at the television, with rum in their hands that they hadn't had time to drink.

The screen switches to a vista, Lawrence; Etuhu and the newly substituted Marco fired three arrows together, and in the silence of the silence, Glero's slightly hoarse voice could be heard clearly: "Lawrence, is he going to shoot?" This area is already available, and he's still taking it forward, oh! It's so lonely and the location of Marco is excellent. ”

The Bristol City defender took advantage of the Irish striker's overly sticky ball and made a decisive tackle, although he fell heavily on the turf, but it was not a foul. "Alas!" There was a sigh in the bar, Lawrence has played really well recently, but he is no longer physically good before, and he has no ability to pass one-on-one.

"It's not over! Who is he? Margery! He's a Margery! He's a Margery! How could he be here, steals, steals........"

"The referee signaled that the attacker was strong and the game continued, this is a golden opportunity! Pass it to Marko, I'll bet 10 million will score! ”

But there was no one else in Margery's eyes at the moment, goal! About the size of a window. The ball was kicked out by him as if venting, turning into a shooting star.

"Shot,,, he shot..."

"Bristol City's goal was smashed, it's beautiful, the world wave goooooooal!!"

The bar owner slammed his fist on the bar, and the people here woke up like a dream, raised their glasses and touched each other, "Cheers!! ”

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The goal came in stoppage time and the referee was not trying to give him more time, as Portsmouth blew the full-time whistle as they celebrated the goal. Margery was happily looking for Hydward on the bench, only to see the manager with his hands in his pockets, silently walking down the tunnel away from everyone's eyes.

The wind continues to blow, I can't bear to stay away, my heart is very longing, I hope to stay with you...

The wind continued to blow, and I couldn't bear to stay away, and there were tears in my heart...