German coach Magath is a world-famous devil coach, and some fans once joked: Kobe Bryant has seen Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning, so he must not have seen Stuttgart at three o'clock in the morning.

Conflicts with his players aside, Magath's side are often known for their aggressive movement and tactical rigor and meticulousness.

Tactics are executed depending on physical fitness, and Hydward is a staunch supporter of Magath's idea.

It's just that now this Portsmouth team has not only physical problems, but also attitude problems. The data stolen from Nottingham Forest's intranet is a clear indication that the entire Championship has the fewest distances; The one with the least distance to run is the Pompey Army.

The word "lazy" became the number one problem for this team. Lack of ability, technical failure can be made up for by the team, the key is an attitude.

Attitude is everything.

Haydward took a taxi to the training base before 6 o'clock this morning, and at this time he posted a training schedule for the coming week on the door of the locker room. There was only one space in the blank space of the 8×10 form, which was the afternoon before the match day, and the evening training was cancelled.

This is the first step in solving the problem of "laziness", and the second and more important step is the morale of the team.

This is a team that continues to create shame, and there is no team they dare not lose against players who have just equaled their all-time losing streak.

Portsmouth's financial situation is very bad, from the team doctor to the coach can be cut, the logistics department has not even left a single person, the youth team even has the Under-23 head Walker, and he will join his coaching staff today, the email sent last night, he will come to report today.

Ward took care of everything from setting up the training equipment to observing the condition of the turf, and by 6:30 Margery arrived on his bike, half an hour earlier than the allotted time.

However, before the young man took off his goggles while riding, he was kicked in the ass.

Ward came coldly, "You're coming later than me. ”

Margery looked at his watch and didn't dare to argue with the coach about the time, so he quickly ran into the locker room to change his training clothes, and the 6 sets of 1,000 meters were his appetizer.

Young players should never be tired of training, now is the time for them to work hard.

At half past seven, the staff of Furniture City also came, and Hydward ordered a batch of wallpaper and wardrobes with his personal account to redecorate the dressing room.

"New cabinets, new wallpaper, yes, boss."

At this point, players appeared on the training ground one after another, looking at the locker room that was about to be renovated, and the joy was spreading, and they were discussing the future ownership of the cabinet.

Margery still doesn't have a nameplate of his own, and he's still the boy at the very edge, working alone.

Before 8 o'clock, all the team members started the warm-up exercise, but the atmosphere was like hot oil boiling the pot, fried beans, crackling, booming, you said a word, and turned this into a vegetable market.

Hydward didn't even look at them, he sorted out the courier he had just received, and three days before he took office, he bought it online and sent it over, all of which were large and very heavy, all of which were carefully prepared gifts for these players.

The conversation began and ended quickly, and the manager's silence made these elf players feel a little weird, and the stadium quickly returned to quiet.

"Tell me, why don't you talk about it?"

The whistle in Ward's hand flew back and forth to make a "pop" sound, which was a rhythm made by hitting the thigh, and was swept away by the coach's eyes, although everyone was very reluctant to admit it, but they all trembled in their hearts.

"Tell me about your glorious deeds."

He paced, and the lanyard on his whistle hit the player this time.

"Tell me the story of how Southampton did four goals."

"Tell me the story of how I was pressed to the ground and ravaged by West Ham United."

Hydward walked up to Jonathan, got close and took a deep breath, the strong midfielder subconsciously retreated half a step, the cold hairs on his body stood up, and it felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"I feel like I smell the coke in the air, remember? Jonathan. ”

In the ninth round of the season, Jonathan, who played poorly, was splashed with Coke by angry fans when he left the game.

Ward's voice was subdued, and a few words were lifted, as long as he was still a man, his head was not congested.

"Bag."

"Waste."

"Woman."

He took one step and said a word, and he had the feeling that Cao Zhi had become a poem in seven steps.

One word louder than the other, each sharper than the other, and Haim blushed, his teeth clucking, and his eyes flashing with fire, like an angry lion.

"Why say defeated general Yong"

This sentence is like a stone stuffed into everyone's chest, making people feel uncomfortable.

Hydward was silent for a moment, then pointed to the locker room being renovated and said, "There is an old Chinese saying that when you wear new clothes, don't go the old way. ”

"There is another saying, shame and courage, your angry appearance makes me feel that the soul of this team is still there."

Hydward suddenly remembered a TV series he had watched, and he had a flash of inspiration, and his voice became more and more quiet.

"Brothers, do you know what I like?"

"I like wolves, wolves are fierce and cunning, especially wolves, tigers are afraid of three points when they see them."

"From now on, I'm going to let all the teams know that they've come across a pack of wolves, a bunch of howling wolves. Any opponent who calls for battle is a piece of meat in our mouths, we are wild wolves, eat their meat and chew their bones! ”

"Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat."

"When will Pompey's regiment improve lives? It's when you meet your opponents! ”

One of the chests at Hydward's feet was full of wine, champagne, all of which were champagne for the celebration of victory.

This is the smallest size of wine available online, 200 ml, not as many as Coca-Cola cans.

He handed out a bottle to everyone, and it was the first time the players had seen a manager who handed them wine.

"Pros can't touch alcohol, but you're not my players now, you're my fighters!"

"These are the celebratory wines for your triumph."

"I'm Hydward, please."

The man bowed deeply to everyone, ninety degrees, straight, and no one doubted his determination.

A small bottle of champagne poured into the stomach like drinking water, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the knuckles clenching the bottle were slightly white.

Haim was also a simple man, with the captain in the lead, the players opening all the bottles like warriors, and a fighting spirit spread across the pitch.

Heidward knew that from this moment on, the morale of the team was alive too.