Chapter 80: The Last Half Hour Before the Start of the Transfer Period (Part II)
Etuhu has always had a big problem with his personal breaks, as he has a habit of kicking the ball far away from the start, and at this moment, as long as he can take advantage of the opportunity, he can easily tackle the ball even from the side and back, and he does not foul him. It stands to reason that he is so fast, but his one-on-one ability is extremely poor, and there must be many reasons. Physical attributes have 15 speed, 14 bursts, this ability is okay in the Premier League, Heidward spent a lot of effort to reverse his playing habits, of course, to see the results is certainly not overnight, maybe a season or a few seasons, who can say.
Like a cheetah, the Nigerian suddenly jumped forward, his center of gravity sank rapidly, and with the momentum of running at high speed, he turned around and strode towards the football in front of him. He still made the same mistake when he got to the game, breaking through with the ball, and controlling the gap between man and ball was really poor. This kind of ball skill stunned Edward on the sidelines, but it also deserved West Ham United's bad luck.
Their left-back is also a speed player, and the post-80s generation of England youth products are all this kind of guy who grows thighs to the brain. He was shaken by Etuhu, and a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the next second the little guy was activated... He picked the dumbest of the countless defenders, and he was ready to beat an African man who had been racing against the Nigerian Eagles all day.
"Poor Bridge, the race was wrong, Etuhu, Etuhu, fast Etuhu, cheer-la-la-la......" Portsmouth fans in the stands sent a long-lost song, shouting praise to the team's right winger.
The Nigerian who started up broke the confidence of left-back Bridge, who was a full position ahead and the gap was widening. On the sidelines, Heideward clenched his fists and cheered for victory, while Lawrence in the middle was expertly pulling and counter-running to create more space for his teammates. Perhaps the only one who could make Hydward feel happy and satisfied was Margery; Pierce and Lawrence, one with great awareness, one with experience, and the last one willing to be a Vaseline lotion type player. Of course, from a fan point of view, they prefer guys who can score goals.
Etuhu glanced at the goalkeeper's position and stabbed his toe directly into the bottom left corner of the goal, and Green threw the whole person out, but he could only watch the ball hit one side of the post and bounce into the net.
"Halfway through the second half, Portsmouth are still 2-1 down. Etuhu is activated! If this goal is scored, it will blow up the whole game...... Unbelievable! He scored, he pulled Portsmouth out of despair, 2-2, the most in-form striker in the first half of the Championship season, and Pompeo did a good job. ”
The narrator was praising affectionately, Allardyce was gritting his teeth, and Hydward was pondering, maybe Etuhu could sell it for a good price, he thought silently.
Big Sam felt that he was dealing with exactly two people in the first half, Portsmouth in the first half was slow to react and realized later, and Portsmouth in the second half always expected the opponent first, and the team's enthusiasm has improved greatly. He shook his head helplessly, shouted Bridge's name, and then made a "cross-transposition" gesture. This young man is still too young, and he has been put on the field for the purpose of training newcomers, but he didn't expect to pay such a huge price. It could have been a little better to defend with the experienced Di Costa on the other side, and Big Sam reacted quickly.
If Pierce's goal was still under control, then this goal now is to boost the confidence and fighting spirit of his teammates. Etuhu proved with his actions that the team can turn around, and looking at the exhausted West Ham players, third in the league is really nothing big and they can crush any enemy.
The game was slowly sliding into the situation that Heidward wanted to see, and he gave a thumbs up to the arena to not stop, not to be afraid of mistakes, and to keep putting pressure on opponents, who must have made more mistakes than we did.
Allardyce caught a glimpse of some active Mr. 'Security Guard' not far away, looking at the silent Portsmouth dugout on the other side, smiling dumbly.
However, his smile has become another interpretation in the eyes of the media: "Uncle Sam still hasn't lost confidence, look at his smile, West Ham United is still mature in his chest, maybe it's time for him to make a change." ”
The story of Edward's illegal appointment was only hyped up in the media for a short time, and the FA took a cold approach in order to protect its reputation, and the fans were initially concerned but dismissed the media as a fart after seeing Portsmouth's impressive record after the change of manager. The big news in your eyes may not be the big news in the eyes of the fans, they will not pay attention to whether a coach has a license or not, and the results are the last word.
However, in England's coaching circles, Hydeward's fame has spread almost everywhere. All walks of life have their own circles, and the number of professional coaches is small, and the sudden intruder surprised everyone, especially when he was still holding Lord Fu's "letter of introduction".
Big Sammo rubbed his chubby chin, thinking about it, he is not a character who sits still, and he really hasn't been afraid of anyone. Allardyce made a bull dash at Noble and pointed at Pierce not far away.
Noble understands this, this means that the old guy is old and his physical strength can't keep up, don't care how deep he retreats, how much physical confrontation, and don't hesitate to foul! Big Sam winked at Lansbury with his little eyes, motioning for him to help. West Ham United will be hoping to choke their opponents by the neck and make a last-ditch effort!
......
"The old guy is looking for something right," Hydward muttered to himself.
Portsmouth is now running with a single core, and it is still using an aging engine, and Pierce is almost retired on half a foot, so it really can't stand the toss. He'll have to find a new core for the team and coach the old guys before they take that step.
With a wave of Ward's big hand, a soaking wet Pierce was replaced, and Brazilian Ricardo stepped on. He is now Dolgon, the "regent" of Portsmouth, and although he is no longer the head coach, he still obeys the whole team when he gives orders.
With a wave of his hand, Schneider came on as a substitute for Marko. Hussein replaced Lawrence and Portsmouth switched to another attacking tactic. Eric is one of the team's two players, a tall and thin man who rarely gets a chance to play, and if it weren't for Hydward's willingness to play a little trick, the fans would have forgotten what his name was. On the other side, the West Ham United players on the field were dumbfounded, this three-person exchange was willful! Although their ultimate goal is to get Pierce down, there is always a bit of a difference between getting something from others through their own efforts.
When Haim saw Schneider on the field, he knew he needed to do something, and he didn't need to be reminded of the strategic nuclear weapon to go to the front.
Towards the end of the game, Sam Allardyce and the West Ham players were a little stunned to see Erik's tall stature, and the two giants inserted into their penalty area, focusing on who made it difficult for them, and the Hammers only had a tall man with a good header.
Big Sam gritted his teeth and pointed his finger in Eric's direction, and Hydward looked distressed, but he held back a smile in his heart.
'Eric, it seems like he's playing for Portsmouth for the first time this season, he's such a tall guy, his header should be outstanding... Watch out for Schneider's crosses, it's his stunt... Eric jumps... He fell, he was too skinny, it didn't end... Afterpoint... Haim, there you have it! Pregnant!! The game is over, Portsmouth has completed the stunner," the TV announcer said frantically.
Sam Allardyce's face was even uglier than his mother's death, and who knows what he thinks about why he would abandon a centre-back who has frequently contributed to the team and instead set his sights on a nobody who has not played in a season.
Smart people are stupid, how cute they look.
PS: Thank you for the 500 reward for love entering the eternal night, and thank you for the 100 reward for three years of blood earning 'the death penalty is not a loss) (this name is absolutely amazing, cough cough).
PPS: I can't do it with a more chapter, write an extra three or five hundred words as polite, let me fly for a while.