Lawrence's eyes are not only goals but also goals!

Barnsley's centre-back jumped high but didn't get past Ricciardo's pass, he took the lead!

The ball flew straight towards the Irishman, and he puffed out his chest to unload the ball beautifully, Lawrence's football fundamentals were the last thing the team didn't need to worry about.

Hydward stood up to the cheers of the fans, and everyone seemed to be shouting in the same voice: "Shoot! Shot! ”

So he only took two steps, and after a little adjustment, he didn't even have time to take a look at the goalkeeper's position, and shot directly on the line of the big penalty area.

Barnsley's goalkeeper benefited the most from the second-half siege, and probably didn't sweat a sweat for the whole game. He was planning to take the shirt back to the dressing room and show it off, and a team like Portsmouth simply couldn't threaten the goal he was guarding.

When the goalkeeper was about to save the shot, the body could not fully deploy due to insufficient warm-up......

The ball slid through the tips of his fingers and into the guarded gate behind him.

"It was the !!! who scored the goal ......" shouted frantically from the loudspeaker of the live broadcast.

The fans also gave face, and the cry of "Daniel Lawrence" was comparable to creating an earthquake measuring 3 on the Richter scale.

Hydward rushed out of the dugout at that moment, and assistant coach Wokra couldn't hold it, and his hands that had been in his pockets turned into wings and ran wildly on the side of the court.

Like a flash of fire, it flew over the referee's bench and over the enemy's dugout, and the Barnsley manager's face was more ugly than his own father.

Who cares about him?

Lawrence was stunned, looked confused, and scored? He saw the black and white elf lying quietly in the net opposite, lying down! Lao Tzu has scored!

The Irishman has not scored in more than 10 games as a striker and did not expect the season to open the pitch to be his debut for a new manager.

Celebrate? How to celebrate? He subconsciously glanced at the coach's box, where Hydward had been sitting, and Lawrence was about to rush over to give him a hug.

The man who made the whole team hold the solid ball; the man who drank the celebratory wine for everyone; The man in his suit on a rainy day.

But what about the manager?

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the next second the familiar melody of the Irish sounded.

"Lawrence is unstoppable!"

"He's got a lot of strength, he's fast!"

"Shots can break through the net!"

"La-la-la... Are you scared? ”

"Lawrence is unstoppable!!"

His eyes were a little sour, this song had sounded in his head countless times, and none of them had this one as good, beautiful, and I still wanted to listen to it!

At first, it was just a part of the fans, but the singing was like a plague that gradually spread, driving everyone else to fly.

The conductor in the fans was Edward below the stands, an area for die-hard fans, and he wittily responded by shouting "Sing" and "Sing" twice at a chubby leader.

Ward can't stay here for long, and he has to take the opportunity to explain a few more words when the players gather.

"Well done Lawrence!"

"But everyone, calm down! The game isn't over yet. ”

"Defensively, we need to be tougher defensively!"

"Haim, go forward and push their tall guy out of the box."

"Margery, the guy who sprints, stick to him!"

"Ricciardo, don't give Drinkwater a chance!"

Almost everyone has their own tasks, but that's all the time can say.

……

After sending off the excited players, Hydward returned to the bench to high-five assistant coach Walker.

Such a goal put Barnsley in an extremely awkward position, with only 10 minutes to go before the end of the game, including injury time.

The team has suffered a comprehensive blow from psychology to physical fitness, and in the current situation, it is extremely difficult to choose if you change anyone. The goal came so suddenly that the Barnsley manager wanted to die.

Matt Das was stared down on by the opposing young centre-backs, and he was characterized by sheer speed, and no one was more qualified as a counter-attacking point than Matt. But falling into positional warfare, the weakness of the single change of rhythm and the lack of outstanding technology was exposed at once.

Cheng finished biting Jin's three-plate axe, and Margery made him completely dumb in the next half an hour.

If he is replaced, who will be able to do so?

Winger Sinclair, centre-back Gomez, midfielder Blind and substitute goalkeeper Hood.

No kidding!

It was a real headache, and he scratched his head.

Time passed quietly in tangled time, and I didn't make up my mind until the final whistle.

The home team was in front of the dazzling "1:0" on the scoreboard, and the cheers of 5,000 people could literally turn the stadium upside down.

But such a score is completely impossible for the fans to celebrate, and it is happy to win, but the team's style of play is slightly obscene, and the defensive counterattack is not counted, it is like a stolen victory.

…………

Hydward didn't have time to care about the fans' feelings, and he was getting to Drinkwater's side.

"Would the lad like to come to Portsmouth?" , there is simply no more straightforward opening.

Brother Shui's reaction was half a beat slower, his hair was wet and stained with green grass clippings, and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat on his body.

"What do you say, sir?"

Ward repeated: "The main player, the starter, come to me." ”

Drinkwater smiled, still holding the palm of the opposing manager's outstretched hand.

"Thank you"

I'm just grateful for someone's recognition of him, and I don't pay much attention to things like transfers.

Ward didn't care much about it, even if it was a brief acquaintance.

The two of them were talking, but Brother Shui's teammates obviously had no intention of staying on the court, and they were like a defeated rooster.

Hydward remembered how they had come, their backs straight, their waists straight, their hair meticulously combed and hairsprayed.

After 90 minutes, everything turned upside down.

Seeing off the future England star, he pulled the players up one by one who were limp on the turf.

This game is indeed tiring, and it is not just about physical fitness to keep a team that can not run the most unable to run and stay focused and defended for a whole game.

Ward needs to call everyone to take a shower and change into a padded coat to keep them from catching a cold, and Walker is doing the same, with a little notebook in his hand that keeps track of everything he has to deal with after the game.

"Haim, go for an interview first, and everyone else will go back to the locker room first."

"Ward, you're going to shake hands with their manager first, and then there's a press conference in fifteen minutes."

Walker's work as a teaching assistant was very qualified, and everything was well organized, but it was clear that Hydward was never a conservative master, and he was not prepared to shake that hand in the first place.

The smile of the first second, the second in exchange for the "snapping" applause, Ricardo, Margery, including Haim everyone looked at the manager.

Ward's voice is like the cold weather of this month: "Half an hour for everyone, assemble on the court, train in the evening." ”

"Walker is sorry, you held the hand for me, and the press conference is yours too."

"Don't be bitter, smile."