Chapter 218: Back to Water

Praying to the gods for the power of the gods is just a joke, and the current Spanish manager of Wigan Athletic, Martinez, famously said: "No one can beat me on the tactical board." "There are rumours in English football that the coach's home has a video of every game in England's top division from more than a decade ago, and there is even a legend that he has seen every tape, and the coach's brain is the British Museum of English football.

For such a character, Hydward admired, the hotel room was cool and comfortable with the air conditioning on, and the snoring of Walker on the other bed forcibly pulled him away from the world in the book, and with another snort, Ward finally couldn't help but close the book he was reading. It was a football autobiography from today's opponent, Cardiff City manager Neil Warnock, My Way. He hid his mouth with the back of his hand, the morning light leaked into the room through the cracks in the curtains, and Ward put down the pen with only a little ink left, and stretched out as he looked at the time. He barely slept all night, but this was nothing new, and Hydward was never a man who needed a lot of sleep.

He moved his stiff and numb legs out of the chair, and after a little massage, he looked at the time, walked to the window and pulled the curtain halfway back, the sun poured into Assistant Coach Walker's bed, he tilted his body and continued to sleep, but he stopped snoring. A book peeked out from under his pillow, and Ward stole a glance at Bielsa's "Football Formula" and it was no wonder he fell asleep. The book is not very exciting, and there is a lot of preaching, but this does not prevent the likes of Pep Guardiola and Sampaoli from respecting the all-round football master, who is the inheritor of Bielsa's 140-year coaching philosophy. "Walker," Hydward called softly, and he woke up suddenly, blinking in confusion, and looking up at the time, he saw that it was still early. "I went to have breakfast, I remember to go over and wake up the players, Chef Yang said last week that he had updated the menu, and I remember to go and get it early today." Walker was clearly not fully awake yet and gave Ward a big hacher. Ward patiently repeated it, then took his toothbrush and went into the bathroom.

Walking out the door, Ward took a deep breath of the cold morning air, then walked down the spiral staircase one by one, passing by the door of the players' rooms, most of them were silent, but the pitch outside the restaurant Kante and Brent had been panting for two laps, and Luis followed behind with a towel.

Ward beckoned his diligent disciples to come over for dinner, and then found a seat in the dining room, and the waiter stepped forward, "I want bread," Hydward told him, "two of those little fish, with a glass of dark beer, oh, and a few slices of bacon and peanut butter, and remember to burn a little." The waiter looked at him curiously, tore off a receipt, and bowed to leave. Ward turned to look at the disciple who was already sitting down in front of him while wiping his sweat, Kanter looked thin but full of muscles, his face was a little red and barely sweating, and Louis's chest was wet.

After a while, "the fish here is good," said Ward, as the waiter brought the meal, and he took a big bite of the sliced bread.

Both nodded a little, "Boss, do you think West Ham United can advance?" Ward looked up at the smiling Louis, shook his head and didn't answer, he sandwiched the slightly blackened bacon from his plate, "Eat some meat for breakfast." Louis and Kante exchanged glances for less than a second, but Hydward caught it, and then both ate with the multigrain porridge they had just served.

Neither of them was close to Ward, but the whole team was the same, and they kept a corresponding distance from the manager, and fear was the majority.

BBC sports news began to play in the restaurant, and Neil Warnock, who had already announced his departure, actually began to wish Portsmouth a final promotion play-off place when he attended what could be the final game of the pre-match press conference, a move that was criticized by Cardiff City fans, who left messages on various social media hoping that Neil, who has been in charge for three years, will soon leave and change to a guy who is "a bit scrappy". Similarly, it seems that Cardiff City's ace striker Bobby Reid has also been at odds with his own head coach, posting a photo on social media of a fitness coach, a goalkeeper coach and even a masseur and team doctor, but the only thing missing is the head coach.

The news caught Luis's attention, and even Kante stopped eating and watched the BBC's long-legged hostess open and close her mouth. Only Ward, who took a bite of the bacon and made a crunchy sound, chewed thoughtfully for a while before putting down the dishes and chopsticks and looking up at the TV that looked like Nil Warnock, who had aged for decades overnight.

'The guy called Bobby Reid used to be from Tottenham's academy. After a long time, he spoke slowly, "Warnock had a big problem when he first took over Cardiff City, their attacking line lacked attacking firepower, so he remembered to use Bobby, who was on loan from Tottenham at the time. However, this idea was opposed by all members of the coaching staff at the time, who agreed that Bobby never gave his all in training and games, and that the backcourt often liked to play tricks and other tricks that led to the opponent's steals and counter-attacks, which was basically a useless vase. ”

Hydward began to cut the fish with a knife, little by little and then with a fork into his mouth, he had already attracted the attention of his disciples without looking up, who were waiting for the following.

Ward took a sip of dark beer that filled his mouth, "Warnock found an opportunity to tell Bobby that I'd get out of class when I heard I let you play, because you never train well." ”

"As soon as Bobby retorted, Warnock continued to tell him, I'll let you start, and if you don't play well, I'll let you start."

Kanter and Luiz were clearly drawn to the story, "Why? "They asked the same questions Bobby had back then.

Hydward ate his last bit of breakfast and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "The old man left a famous saying: I will make you a real player." ”

The story ends with Bobby scoring 41 goals in two seasons and was the best player in the Championship last year. To tell you one thing, Warnock found all the defenders after finding Bobby, and set a rule that whoever passes the ball to him when defending will be fined. ”

Radish and stick, he also likes to do such things from time to time, the method is simple but often effective.

Ward stood up and tapped his fingers on the table, smiling and pointing to the bottom of the plate, where the tip was placed, and the waiter next to him nodded and smiled in response.

As soon as he took two steps out, he seemed to remember something, he turned around and continued: "Oh, yes, it's still that Warnock, he coached a winger named Short in the North and South League when he was young, he was a bank clerk, but he didn't have many people in the winger position, but he was a person who likes to use his brain, Warnock only took a few training sessions to make him switch to a central defender, Short has been in Derby County, Blackpool, Everton, has left eight goals in the Premier League, 36 years old, he still plays in Cardiff City. ”

Ward's eyes first looked at the disciple who was stunned and thoughtful, and then looked at the man on the TV who was full of praise and surrender, snorted in his mouth, sneered, and shook his head silently, In any case of the knockout round, the second game is a tough battle. He felt that Neil was even using the dismissal as a fulcrum, prying the shackles of the team's junk top brass and creating a little space for his lax coaching environment. Stacks of dollars are likely to be a key factor in a team's focus, and of course, in the eyes of a politician on the pitch, nothing should be used as a bargaining chip. In that book, "My Way", there is clearly written the motto that Cardiff is proud of:

The arrogant army will be defeated.