Biel looked at the silent locker room, surrounded by a circle of bright-eyed players, and took two deep breaths, defender Eriksen had a tomboy-style puffy hair, while the two-dollar Kranica had a rouge hairstyle, which was not welcomed, but they themselves found it cool.

After the relegation was successful, Biel allowed his players to go out for the night and return before 0:00 in the morning, he brought discipline but not strictness, he liked to mingle with the players and laugh, so the players liked such a "fun" coach.

So it is almost impossible to pray that such a person will die easily. He took two deep breaths, crumpled the tactical paper in his hand, and said firmly: "Let the theory get out!" He continued: "Today you have to give it your all, fight for Kristol City and the fans here and show Portsmouth how good we are. ”

It does the same when Hydward doesn't know how to do it, and the players love it, and they have a soul exchange with the coach.

With a roar of rage, passion whistling in the chaotic locker room, surrounding everyone, the players swept away the gloom and looked full of energy.

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The second half seemed to be a microcosm of Portsmouth's season, as Edward did the same, leaving the players behind their tactics and enjoying their football. The first half was a 2-2 draw, and the second half was far from a goal or two, with Pompey's Legion taking a 5-2 lead in 70 minutes before conceding three goals in just nine minutes to draw with Robin. Crazy, exciting, and memorable, the drama of the goal is a huge test for the heart of every coach and every fan.

Hydward deliberately turned his face at the players, his eyebrows furrowed into a ball and he looked imposing: "Boys, your defense is terrible, thank you for taking such an exaggerated approach to the promotion play-offs." The players could tell at a glance that the manager wasn't really angry, with Mendy throwing his hands out and jokingly saying: "Birmingham, Cardiff City and West Ham must have been overjoyed." "The players laughed, they knew they were weak defensively, but they could still proudly and unreservedly put themselves into the next 15 days for two or three games.

With the final round of the league coming to an end, Portsmouth qualified for the play-offs with 76 points and fifth in the league, ahead of Reading, Southampton and Cardiff City behind Birmingham City on 75 points. Middlesbrough are out of the tournament as they have lost control of their fate since the defeat to Edward, and they will have to pray for defeat for Birmingham City in the final round, but it is clear that they will not give him a chance.

Of course, after today's conclusion, the next two sides have also been decided, with third-placed West Ham United taking on sixth-placed Birmingham City, while Portsmouth will face Cardiff City.

After the spring of April, the Championship teams will take a break or move for next season, while the four teams will compete in the summer of May. Time is of the essence, and it is no surprise that Heidward has only three days to prepare, with the first game on May 3rd, the second game on May 7th, and the last game on May 14th a week later.

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Paris, France.

Margery, who had just finished watching the game, had a small half of rye bread in his mouth, and the bread contained the last half of the sausage he could find from the base kitchen, and he flipped through the rehabilitation plan given by physiotherapist Edu and walked straight out of the room.

A thin old man stood under the starry sky with his hands behind his back, carrying half a bottle of leftover mineral water, and when he saw Margery coming out of the gate, he shook his neck and motioned for him to follow. When he arrived at his destination, Edu's assistant first gave him a physical examination as usual, and after nodding his head ok, Margery was pushed by the old man into professional rehabilitation equipment for lifting.

Fifteen minutes later, the little pony who was already sweating profusely was stopped, "Drink water, two sips." Already aware of the rules, Margery carried out the order, and then did a switchback run on the field where professional signal acquisition was laid, and Edu's assistant kept taking notes with pen and paper.

After about 40 minutes, the stars Pastore and Sissoko came to the physiotherapist to recover, Pastore was shocked by the big Paris 42 million poaching last year, but he quickly proved his worth, this season has become the absolute main force of the French giants, 22 years old already has the reputation of Argentine Kaka, "violent brother" Sissoko and Pastore obviously know Margery, very warm greeting: "Hello, cool boy." ”

Brother Pony glanced up and waved his hand as a greeting. He didn't expect that the sports injury specialist recommended by Dr. April would be the chief team doctor for Paris Saint-Germain, and that Carlo Ancelotti, the manager of Paris, would be generous enough to allow him, an outsider, to use the club's facilities, which Portsmouth would incur.

At 11:30 p.m., Pastore and Sissoko came out of the shower to say goodbye to Margery, while Pony was still sweating, but the venue was changed from indoor to outdoor. He was familiar with the sense of the ball, as if he was the only one in the world, the black and white elves rowed into the depths of the night sky, the sky was very cool with a breeze, and the lights of the field had been turned on, and it would be on all night. Edu sat on the sidelines, looking at the teenager with an indifferent expression, not speaking or pointing, he didn't know how to play football, and there were two lunch boxes at his feet, the rice and chicken in the lunch boxes had been eaten, and the other box was some pasta, which had not been touched.

After practicing the last twenty sets of basic movements, I don't know what time it was, the old man didn't know when he had left, and the box of noodles that originally belonged to Margery was also wiped out, and a note was attached to it: "Take the garbage away." On the reverse side of the note reads: "Recovery is faster than I expected, you can leave at any time." ”

Margaret walked into the room with his tired body, every piece of his body struggling with him. The biggest difference from half a month ago is that at this moment, his hair has grown a lot, his beard has not been shaved, and he is seven or eight years old. He opened the door of the room with one hand, and with the other he was sending messages to Hydward, reporting the situation or asking about the team's current situation, which has become his habit during the half-month recovery period.

"I'll go back to Portsmouth the day after tomorrow, and the doctor says I'm fine," Margery was typing slowly, his hand pressing toward the send button.

A magnetic voice sounded in his ears: "Young man, don't lie down after taking a shower just after training, there is a cooling physiotherapy room on the second floor of this building, go to the ice storage for a while, you will be better." "A chubby old man appeared in front of him, he wore a training suit and had not yet had time to take off the whistle around his neck, his name was Ancelotti, the founder of the Milanese dynasty, a master tactician, and at the same time an approachable old man.

Margery snapped his fingers and looked up.

Ancelotti smiled and continued: "I have watched you for days, lad, you have all the qualities of success"

Margery stared at the world-famous marshal, as if he was observing and seeking, to see if there were dense lines in his head, whether every line was truth, and his glasses were full of curiosity.

You can't help but be curious.