(The national football team won the beautiful !! ）

Max took his son to Faton Park as promised, and the British winter was dark early, and the sky was lit up around five o'clock in the afternoon. The city of Portsmouth has a strong historical atmosphere, with the World War II Museum; The sailboats on the pier and the street lamps on the natural street are also in the style of quaint kerosene lamps. Outside the stadium, the stars and the thin fog give people an illusory feeling, like London at the end of the twentieth century in the movie.

As McVeigh took his dad's hand and bounced into the dressing room, Doncaster's team bus stopped at the designated place.

The head coach led the players out of the car, and fans in red and white striped shirts swarmed around. Although Portsmouth only offered about 2,000 tickets, the number of fans on the expedition was much higher.

The head coach got off the bus first and greeted the fans warmly, and the cheers of "come on, come on" were extremely loud.

Doncaster's official name is Doncaster Rovers Football Club, which hails from South Yorkshire, England. The club was founded in 1987 by a railroad worker named Jenkins to satisfy everyone's love of football. If Ipswich represents the peasantry, then this team is the quintessential representative of the working class.

In this season's standings, Doncaster is at the top of Portsmouth's head, a pair of difficult brothers. Hydward's first few games in charge had to face this kind of relegation opponent one after another, on the one hand, the game was important, and on the other hand, the strength of the team was not very good.

Portsmouth are still eight points from the defeat to Ipswich Town in the last round, although Doncaster did not win as they were beaten 2-1 away at Blackpool.

Before the game even began, the enthusiastic visiting fans began to compete with the Pompey Army, with 2,000 singing the Doncaster anthem throughout Farton Park. Portsmouth's fans are entering the stadium one after another, so naturally there is no way to compete with the opponent, but it is still okay to make trouble, and there are boos for a while.

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"What about Pierce? What about Pierce? McVeigh kept circling around the locker room, his little eyes gurgling. He glanced back at Hydward, who was writing and drawing on the tactical board, and continued to spin in circles.

Ricardo was not happy and picked up the excited child who was running all over the ground. With a stiff face, he asked viciously, "Little ghost, do you recognize me?" ”

McVeigh's eyes narrowed into a line and he shouted, "Ricardo! ”

The child was like a loach, and he tumbled to the ground, and then ran all over the ground, forgetting all that Hydward had told him.

The little guy could call everyone by name, and he came to Lawrence's side like a little sun, raised his head and showed his big watery eyes and said, "Can you score?" ”

"Of course!" The Irishman lifted his ball pants to show off his toned thigh muscles.

Edward was still pondering on the sidelines, everyone must have thought he was thinking about tactics, but in fact what he was thinking had nothing to do with the game. Too many stories have happened in the past half a month, one after another, like a train coming like him. There was no time to sort it out, and everyone in the locker room, including Assistant Coach Walker, was teasing this McVeigh, and he was the only one who was quietly thinking on the sidelines.

The little guy passed by him again, and he took a fancy to the colorful energy drinks on the table and wanted to try them.

Hydward learned a trick from Ricardo: he picked up McVeigh, sat him on his lap with peace of mind, and said, "Okay, don't be skinny." We've only got 20 minutes, so we'll give you two words, and you're the manager today. ”

The little guy struggled a few times, to no avail, and then stared at the head coach uncle with a sharp eye. The locker room quickly fell silent, and the ticking of Ward's watch was clearly audible.

The authority he has established these days is not to be challenged, and the eyes of the players are gradually converging like a spotlight. The little guy sits on the head coach's lap, quite a bit of the "fox fake tiger" feeling in the idiom story.

McVeigh was a little embarrassed by the crowd's staring, and his face flushed like a little apple.

"I wanted to coach Portsmouth when I grew up."

Boys are like that, the topic is always inseparable from themselves.

'I think my speech is going to be really good, the tactics are great, we need to have more shots on target to score, it's the formula for winning, my dad told me.

"I'll get some candy and Batman posters to pay everyone for winning, and it would be nice to give me two Godiva chocolates!"

"I'd also like to appoint my mom and dad as my assistants, and my dad can drive me to Fatun Park every week, and my mom makes a hot dog sandwich that's delicious, and I'd like to invite everyone to try it together."

"By the way, I need you to call the hospital, I don't think I need to go to the doctor anymore because I still have to work. The medicine is so bitter, so bitter. ”

The players were a little stunned, and they all mentioned McVeigh's story yesterday either to Pierce or to head coach Edward.

Every life born in this world deserves to be treated gently, and they more intuitively show that life is so rhythmic and lovely.

The boy pointed to a small box at the door and shouted, "Daddy, help me get it." ”

It was the bus that was put together last time, and I told Ward that I was going to give it to the best player.

Max left his son for a few more minutes and got all the team's signed jerseys and signed soccer balls before leaving.

The locker room was calm again, the lake was quiet, the noise of the children was gone, and it was now Hydward's territory.

"The club told me that McVeigh was my candidate. He has a lot of football knowledge and his team in the back up is exceptional. I'm just a little older than him, so the coach at Portsmouth is me. ”

He talked eloquently, and everyone chuckled, and everyone knew that Hydward was joking.

"I don't have tactics, no! You can kick how you want, play how you want. But there is one rule, if I lose the race, I will run back to the training base today, and I will ask Uncle Patton to drive the bus away in advance. ”

Hydward's fist slammed into the tactical board, and with a thud, a slight crack appeared in the white board.

"I promised McVeigh that I would bring him a victory, and if you let me break my word, I would let you know the consequences!"

The players shuddered, the cold Siberian wind blew in the dressing room, and Hydward threatened the players like a bandit.

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There was a sound of the referee urging outside, and the players walked out of the locker room door one after another, and Jonathan was left alone, saying that there was no tactics, was it really nothing? Just kidding.

Hydward has always been very accurate in looking at players, and the Senegalese striker Diouf who played for Liverpool in the Doncaster team is the target of the need to focus on defense, how can there be no arrangement?