Throughout the first half, Haydn Park became a city in the sky, with the penalty area littered with impact points left over from dive bombing, and Doncaster's left and right corridors became Portsmouth's tarmac.

Countless planes took off from here and dropped bombs in front of the goal. In less than 20 minutes, Portsmouth had already converted nine crosses and scored a goal.

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5 defenders are placed on the 60-metre pitch width, with each player defending an average of 12 metres; There are 4 defenders on a width of 60 meters, with each player defending an average of 15 meters. It's an easy math to calculate, with players defending 3 metres less in width and naturally shortening the distance between defenders and defenders.

Doncaster haven't won much this season, but they are the team with the most draws from the six or seven teams in the entire relegation table, while the Hammers have only drawn 0-0 away from West Ham.

Almost all of the teams that drew made the mistake of playing a back four to a back five, and it was a hard rush to the Doncastel ribs. The defensive width of the defender has been reduced by three meters, and the rib space is naturally compressed, which is a bit of a brainbreak in the old way.

Conversely, almost all the teams that beat them in the league have discovered the weakness of Doncaster's flanks, as long as the team is equipped with a strong centre-forward, how to play goals.

Heidward did not have a strong center, so they simply let Haim, a central defender, pretend to be a handful and push directly to the striker. Let him grow strong; Jump high; Judging the landing point is accurate, and it can be better played, as long as the ball is pushed into the goal.

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There was a sea of fire in front of Doncaster, which could be described as a sound of wind.

The game restarted and the opposite side changed the 532 formation to 541, with Diouf's attacking partner dropping back into midfield to help get the ball and comb.

A little bit into the game, they also stepped up their pressing in midfield, especially against Ricciardo and Lawrence.

Fouls on the field gradually began to increase, and the referee kept blowing to stop the game.

The stands erupted in disgruntled boos from Portsmouth's home fans, who felt that the Doncaster players were too savage.

…

"Damn it! Do they play football or kick people? Max stood up angrily and shouted out to the court in displeasure that he was screaming for Lawrence, who had just been kicked down.

McVeigh's eyes were glued to the court without saying a word, and the father and son became a beautiful sight on the court.

"Lawrence, how's it going?" Haim ran over to care, the Irishman had been injured too many times, and the tackle on the defender's back was obviously not light.

"I'm fine," Lawrence didn't have any expression on his face, but his eyes were staring at the goal not far away, "Pull me up, thank you." ”

He didn't fall very well, 40 metres away from goal, and the position was still very off, and from this angle there was only a noticeable gap in the top right corner of the goalkeeper.

At the moment when Haim pulled him up, the two men passed by, and the Irishman, like a keen old hunter, lowered his voice and said, "Captain, send quickly." ”

A gleam flashed in Haim's eyes, and he ran off into the distance as if nothing had happened. A round of intrigue is brewing on the pitch, and the football game is a process of you calculating me and I calculating you.

You give him a sword, the enemy's backhand is a knife, and Hydward on the sidelines has given a clear signal: shrink the defense, since the one-goal lead, give up part of the possession, and play a more familiar defensive counterattack.

But Haim was still ready to listen to Lawrence, who was making waves before the strategic retreat.

Doncaster's players took advantage of the referee's stoppage to take a free kick, and some asked the bench for a drink; Some walked slowly towards the restricted area; Others adjusted their shin guards, cricket socks, etc., and the defensive system composed of three lines was completely in a state of collapse for a few seconds.

Lawrence also bent down to sort out his somewhat crooked shin guards, and the socks faded from his knees to the middle of his calves, completely paralyzing the enemy.

He glanced away from the ball in the referee's hand as he moved to the vicinity of the penalty area, and focused his eyes on the ball in the referee's hand.

The referee obviously deserted, kicked the dirt on the soles of his feet, and fiddled with the whistle on his chest, games of the level of Portsmouth and Doncaster in the Championship, without media attention and blowing at all, his ideal is to blow the kind of Champions League semi-final Real Madrid vs. Bayern.

He threw the ball in his hand at random, and the landing point was about half a meter away from the place of the foul.

Lawrence looked at the football that was still rolling in front of him, and the movement of his hands stopped instantly, and the socks on his calf were not yet lifted.

Got up, took a step back, took a step forward, and kicked the ball with the instep of his foot.

Burst!

This is a long ball that can be compared to Manchester United star Ginger Head Scholes, and it is accurate! Elegance!

Football can sometimes be very simple, just like Jing Ke sang by Yi Shui: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return." "Haim is the Jing Ke who stabbed at the King of Qin, and the pass passed by Lawrence is the poisoned dagger hidden in the map of Dukang.

Haim immediately ran forward!

"Good shot! Strike! Haim !! Max yelled frantically, not at all like Sven's father. Around him, including McVeigh, all the Portsmouth fans raised their hands.

The shout reached the pitch and caught the referee's attention, and he just glanced at it, and the whistle in his mouth paused and did not blow, but ran forward with the ball, completely acquiescing to Lawrence's action.

Edward's eyes shrank on the sidelines, and the fist in his hand clenched, not only the manager, but also a fan can understand: free kick fast!

Doncaster's players began to surround Hayem and the goalkeeper abandoned the goal.

Maybe many forwards are frightened in the face of the attacking goalkeeper, just like Sima Yi saw Zhuge Liang's door wide open under the city gate building.

The more I think about it, the more I dare not play, the more I dare not play, the more I will fail, and any striker skills I usually practice are all returned to the coach.

Haim is different, he's a defender, which defender will practice shooting? Zhuge Liang's city gate tower is not standing under Sima Yi today, he is a bandit.

He gritted his teeth, fixed his bare feet, and used the usual footwork of breaking the siege with big feet, regardless of what Zhuge Liang was saying when he went in and killed Zhuge Liang.

Haim's kick was so unreasonable, the momentum sank, broke through the goalkeeper's ten fingers, like a bullet piercing a wooden plank, with a strong spin "brush" hit the net.

The referee signaled that the goal was valid, and the goal went in again, 2-0.

Haydn Park was thunderous with joy, everyone shouted hoarsely, Max even had tears in his eyes, how long has it been since Portsmouth had a two-goal lead? I'm afraid no matter how senior fans are, I'm afraid they won't remember, five rounds or ten rounds? Or rather, longer.

Hydward's slightly tense nerves relaxed briefly, and he took it, well done, lads! He told himself so in his heart.

The game was played like this, and two points out of three were already in Portsmouth's pocket.