"Bobby? Reed cums beautifully! McNaughton's long ball counter-attacked, a brilliant goal. ”

Hydward stood in the cold light of day, his ears full of the excited roar of Cardiff City fans, he watched the enemy slaughter his own player, the white knife cut into the stomach, the blood hot steam rose out, the executioner named Bobby was skillful, not a second wasted, and quickly ended the pain.

"***, we've warned these kids not to take the enemy lightly, but luckily we still have a three-goal advantage!" Walker clutched his hard black hair, his mouth was swearing, his eyes were black, and he looked at Hyde Ward, who was standing on the sidelines with his pockets in his pockets, like a shadow.

Sky Sports' Martin Taylor continued, in his own distinctive voice: "One ball, it's obviously not enough, but Portsmouth have to be careful. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Cardiff City striker who scored the goal rushed into the net and fished out the ball and ran to the middle circle, without any celebration, the black and white elf seemed to be the bloody flesh of the Pompey Legion, and he raised it in his hand and shouted: "Little ghosts, do you want to take a bite first?" ”

Hydward still didn't say a word, he only felt a chill to the bone, his legs seemed to have taken root in this piece of turf, making him unable to walk, the art of war said: My division is out of the country, the army is in the enemy's land, the enemy is so big, surrounding me several times, trying to break out, all directions are blocked, and this place is also dead. Football is not a war, but the truth is almost the same, so Han Xin said: Throw into the place of death and then survive, fall into the place of death and then live, the husband is heavily trapped, and then can win or lose!

Neil. Warnock put everyone under his command in an embarrassing situation of falling behind 4-0, but it also made everyone burst out with an unprecedented will to survive, which turned into physical strength, speed, and strength, and then engulfed Portsmouth little by little.

Hydward only wanted to laugh at first, because in the tunnel he heard the short striker say to his companion: "I'll take you on vacation to Malaga, Spain, if you win." And the companion just smiled politely, obviously thinking that it was impossible, that it was four balls, and not one ball. Ward thought to himself, if he was in such a situation, he would definitely not come up with any other ideas to boost morale, yes, this trick is powerful. But Neil Warnock didn't win too thoroughly, according to his rough estimates, the starting 11 substitutes of 7 people made a total of 18 people, and the real response to the old man's call to fight back was only to talk about three or five, and others were confused; Some were scared, some were indifferent, and Cooy, who played in midfield, was ready to respond, but he was silent when his partner Whittingham didn't move.

Therefore, he set the most basic strategy for this game, hoarding heavy troops in the midfield to slowly wear down the opponent's courage and patience until the game is killed. He removed Alli and Drinkwater from the starting XI in favour of Norris, Freire and N'Golo Kante, and with Jamie Vardy, who often returned to midfield, Cardiff simply couldn't get through the middle of the pitch when attacking.

Ward could almost have foreseen the heavily-armoured army rushing headlong into it, and Neil said before the game that he was looking forward to a good matchup, and he couldn't help but think to himself, when you lose by three or four goals, come back and see this wonderful journey.

What to do in the face of such a defense? Warnock was just smiling on the bench, more than 70 years ago the French built a Maginot line from Longuiillon to Belfort on their doorstep, and then the Germans told the world that it would take only ...... to break through such a strong fortification Go around. Cardiff City ditched all the midfield excesses and went straight behind Portsmouth, with Bobby slotting a long ball from the right side of the box that was blocked by the goalkeeper before slotting forward with great speed to slot. Warnock's approach gives the small striker plenty of room to maneuver and he doesn't have to take on any defensive responsibilities, and for a player of his calibre, getting space means getting everything.

Hydward's annoyance at conceding such a goal, even if the game went on for seven or eight minutes, he has always been proud of his cleverness in his life, because this is the only gift that the gods have given him to make him a football coach, but he didn't expect this damn old thing Neil Vornock to be so high that the thought of his plan being seen through by him is even more uncomfortable than losing the game.

The continuous advancement of the game made the form more and more bad, the team's style of play in this game was already conservative, and scoring a goal made the whole team of Cardiff City change dramatically, Neil's prediction to the players before the game: "Wait for a goal, we'll see what happens" has been fulfilled, morale is like a worm fission infection, and the spark instantly becomes a prairie fire!

It's no longer tactical, because you'll find that Portsmouth has been unable to stop that called Bobby. Reed's man, he was in the Henry area, and he still calmly stood up in the face of the four defenders' bag pressing, a graceful arc, the ball hung in the dead corner, and this ball helped the Blue Jays chase the score gap to only two, which is already a gap that can be touched. Where is Portsmouth facing an ordinary player, it's a superstar! Eight minutes later, the frenzied Bobby carried the disturbing Kante behind him, and before his body was about to lose his balance, he cleverly smashed the ball with his right foot to his striker Miller to help the young man, who had just turned 21, score a goal.

Not just up front, but also at the back, with Portsmouth having at least four or five great counter-attacks as the team pressed across the line, only to be cleared by Gunnarson on goal and the other three times by Tom Heaton. Fate doesn't seem to be on their side either.

There was a chorus of applause and cheers from the stands in Cardiff City, with one banner standing out: "I thought I was going back to sleep." The blue waves of people, and the singing, there were already fans who began to sing Neil Warnock's name, and the shouts of "Thank you, don't go" were higher and higher.

'Edward's choice was too conservative, he didn't start Icardi, obviously trying to save him before he went to Wembley, but whether they can go there now is a question! The suspense is back on the field, but it's clear that Cardiff City is on the rise! "Three balls, 3-4, the commentator also began to criticize Ward, who is the head coach, conservative, young, inexperienced, all kinds of hats are buttoned down.

Edward looked at his watch on the sidelines, and it took him thirty-six minutes to go, and the remaining ten minutes of the first half had made him spend every second like years, so would the substitutions work? If it was useful, he would have changed it a long time ago, so why stay like a lamb.

The rain in the sky looked like it was going to fall again, the pitch was chaotic, full of shouts and screams, as if there was blood in the air, the world was in chaos, Ward suddenly saw Frell chasing back from the front line to the back line, his position belonged to Bobby, he barely used any action to clean up Mustafi, and when he was about to finish the goal, this inconspicuous back midfielder, the big man who no one paid attention to, shoveled Bobby to the ground with ten times rougher movements than usual, and rolled seven or eight laps in a row before stopping.

His eyes seemed to say: This is not your arrogant place.

Freyer's eyes met Hydward's gaze, he glanced at the referee's bright yellow for him, and then at the manager. Lip sync word by word: "We need you, although I'm trying hard, but I'm ...... A ...... alone I can't do it! ”