Hydward took a deep look at the coach's bench next door, and Mirren tensed, staring at the court with his eyes fixed, for fear that he would be stolen into the other side in a daze. It's not easy to be a coach to do what he looks like, if you have to find an adjective, it's better to call forbearance and ugly to call it a nest! The coach of Pompey's legion had such a big problem that he didn't have the courage to take three points when the storm was shaking.

Unlike Bristol City, the whole Portsmouth squad was constantly looking for the only loopholes the enemy had, with Etuhu wiping away the sweat from his eyes and the gap between the full-backs and centre-backs almost flickering before his eyes. He subconsciously broke through in that direction, and the ball was sent by Pierce, but his whole person was stopped outside, and the space was too small!

He was a little anxious, and in the fifty-seven minutes of the second half, the score was still 0:0. Portsmouth have to score as soon as possible, not for themselves, not for the team, but for this manager. Edhuhu has grown up to be so old that he hasn't served anyone, he played as a winger as a winger in the Manchester City youth team and switched to a defender for a while after being promoted to the Manchester City first team. Although his speed is fast, he is relatively weak in terms of technology, and once he gets caught in the bag or the space is limited, he will be helpless, so his substandard products have naturally been cleaned, and he has done nothing in the Championship and League One.

Etuhu's best form in the past was seven goals a season, but now at Portsmouth, at Hydward, he has scored nine goals in a dozen games in less than three months. He never thought it was so easy to score goals, and the centre-backs and full-backs in the Championship were not his opponents.

Looking up, it was densely packed with black jerseys and pants, and the blue figure was only a few, and Etuhu spat and scolded secretly: "Turtle with a shrunken head!" He pulled out a folded white note from his socks, but he only drew a big smile at the beginning...

Etuhu resisted the urge to flip the table, your uncle!!

Fortunately, the content in the back tends to be normal, but it is good, and he almost didn't hold back his laughter. I could only try my best to put on a serious expression, just like what Glero saw, his eyes were looking straight ahead, his expression was like that of his dead father, his muscles were tense, he couldn't laugh if he wanted to laugh, he couldn't cry, and the corners of his mouth were weirdly downward.

"Hey, man," Etuhu began to greet the Bristol City team.

Silence

"Isn't it uncomfortable to keep guarding against me like this? How about sudden? ”

Still silent, Mirren is a dead order for the defense, attack, hehe, next life.

Etuhu said a lot of incomprehensible stuff in the Nigerian dialect, and the full-back who defended him, Tonchi, had a black look on his face, taking the guy for a madman.

"I heard that your head coach used to do women's football?" He switched to English that his opponent could understand.

Tang Qi kept his head lowered and raised it, and this wave of effect was outstanding.

"It's certainly not easy to be a player under a sissy, alas, brother, I sympathize with you. Look at you guys, what a good team, kicking the ground like a coward. ”

Tomkey's hands were clenched tightly, his eyes were spewing fire, and if it weren't for the black-clad judge nearby, he would have given this open-mouthed guy an old punch.

Etuhu said this completely deliberately, he noticed the unnatural expression of his opponent and the small movements, and his heart was already happy, this wave was simply a blow to the heart.

"Football is a man's sport, ********** (omit a lot of forbidden words)"

The ball flew to his side, and the Nigerian deftly stopped the ball and Tonchy couldn't bear it anymore. Etuhu fell to the ground in pain and rolled three times in a row, and the referee felt his jacket pocket and walked this way, and Townkey screamed badly.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to play your cards, man." Etuhu endured the pain and climbed up, and actually took the initiative to help stop the referee. The judge looked at the big black man beside him suspiciously, thought for two seconds, and only gave a free kick.

Etuhu leaned over to Tang Qi and tried to put on a gesture of disdain: "Play the tricks that only women use like your coach, and have the ability to score Lao Tzu's ball, soft egg." ”

Acting a full set, it's a pity that he doesn't go to the Oscars to win a little gold man, the effect is not to talk about first, at least Bristol City's left-back has been deceived to death, and Tomkey's appearance is no longer a goal that can be resolved, this is a hat trick to be willing.

Ma Tan said: "Attack the city for the bottom, attack the heart for the top." "Edward's scheming is happening all over the pitch, quietly changing the tempo of the game, and of course there are those who are not fooled, but as long as they can create chaos, they can create chances.

In the 2006 World Cup final in Germany, the scene of French superstar Zinedine Zidane headbutting Italian defender Materazzi can be called an alternative and eternal classic in the history of the World Cup. Materazzi kept tugging at Zizou's shirt during the match, and the Frenchman immediately said: "If you really want my shirt, then I will give it to you after the game." And at this moment, Lao Ma said a sentence that made the other party make a crazy move, "I like your sister better than your jersey." In this way, the scene of Zidane passing by the golden cup has become an eternal classic.

Compared to trash talk on the football field, basketball superstars are often the masters of this, Joe's helper; Big ass Buckley and more. The difference between football and basketball, Materazzi and others may not be like basketball players who talk trash-talk all the time, but they basically hit every shot with a critical word.

The game continues, and the old turtle finally shows his head.

Bristol City were awarded a free-kick up front and three of their back five ran into the Portsmouth penalty area, with Townkey moving closer to the middle. All the tall guys who can head the ball are in front of Dave's goal, and the intention of these players is obvious, but to solve you with set-pieces!

Mirren was anxious when he saw so many people going up, and kept shouting loudly, but his prestige didn't seem to be as good as he thought, and half of the players went back and the other half insisted on heading the header.

Bristol City's best footwork took the free-kick, which was high and floating, and in front of goal, Haim showed his skills with a high level of focus. In the stunned eyes of everyone, he fought his way out of the crowd, jumped higher than anyone else, coincided with the flight trajectory of the ball, and shook his head to push the ball out of the way.

Standing on the sidelines, Hydward stepped out of the bench with a lunge, and the second point happened to be in Pierce's control, and he unhurriedly parked the ball and picked it directly behind the opposing defence.

Give someone a taste of their own medicine!

The opposing defence was frighteningly empty, and Etuhu shook off his long legs and cut straight down the right flank. With his speed, he ignored the opposing defense and hit the area where the chances were wasted at the start of the first half.

"Etuhu missed a chance, will he miss a second time?" The voice of Glero's commentary followed.

Unlike in the first half, this time he didn't have a companion to pick up, and Lawrence was still desperately pushing forward.

"Shot!! ……… Thrown out, incredible! ”

Portsmouth did have bad luck today, and Hydward smashed the bottle of water out of his hand.

"No, it's not over! The goalkeeper got off, he got off!! Heaven favors Portsmouth"

"There is a supplementary shot! Etuhu goal! Etuhu goal!! Etuhu goal!! ……”

The score was rewritten to 0:1, and the pressure in Hydward's heart was released, and he cheered for the change of fall, and ran wildly with his hands raised.