"Damn it, Hydward and that Louis are damned!" Danny Warnock's eyebrows curled, and he turned around and punched the airline seat in the coach's seat, the old man's notoriously fiery temper, and the punch left a punch mark the size of a bowl on the chair. "What a bunch of bastards!" He showed an unwilling, but helpless expression.

Hydward smiled at Cardiff City's fury and applauded his players and told them to keep the attack pressed, then called Drinkwater over and said, "There was only one time and no next time. ”

Danny looked at the head coach's non-angry and arrogant expression, and pouted, heh, head coach! He thought to himself that Ward had seen his actions a long time ago, but when he didn't say anything, he jumped out when Brent scored a brilliant goal and warned himself. Of course, Drinkwater knew the rules of the game, and if Louis really had the strength, the rookie would be on the throne sooner or later, but that brother did such a good job that he didn't even react.

"Hmm" Brother Shui reluctantly uttered a syllable from his nose, but his eyes unconsciously looked at Vardy, who was sitting quietly, and as soon as the two looked at each other, the latter looked away. It just so happened that Hydward was not blind, and he saw all the small movements.

He drove Drinkwater back to the court, and he sat down next to Jamie, pulling out two pieces of very delicate bread wrapped in cardboard boxes from the backpack he was carrying, "Would you like one?" A new dim sum shop outside the stadium is said by our fans to be very authentic. ”

Vardy glanced at it, and his coach had already taken care of himself to unwrap it, tear open the cream packet, and then spread it evenly on it, and the honey inside dripped directly onto the ground in one bite. Sky Sports directly gave a sideline shot, but Ward didn't care at all, and was still presenting the players Amway with this authentic England-style flavor of the cream bun.

"Okay, I'll try." The tee time was relatively late, and I ate early for dinner, so I was a little hungry. The piece in Vardy's hand is far less sweet than Ward's, except that it is not delicious at all, and the coach is already licking his fingers with his rough tongue.

It was at that moment that another goal was scored on the pitch, and Icardi completed a magical double in a stunned moment at Cardiff City, and after just three minutes, Vardy watched with a little envy as his team-mates did what they had just not celebrated.

Ward asked, "How?" He asked, "How long has it been since you scored, Jamie?" ”

Vardy was slightly embarrassed: "Boss, we can talk about this privately. 'Obviously he didn't want to say it in front of his team-mates, especially when Icardi scored again.

"Okay" Ward smiled, didn't get up, glanced at his disciple and said something else: "Walker told me in the past two days that the children of the club's youth team practice from morning to night, their hair is messy, their clothes are all muddy, and every other week they have to bring them to me with a football kick, and the damn balls are all filled with mud and sand, and you told them that you can improve their skills, and these kids immediately do so, and make themselves look like uncivilized savages." The team doctor also said that the children's arms and knees were covered in abrasions, and there were many deep purple bruises, and warned me not to let them continue to do so. …… Vardy ...... You did it, right? ”

If Jamie had heard the news more than half an hour ago, he might have laughed out loud, but he couldn't laugh at Brent as he watched the ball chase on the pitch, running from top to bottom and running from bottom to top, passing every kick. He does like to play tricks on young players, and that's the only pleasure he has besides playing football to make money, but look at who's more of a clown now? People who can't play football really have no drama to sing.

Ward got up to direct the game as Portsmouth unleashed another wave of attacks in the intervening minutes, and Brent shook off the marking Anthony with a light change of pace. Steven Gerrard, cross into the box, Icardi's scramble to test the goalkeeper again. With Portsmouth on the rise, Cardiff struggling under pressure and his good brother Drinkwater delivering a good shot to Luiz, Vardy felt alone and ashamed.

Of course, it's not just Jamie who feels ashamed.

And Neil Warnock, the opponent's head coach.

Neil Warnock's position in the club is actually a bit embarrassing, Cardiff City is a new force in the Championship that has risen since the Malaysian owner took over last year, and what he said badly is that the old man of the previous dynasty, the uniform of the club management team who is familiar with him has changed, and he still stays in the position of the head coach.

The new boss doesn't like his dull style of play, and as a real FM player, how can he not pay for people? However, Neil rejected all actions to stuff his own team and stubbornly stuck to his philosophy. He even knows that the team has a strong link with Manchester United legend Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, who returned to Norway after his tenure as a reserve manager for Manchester United, leading his hometown side to their maiden league title and the following year's Double. Being both a good player and a good coach, people seem to see Pep Guardiola's shadow, and Ole Gunnar Solskjaer's style of play in the Norwegian league is very bold and appreciated by today's management.

In modern football, the way the team plays is a very important option, which directly affects the income of the club, take boxing as an example, when a boxer punches on the TV screen, the key is to see how many hits, not how many hits, because TV requires an active state. It's the same with football, the team needs a high intensity of the rhythm of the game, because there is a moment of rest, some people will change the channel, the game needs the team to be faster and faster, and the faster the team, the more favored by the broadcast.

This brings us to the philosophy of football, with Hydward preferring players who can think fast in high-intensity situations, while Neil Warnock's philosophy has the concept of "rest". He once wrote in his column in the London Evening Post: "When Mingus was writing the blues, he met a young drummer in a bar who was playing drums like crazy, and Mingus said: No, this is not good, you have to slow down, you have to say hello to people, introduce yourself, you can't yell into the room, and the truth of music is the same." I think it's the same with the true meaning of football, to stop, to signal the next attack, the music needs to stop, and the same is true for football games. He also listed the scene of Chelsea and Liverpool's '07 Champions League semi-final meeting at the bottom of the column, where the two high-energy systems collided with each other, and Baldano was dubbed "on a-stirring stick".

The Malaysian boss doesn't understand this, but he still has the old idea that money can conquer everything, and he has trampled on the genes of a football coach's lifelong belief and survival. Of course, all coaches have such helplessness, you have to serve the TV broadcast, you have to serve the fans, so Neil smiled and said: Hurry up, you can't be me? Reformed the team's style of play and stayed.

It's just that Cardiff City is nowhere near as fast as Portsmouth is.

There is a sentence in "The Catcher in the Rye": A mature person is willing to live humbly for a certain principle, and an immature person is willing to die a vigorous death for a certain principle.

To Neil's shame, when he let go of his pride, the seeker was beating him the way he had done in the past.