The players walked into the locker room one after another, and the leading goalkeeper Dave saw Hyde who was busy in the locker room, and his mouth was so frightened that he was about to fall, especially the appearance of a strange costume, which made him look confused. The tall figure looked at the door and saw that none of the people behind him could get in, and the Portsmouth players, who were two goals behind at half-time, were already annoyed, and Jonathan pushed angrily, not knowing whether he was venting his frustration with his teammates or himself.

He walked in the second with his head bowed, completely oblivious to the fact that there was one more person in the locker room. Jerseys and pants for the second half were neatly stacked in front of the seats in the closet, and even water and electrolyte bananas were ready. Jonathan's second goal had a lot to do with him, he was on fire in his heart, and he kicked the water bottle far away with a flying kick, the lid was unscrewed, and the water spilled on his teammates who came in behind.

Seeing his teammates' appearance in a fit of anger, Hydward picked up a piece of mineral water from the table and threw it in Jonathan's face. "Wow" the water rushed straight to the door, and the hair was on; on clothes; Eye; nose, neckline; The cuffs are full of water droplets, and the whole person looks so embarrassed and embarrassed.

“FUCK！！！”

Jonathan burst out directly, and the bruises on his head were exposed, but the moment he raised his head, he met Hydward's murderous eyes. He coaxed, "Old... Old... Great..."The voice stammered, Ward calmed his mind and tossed him a towel, watching the players who walked in one after another.

Everyone in what should have been a lively locker room was immersed in the fear of being dominated by the former head coach, and that demon returned.

"It's okay, we ...... in the second half"

Walker, who was the last to come in, saw that the players were silent, raised his voice to say something, but met Hydeward with a slightly apologetic look.

Walker was stunned, he wasn't ready to hand over the manager's authority, reality was a blow to the head, and he needed some time to sort out what was going to happen to this ball and what else was going to happen.

However, the halftime was only fifteen minutes, and Hydward had no time to take care of his partner's emotions, so he had to seize all the time.

"Are you used to this kind of loose football?"

"If the train arrives on time, you'll be thankful. If you buy a bag of oranges and go home, you tear open the mesh bag and find that every orange is not rotten, you will be grateful. ”

Heideward sarcastically repudiated that he was never merciless, that he wasn't the kind of good guy manager, and never was. English football, like their society, has long been accustomed to a culture of inefficiency, a problem that has been a problem since he took office, and this kind of life is very wrong. If football continues as they did in the first half, Portsmouth deserve to be relegated to League One.

He forced the little guy or the old guy in the team to use all his strength during the game training, just like Han Xin fought against the water when Chu and Han were fighting, setting up a formation near the river, first forcing himself to death and then surviving. Before Edward's arrival, if someone on the team was discharged from the hospital in better physical condition than when he was admitted to the hospital, he was simply superpowered.

Of course, there are bound to be problems in doing this for a long time, times are changing, and now, no one can be as domineering as Clough was at Nottingham Forest, nor can he be sent to the second team and isolated from his teammates in order to punish the players. Most coaches including Hydward understand Alex. Sir Alex Ferguson has come to represent the limits of managerial authority: he once kicked a boot off, and he walked through the dressing room and hit David Beckham on the pretty eyebrow with precision that made him bleed. Then he sold the England captain to Real Madrid, but no one dared to blame him. The Boseman Act in December 1995 allowed players to transfer freely when their contracts expired, and the wrestling of the entire European football world came to an end.

As a coach you can't just be disciplined, it's an unfair view of the diversity of the manager's work, and modern footballers are more curious and daring than ever before. Coaches need to be able to teach them not only what to do on the field, but also psychology, physiology, drugs, doping and socialization. Edward's role is not just a manager, he has to be a teacher, a father, a good friend, etc., and it is not enough to just call the shots. He needs every competence mentioned above in order to listen and deliver the message, and you have to be trustworthy to defend his values.

“.......”

"It's not easy to play under me, if you still play like this, like a piece of waste, I'll make you ......"

Hydward's habitual use of threatening words in the dressing room came to an abrupt halt, and the dressing room suddenly became quiet again, with an eerily frightening atmosphere. It suddenly occurred to him that he was no longer the head coach of the team, and that he could no longer get the players out of the field; There is no way to get Margery to practice until he urines blood; There was no way to get Haim to run back to the training base; There was no way to get the bus to leave ahead of schedule, abandoning Etuhu and Alain......

He's the redundant one here.

As the clock ticked by, Hydward crumpled through the many notes he had written in the fan stands, which contained the problems he had discovered during the game and the specific arrangements he had to explain to everyone. He rubbed it slowly, as if rubbing his own pride, and kneaded it into shape.

"Boss, that guy named Karui is too arrogant, you give him to me, if Lao Tzu lets him get a header from my head, I will run away in the next game!"

Captain Haim broke the long-standing calm and the tall centre-back spoke with a cuteness that made everyone in the dressing room laugh. Hydward looked at the broken watch on his wrist and chose to skip the embarrassing topic just now, he didn't have much time to do a mental massage, and went straight to the main dish.

"Big Sam is a lewd and voracious fat man, and a two-goal lead for West Ham will inevitably keep the team at the back, waiting for Margery to hang out in their midfield uninvited, and then use Bauddock's pace to take the gap. We need to be patient and not rush to attack. ”

"Pierce, step back a little bit, take the ball out of these fools in the second half, you can kick your feet more, don't go forward, don't let them touch the ball."

"The London club doesn't dislike Big Sam's style of play and we had chances in the second half!"

Hydward slammed his fist on the table, "I'm a firm believer in that. ”

The players pricked up their ears and listened as they packed their gear, they were used to it. Then Ward asked the midfielders to explain the specific responsibilities and methods in detail, and had time to take care of the wide players. The bell ringing outside the door at an inopportune time, reminding that the time was up, and everyone finally formed a circle.

"Fight to the end !!" Everyone shouted.