Chapter 85: We want to win

"The referee blew the whistle to the end of the first half! One to one, the two sides tied in the first half! At the beginning of the game, Wimbledon acted like a real Premier League team. They completely suppressed Preston and scored. However, after Preston equalized the score with a beautiful cooperation in the 21st minute, the gap between the two teams seemed to be narrowing! In the last twenty minutes of the game, Preston shot three times, once within the goal frame, Wimbledon shot four times, and the goal frame.

Two times within the range, each received a yellow card. Preston had two free kicks in the frontcourt, three corner kicks, Wimbledon had four free kicks in the frontcourt, and two corner kicks - from the data, it was completely two teams of the same level in the competition! If Preston was a top team in the League One, then we wouldn't say anything. After all, Wimbledon's ranking in the Premier League is not very good now, but Preston is just a mid-range team in the League Two! Will a new dragon-slaying legend be born before our eyes?"

The local commentator of Preston said excitedly, of course he did not forget to praise Tiger. It was Tiger's two instigations that allowed Preston to gradually attack, and Tiger's direct assist created the equalizer goal. In the later game, it was also because Tiger controlled the midfield that Preston gradually won the situation on the court!

"Beautiful job, Tiger, I dare say you won't have any problems playing in the Premier League now!"

As soon as he returned to the locker room, Nogan shouted excitedly. His scoring felt very good, but he would not forget that it was Tiger's pass that allowed him to get a chance to shoot without the interference of the defender!

No one objected to Nogan's words. The Preston players were just surprised. They knew that Tiger was excellent, but they did not expect Tiger to be so outstanding - they could still gain a certain advantage against players like Winnie Jones and improve the offensive ability of the entire team!

Tiger just smiled powerlessly. Others seemed to have performed well, but no one knew how much energy he had spent - whether it was confrontation, physical fitness or experience, he was far inferior to Jones. The only thing that surpassed the other party was his reaction and agility. The so-called one force reduced ten points, using skills to fight against strength requires more physical energy.

Under Jones' fierce defense, he had to increase his running range more to get more opportunities to get the ball. Even so, he only created a few opportunities to score. In just one first half, he was so tired that he could not run anymore. There were still 45 minutes left in the second half. What should he do to persevere?

Moyes is experienced after all. From Tiger's walking posture, he can tell that Tiger's physical energy is consumed a lot. Although Tiger's physical energy was not very good before, he could still do it for more than 70 minutes in a game. Now he runs for 45 minutes and is almost out of reach. This only shows one thing, that is, he runs more than usual, and it also takes too much physical energy to get rid of the opponent's defense.

But he couldn't make any adjustments - Preston was able to play as he was now, and the dispatch and organization of Tiger's middle lane were the most important factors. If he ended up, Preston could say that there was no possibility of winning at all!

It was not until this time that Moyes realized that this young man who had only played less than ten games had become such an important player for Preston!

"Tiger, if you run like the first half, how long can you support me?"

After the entire locker room was quiet, Moyes asked Tiger.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Tiger. At this time, they realized that Tiger had already sweated so much, and his entire clothes seemed to be fished out of water.

Just look at his sweat and you will know how hard he had been in the whole first half.

Barrett handed a bottle of water to Tiger without saying a word. Moyes looked at Barrett with a wry smile. The black guy ran less than Tiger in the first half, but he still looked calm and composed, but his foot skills were even bigger than the physical gap between him and Tiger. Moyes was not a person who likes fantasy, but he couldn't help thinking, if Tiger had Barrett's physical fitness and physical fitness...

Tiger unscrewed his level and took two sips, then replied, "Ten minutes...up to twenty minutes."

A faint sigh sounded in the locker room, and the teammates were a little disappointed, but they also knew that Tiger was telling the truth. Since returning to the first team, Tiger has not looked very physically good. He can only play more than seventy minutes in each game. With today's running and the opponent, it is already a desperate effort to play for more than sixty minutes. Judging from his current appearance, it is not impossible to say that he can't run now.

Moyes nodded thoughtfully, then closed his eyes and pondered for a while. Soon, he opened his eyes and waved his hand: "Then Tiger, don't run like this in the second half, save your physical fitness, try to restore some physical fitness on the field, and attack again if you have the chance!"

Everyone was in amazement.

Who doesn't know that the stalemate of Preston with Wimbledon on the scene is Tiger's organization and dispatch in the midfield? With a midfield like him who can hold the ball and deal with the opponent, Preston can minimize the opponent's attacks and increase his own attacks! Tiger's organization and dispatch in the middle is indispensable to running around and responding. If he doesn't run, how can he support Preston's midfield? In that way, Preston's midfield will lose all the power and restore his passive state in the first ten minutes of the first half!

"Silent!"

Moyes yelled and the players all calmed down.

After the tide, Moyes glanced at the players: "Yes, our midfielder will lose all the power... But if Tiger continues to run like this, our midfielder will lose all the power in ten minutes or twenty minutes! And by then we will not have a trace of resistance, because our midfielder's core has exhausted its physical energy and can no longer help us! Now, it is just a time to lose the power in the midfielder a while. The difference is that our midfielder can preserve his physical energy and play his role at the most appropriate time!"

Speaking of this, Moyes glanced at the players: "Of course, if we did this, we might have been behind the score before the opportunity appeared, but this is our only chance to win! Now, there are two ways in front of you. One is to let Tiger continue to run like this, delay the time of losing the midfield, and strive to get a draw, and the other is to temporarily give up the midfield and risk being beaten into a sieve by them to pursue that possible victory! Which one do you choose!"

"I choose the same!" Tiger smashed the table violently: "Either you lose or you win! Don't have a draw, the draw has no meaning to us!"

"That's right! Either you lose or you win!" Infected by his emotions, Preston's players yelled one after another.

"Very good, let's talk about the defensive policy in the second half."

Player channel.

When Tiger and his teammates came to the entrance, Wimbledon's players also came over, and the two gangs immediately met.

Although it wasn't a gangster to start a movie, the two gangs who had already made their anger naturally wouldn't have any good faces. They snorted and went their own way. Jones grinned and suddenly said, "Boy, they played well in the first half... It's a bit like Gazza back then."

Originally, this sentence was a bit friendly, and comparing Tiger and Gascoin was a very high praise, but Jones' tone didn't sound the same...

Tiger said with a look of caution: "You... don't want to catch my little brother, are you?"

The player's passage was silent for a few seconds, and then a huge burst of laughter immediately broke out.

During the game, Jones grabbed Gascoin's crotch with his backhand and Gascoin's painful expression had long become a classic. The two of them said quickly and immediately made everyone laugh wildly. Amid the laughter, the tense atmosphere seemed to be diluted.

Jones waved his hand while laughing: "Don't worry, I won't use this trick... I haven't used this trick for a long time."

Jones's words caused a burst of laughter again, and even if the players on both sides appeared in the stadium, there was still a smile on their faces that disappeared, which made the fans at close range puzzled. I don't know why everyone seemed very happy...

However, after arriving on the court, everyone waved the smiles on their faces and began to devote themselves to the game.

The first kick-off in the second half was Preston. After the rest of the midfield, Tiger had recovered some points of physical fitness. At the same time, he also knew that he would probably have few opportunities to get the ball next, so he should cherish every opportunity.

After receiving Nogan's return pass, Tiger quickly started dribbling. He did not break through the middle directly. In fact, he really successfully broke through Jones in the whole first half, which was the time when he assisted and scored. He did not form an effective breakthrough at all at other times, and it was difficult to create too many threats for passing.

So he felt that Moyes' words were right. Continuing to run was nothing more than a waste of physical energy. Focusing on physical energy in several threatening periods may have a better effect.

For example now.

Tiger dribbled the ball and began to break through from the right. Leon Hartson felt a little upset when he saw this kid rushing over with the ball. Tiger ran to the right several times in the first half when he couldn't open the situation in the middle to bully him, a non-full-time defensive player, which made him lose face several times.

But he quickly felt relieved because captain Winnie Jones had quickly come over from the middle to make up for the seat. He believed that as long as the captain came over, he would definitely be able to stop the little guy who jumped around.

However, after Jones rushed over, Tiger had already passed the ball horizontally, and after Bryson was inserted behind him, he began to rush forward resolutely after receiving the ball. The reason why Moyes still stubbornly used the double midfielder after Barrett was gradually able to protect Tiger's back after he was gradually qualified to protect Tiger's back, was because Bryson had the ability to rush forward that Barrett did not have!

Jones didn't even make a fart, and immediately ran back after a sudden stop and rushed towards the middle. Leon Hartson was angry and couldn't help but shouted to Tiger: "Boy, don't you dare to fight our captain?"

Tiger shrugged his shoulders, then suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

Bryson knew that he could not get rid of Jones' defense. His task of attracting Jones' attention had been completed. He no longer stuck the ball. He directly passed the ball back to Tiger's feet with a cross.

Tiger unloaded the ball and drove the ball forward without any dragging it out!

"Stay at him! Hold on, don't make any effort!" Jones shouted loudly to left-back Chatcher, while quickly running into the penalty area. Chatcher immediately rushed over and followed Tiger tightly.

Tiger stopped urgently, and Chatchel immediately stopped. At this moment, Tiger quickly used his right foot to push the ball near the bottom line with his right foot and broke through!

Just as Chatchel was rushing, Tiger dunked the ball back again, cut across the left heel, forcibly cutting into the penalty area from Chatchel!

Chatcher, who had run over his head, saw that Tiger was about to break into the penalty area, gritted his teeth and crashed into Tiger's back from the side.

However, he obviously saw that he would probably stagger Tiger, but after he hit him, it was not the same thing. Both the position and strength of the collision were far from what he imagined. Tiger staggered a moment, but took a step forward and directly hit the penalty area with the ball!

However, Chatchel's collision still had a certain effect. Tiger, who was stumbled and ran, seemed to have problems with the ball under his feet. The ball was out of his control range, and a Wimbledon central defender rushed over immediately, intending to clear the ball before he took the ball again!

They have learned about this guy's ball control skills before. Obviously, if this guy is allowed to control the ball freely in the penalty area, it will become very dangerous.

At this moment, Tiger suddenly stretched out his legs and poked the ball out.

The ball flew to Grant's feet who was already in the penalty area, and there was no defense again!

"We want to win!"

Grant shouted in his heart, then turned around in one and a half, lifted his foot and shot it!

"ah--"

Preston's bench immediately let out a painful howl. Grant actually kicked the ball away with such an opportunity that was so close!

Grant also looked at the ball flying towards the stands with incredible expressions - this was a shot close to the small penalty area! And there was no defense! In such an important game, such a good opportunity... was kicked away by himself!

Grant knew how hard Tiger worked now, and how difficult it was for Tiger to create opportunities this time. It was precisely because of this that he couldn't forgive himself even more!

Just as he was ashamed to dig a hole in the lawn and bury himself in, he felt someone pat his shoulder.

After he raised his head, he saw Tiger's face, which had a warm smile on it.

"There is no chance next time I have this next time, Thor."

Grant stared at Tiger in a daze, bit his lips hard before suppressing the sourness in his nose.

"Don't forget, we're going to win." Tiger continued.

"Yes, we want to win!" Grant nodded heavily.

After escaping again, Wimbledon launched an extremely fierce attack and was threatened by this team that was two levels lower than him in succession. Wimbledon's players were completely angered.

We are just having a bad situation in the league - did even the League Two teams think of putting themselves on their heads?

It's intolerable!

Wimbledon immediately launched a fierce attack under Jones' leadership!

Breakthrough on the wing!

Strong breakthrough in the middle!

Long shot outside the penalty area!

Grab points in the penalty area!

Wimbledon began to show their strength as a Premier League team, and for a full ten minutes, they didn't even let Preston pass the ball to their half!

However, under this rapid blow, although Preston's defense seemed to be shaking, it still withstands Wimbledon's attacks one after another!

Although Wimbledon seems to have to score a goal every time he attacks, Preston's defensive players still united in resisting Wimbledon's attack!

A team with faith can often create miracles!

Now in Preston, their belief is very simple - we must win!

Forget everything, forget the huge gap between the League Two and Premier League, forget the reputation of Wimbledon, now it is just a game, an eleven-player versus eleven-player game!

Everyone is the same player. Although your salary may be several times higher than ours, now on the court, those are useless!

If you want to win, you have to snatch it from us, and be careful, because we also want to snatch it from you!

This is the most primitive confrontation! It is also the most primitive competition! The twenty-two players on the court may be far apart, but at this time, they only have one identity, that is, the players!

The entire stadium was boiling like a stove, which was made of the high temperature burning by the players' blood, and it was a stove that allowed people to devote themselves to everything!

Even if it is just a moment of light and heat, it is eternal.
Chapter completed!