The poor Norwich players dejectedly entered the player tunnel amidst the angry curses of the fans.

At halftime, many fans had already left early.

They were heartbroken and didn't want to watch any longer.

The fans in front of the TV were silent.

In the locker room, Farke looked at his players.

At the start of the season, they were ambitious, hoping to break into the top league again.

But after fourteen games, that spirit was gone.

Originally, they had a defense they could rely on to survive.

But now, with the opponent's large-scale offensive, the defenders had lost confidence.

"Cheer up! We won't lose, and even if we do, we'll let the fans see hope, let everyone who cares about us know that we never give up!"

The players looked up at their coach, trying to muster some spirit, but it was difficult.

"Eripp, you're still young and haven't fully adapted to the Championship games, it's not your fault, understand?" Farke looked at the completely depressed academy forward and encouraged him loudly.

Ospina's eyes were blank. Whether it was speed or ball control skills, their two forwards were far behind the opponent's defenders.

Even their biggest advantage, height and physical confrontation, was not an advantage at all.

The opponent's defenders easily locked down both of them.

Farke clapped his hands non-stop, "We haven't lost yet! Haven't lost! Give yourselves another half, I need you to be fully focused for these forty-five minutes! Wright, use your strengths, pass the ball, tear through their defense!"

Wright frowned. He had already performed very well, and several passes had gotten past the defense, but his forwards…

"Strengthen the attack, their defenders can rush up, our defenders can rush up too!" Farke roared fiercely.

"Wright, someone will catch your ball!"

Wright blinked, looking at Zhao Gang. He didn't have much confidence in Zhao Gang. Training and competition were too different.

He hadn't even made his debut in the Championship yet.

Farke came to Zhao Gang, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do you remember what I said to you first?"

"You only have one goal, to score. I don't need you to defend, I don't need you to retreat to get the ball, just find the right opportunity and keep shooting. The midfield will give you strong support!" Zhao Gang recalled what Farke had said during the trial.

"That's right! You only have one task, can you do it, Zhao!"

"I will kick that damn ball into the opponent's goal!" Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and nodded emphatically.

Wright looked at Zhao Gang, who was young but exceptionally mature and determined, and a huge wave of courage suddenly surged in his heart.

Yes, he will definitely be able to kick the damn ball into the opponent's goal!

"Go, kids, take them down!!" Farke roared. Encouraged by him, the players finally had fighting spirit.

Led by Wright, the players burst out with huge shouts, "Take them down! Take them down!"

Zhao Gang's breathing was a little rapid. He had never felt such a united atmosphere before!

Looking at the players with flushed faces, Zhao Gang shouted along with them.

Take them down!

The second half began. Rod said in the commentary, "Norwich made a substitution first, replacing Eripp, who performed poorly in the first half, with number 10… Zhao…

Zhao?"

Zhao Gang's ability to enter the roster had already shocked and disappointed the commentators and fans.

Now, he was actually making a substitute appearance?

Such an important substitution spot was used at the start of the second half.

And it was given to an 18-year-old Dragon Country forward, the player who even had trouble with the slalom?

Rod suppressed his emotions and conscientiously introduced, "Zhao Gang, a forward from Dragon Country, is only eighteen years old. In the Dragon Country football league, where 23-year-olds are still called youngsters, Zhao's age can only be considered a toddler?

We don't have his appearance record, we only know that he spent less than half a year in the Manchester United youth training camp. This substitution is indeed a bit incomprehensible."

Even Rod, who had always been neutral in his commentary, was somewhat dissatisfied with Farke's substitution.

"Waste is waste, Farke has completely degenerated into an eighteenth-rate coach. Is he trying to tell everyone that the loss is because the team has no forwards available?

Or did he take money from this Zhao?" Brooke did not hesitate to directly criticize.

"Even worse than my grandma on the field!" Brooke made no secret of his contempt for Zhao Gang.

Dragon Country, eighteen years old, this is a player who can play in the Championship?

The scene erupted with even more intense dissatisfaction.

"What is he doing? Has Farke gone crazy?"

"I thought losing so shamefully was already a failure, but I didn't expect there to be an even more failed substitution!"

"Norwich doesn't need waste, get out!"

"Get out!"

The Sheffield United players looked at Zhao Gang who came on the field, and listened to the fans' roar. They also didn't understand how Farke, the champion coach who led the team to win the FA Cup and eliminated Premier League teams Everton and Chelsea, could do such a strange thing?

Beep!

The second half of the game began.

Zhao Gang ran to the opponent's half. Stets went over, always giving special attention to the opponent's center forward.

"Kid, don't pee your pants in a while, go home and find your mom if you can't do it!"

Zhao Gang ignored him.

And ran to the side.

Stets was stunned for a moment, not like a novice?

Could it be that he doesn't understand English? That's the only explanation, otherwise why wouldn't he have any expression?

Sheffield United did not pay enough attention to Zhao Gang's appearance.

They directly regarded it as a joke.

Wright received the ball, thinking that Zhao Gang needed to familiarize himself with the rhythm on the field, and passed the ball directly along the ground. Zhao Gang stopped the ball at his feet.

His ball control skills were a little lacking, but that was compared to professionals.

This kind of ordinary ball control was still easy to do.

The opponent's midfielder made a quick steal, and Zhao Gang was dispossessed before he could react.

This rhythm was indeed much faster than in training games!

"Boo…"

A huge boo erupted from the north stand.

As the legend said, he was useless and couldn't even hold the ball!

Sheffield United quickly launched a counterattack.

"This Zhao didn't return to defense, he seems to be stunned…" Rod looked at Zhao Gang, even worse than Eripp.

Although Eripp couldn't score goals, he at least knew how to return to defense. Zhao Gang didn't even have the idea of returning to defense!

If his level was not good, he could train, but this was a matter of attitude!

"Farke definitely took money! This garbage!" Brooke gritted his teeth hatefully.

Sheffield United quickly counterattacked, but they found that the players who had been blown away in the first half were full of fighting spirit!

"The players are in good spirits!"

"With such a rat turd, soon everyone will stop trying to defend. Farke not only took money, but also took a large sum of money that was enough for him to retire and live well! He no longer cares about the team's results!"

The revitalized defenders quickly intercepted the ball and handed it directly to Phillip.

Phillip dribbled the ball forward, attracting the defense, and quickly passed the ball to Wright just past the center line.

Two Sheffield United midfielders directly pressed forward.

Wright looked at Zhao Gang in front of him, no one was defending.

He passed the ball directly, and the ball reached Zhao Gang's feet.

While he quickly moved forward, preparing for a typical two-on-two.

Zhao Gang's passing was terrible, but this kind of simple passing coordination could still be done.

Zhao Gang stood there, receiving boos as soon as he touched the ball.

It was like being at an away game.

And Wright's tactic was directly seen through by the opponent.

The two midfielders who were double-teaming did not rush towards Zhao Gang, but directly followed Wright closely.

Zhao Gang blinked, watching the Sheffield United midfielders rushing towards Wright, and Phillip was also guarded.

There was no one within five meters of him.

The ball came towards him, and he ran two steps forward along the ball's path.

"I heard that his passing and dribbling are extremely poor, and he can't even play this kind of two-on-two cooperation, right? There are no defenders around him…" Rod hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.

A Sheffield United defender had already started to approach Zhao Gang, preparing to intercept the ball.

And the other defenders were ready to counterattack.

"Fucking c*nt, what is he doing, he's swinging his leg to exert force, this idiot is going to shoot, he's going to shoot from forty meters away, the c*nt who can't even stop the ball properly, he's going to shoot!" Half of Brooke's commentary was swear words.

He could see at a glance that Zhao Gang's swing was not a pass at all.

This was to return the ball to the opponent, a mole!

The fans booed loudly.

The defender who came up to press had already stopped.

He was going crazy!

Inside the entire penalty area, there was only the Sheffield United goalkeeper. He stood there with his hands on his hips, watching the football pass over his head.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong and hurriedly turned around.

"You big dumb*, hurry up and die, hurry up and get out…!" The fans in the north stand were red-faced and thick-necked, watching the football flying into the air, cursing like crazy.

Instantly!

He directly knelt on the ground, "Daddy!"

"Motherf**…" Brooke cursed wildly, angrily standing up and constantly捶 (chuí, pounding) the table. What the hell was this, shooting from forty meters away without any adjustment?

At the last moment, his tone suddenly changed, from anger and helplessness to incomprehension and shock, all in one go, "God, mygodness!"

"Mygod!" Rod jumped up directly, "Goal! Goal…"

The ball went in!

The goalkeeper relaxed his vigilance, stood forward, and there were no defenders pressing close at the first time, allowing Zhao Gang to kick at will.

The ball went straight in!

1:2!

Norwich directly pulled back a goal without entering the danger zone!

The boos instantly turned into cheers!

Zhao Gang raised his hands to face the fans, and all the players rushed towards Zhao Gang madly.

The big screen on the scene kept replaying this wonderful goal.

Originally, he planned to play a small coordination, but before the ball reached Zhao Gang's feet, he was already preparing to lift his leg to exert force.

With an amazing arc, the ball directly passed over everyone and entered the net!

Only the goalkeeper who fell to the ground kept regretting and pounding the ground!

"Zhao, this kick wasn't a fluke, he was already preparing to kick during the ball's movement, without any hesitation, without any adjustment, directly shooting and lobbing!" Rod looked at the replay, in disbelief.

He originally thought it was a brainless act of returning the ball, but he didn't expect it to be Zhao Gang's intentional shot!

The assistant coaches on the sidelines hugged each other, pounding the ground like crazy.

Farke kept roaring, he did it, he did it!

That's right, send the damn ball into the opponent's goal!

Claude, he doesn't need two games, he only needs five minutes to prove himself!