"The referee just blew the whistle to end the first half, and the 'hard' first half is finally over." Martin Taylor exhaled.

"Don't get me wrong, this 'hard' is not for Wolves or Blackburn, but for myself - the commentary of this first half is really tiring."

Lineker laughed: "Yes, Wolves' attack came like a tide, but without exception, no goal was scored."

"Every time Wolves attacked, it seemed like they were going to score a goal. I had to adjust my state and comment passionately, but after they scored the second goal, every threatening attack they made ended in failure."

"My emotions have been up and down, like a roller coaster."

Todd sighed and took a sip of beer. Martin Taylor's emotions were up and down, and in fact, the fans watching the game were also up and down.

As long as they scored one more goal, it basically meant that they could kill the game, but Wolves just couldn't score!

"It's almost there..." Todd murmured.

The eldest son was very patient, "Don't worry, we've been waiting for several years anyway, what's the difference between these 45 minutes?"

Todd was convinced, he nodded, and repeated his son's words - "It's not a difference between these 45 minutes, it's not a difference between these 45 minutes..."

The two sons looked at each other and felt that their father was indeed not right today, and he looked a little... too emotional.

Usually, their father would not show his negative emotions very obviously, at least not in front of them. Even when the team was defeated, Todd would not express his negative emotions in front of his family.

He usually burst out with 100% enthusiasm when he went to watch the game alone.

But today, in front of this crucial game, their father seemed to show a side that they were unfamiliar with, and they all knew that this was the more real side.

After all, before they were born, their father had already stood on the concrete stands of Molineux Stadium. His feelings for this team, this city, and football were all complicated.

"You guys, remember to cherish." Todd held up a beer can, not knowing what he remembered, and suddenly said.

The sons were a little puzzled.

"Nothing is eternal, even Molineux Stadium, there may be a day when it will be demolished and used for other purposes, and perhaps at some point, the team we cherish will no longer exist."

The eldest son laughed, "Dad, how did you become a philosopher? Why do you say such pessimistic things?"

Todd shook his head, "You don't know."

"I once stood in Wolverhampton and thought this was the whole world, but then I went to London and found that this was a small city."

"At that time, I watched Wolves playing in the first division, and I didn't feel cherishing at all, because I thought that this situation would not change, and the next game would still come."

"Until the day we were really relegated, I realized that playing in the first division was something worth cherishing."

"After Kenny Jackett came, I thought we really had a chance to rush up in one fell swoop. I thought Kenny Jackett was a big shot. Jackett is the man, and he will coach Wolves for 10 years.

"But he was still fired."

"Now Wei Le is here, he is very good, he is much better than Kenny Jackett, but I believe that he will leave one day."

When Todd said the word "leave", it was difficult to say. He didn't want to say it, but he knew that this day would come. He paused and realized that the atmosphere was a little too serious.

"Well, it's not a serious matter. Maybe I'm too sensitive recently." Todd laughed and concluded, "Children, what I want to say is not to live in fear and worry about gains and losses, but... cherish everything you see and gain."

Todd looked at the beer can in his hand that had been finished, and was about to take another can.

"It's two cans! Don't take any more!" The eldest son stretched out his hand to stop him. Todd was stunned for a moment, and then put down the beer can, "Okay, then two cans."

In the Wolves' locker room, Wei Le looked at the players and laughed and cried.

"You guys, ah!"

The players all lowered their heads in guilt, waiting for the storm from Wei Le, but in the end, they only sighed. Wei Le couldn't help laughing.

"Look at you, Jota, five meters away from the goal, I could have kicked it in, but you hit it away! How much do you resist scoring twice!"

"You're still laughing, Almiron, do you still have the energy to laugh now? LookI feel like you shot the ball to the goalkeeper with all your strength!"

The locker room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, especially for a few professional wasters who were not only unrepentant but also frivolous.

After scolding them one by one, Wei Le covered his face and smiled helplessly, "There is still the second half of the game, I hope at least there will be no more offensive constipation."

"Only 45 minutes to victory, don't you want the season's final game to end with a big win? ”

Wei Le made some tactical adjustments. He asked the right sideback Doherty to move forward more in this game, while the left sideback Godfrey and the other two central defenders stayed in the backcourt to form a three-back defensive formation to guard against the opponent's counterattack.

At the midfield level, by letting Almiron pull to the side and Bowen draw inward, combined with the other three midfielders to form a diamond midfield setting, further control the midfield.

For the forwards, Wei Le and Jota reached an agreement with Ziro that if Jota still couldn't get rid of the opponent's dense defense at 55 minutes, Wei Le would replace Ziro to break through the opponent's dense defense.

Han Yang put it next to the pillow 's phone vibrated, the screen lit up briefly for a few seconds, and then went out again.

There was a message, but Han Yang had fallen asleep, and now there was a slight snoring sound on his bed.

Wei Le's profile picture lit up and sent a picture.

[Wei Haha: I didn't forget the agreement, I'll take as many pictures of you as possible, you have to sleep well]

[Wei Haha: If you dare to stay awake now and wait for me to go back, I'll kill you]

[Wei Haha: [Picture]]

[Wei Haha: 2-0 in the midfield, stable]

The picture shows Jota's grinning face in the locker room.

"Welcome everyone back to Molineux Stadium, the second half of the game will start soon." Martin Taylor, who returned to the commentary position, turned on the microphone, and Lineker next to him took a sip of water and turned on the microphone.

"Yes, in the second half of the game, it seems that neither side made any substitutions. This time Blackburn Rovers kicked off first, and the players of both sides have returned to the court. ”

“Okay, the referee blows the whistle and the game continues!”

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