Is Warnock angry with Crystal Palace's performance in the first half?! A little bit, but not so angry. After all, this is a friendly match, and winning or losing is not that important. He is mainly angry because of the team's offense.

There is no sign of improvement at all this season, and this is not the case.

The members of the coaching staff really don't know how to do it. They have thought of many ways, but the players are basically made up like this. The so-called clever woman cannot make a meal without rice.

The two teams returned to the game, and Crystal Palace still had the absolute advantage. Warnock also deliberately asked the midfielders to step in to increase the number of people grabbing points in the Croydon penalty area.

Wen Sheng said that he was a little worried, but not too worried. Crystal Palace's offense was too monotonous. It was always cross after cross and then cross again. There was no other way. Of course, Wen Sheng could understand that Crystal Palace players were relatively less skilled.

It is relatively rough, the coordination in a small area is not very good, there are many mistakes, and the method of tearing apart the defense line is really not effective.

Warnock stood on the sidelines and had nothing to do. Irish forward Alan Lee was on the field in the first half. At this time, he was obviously physically exhausted and his effectiveness was declining. The other forward, Alassane Ndiaye, was also a young boy. He was not as good as

Moses works well.

This friendly match was not very good to watch, it could even be said to be ugly. Croydon kept holding on and Crystal Palace struggled to score. However, the fans in the stands were still very considerate and occasionally shouted, but that was all.

mocking Croydon.

"They are like turtles! Their necks have been retracted into their shells!"

"Damn, Croydon put about eight people on the penalty area line! Are they playing football?!"

"Damn Daniel! He's a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!"

Croydon is a big place but not a small one. Wen Sheng was born, raised and went to school here since he was a child. There are also some of his middle school classmates in the stands. The neighbors are watching the game, and everyone calls Wen Sheng shameless.

As for Wen Sheng, he was standing on the sidelines and concentrating. He could not hear the curses. He was carefully observing the situation on the court.

Even though they can make unlimited substitutions, both sides are a little tired. The game lasted for about 70 minutes, and it felt like both sides were not in high spirits. The Croydon players were better, mainly because of their physical fitness.

If I can't win, I still hold my breath and can't lose.

The Crystal Palace players are different. Some want to use force, and some don't want to use force. For a friendly match, that's about right. If you haven't scored a goal after attacking for so long, forget it!

In this way, the Crystal Palace actually transformed into a transmission control flow, which really made Wen Sheng feel funny.

In the 72nd minute, Croydon finally got the chance they had been dreaming of. A long ball from the backcourt was kicked to the wing of the Crystal Palace backcourt. Traore finally had an idea and actually passed Fonte lightly.

To be honest, he was always at the bottom of the competition with Fonte in the second half, and several such passes were easily resolved by Fonte.

This is his first success, but Fonte is the last line of defense. It is self-evident what Traore's success means.

"Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Damn it, pass the ball!" Wen Sheng stood on the sidelines so anxious, wishing he could have replaced Traore last time. Traore's dribbling ability is not good, and his passing skills are not good, he is really afraid

Traore missed the opportunity.

Traore passed Fonte and headed towards the Crystal Palace penalty area from the left. Traore was very fast, but Fonte gave up a little and his pace was unsteady. Another central defender, Johannes Ertl, was tall and quickly ran over to make up for it.

Bit.

Traore was a little panicked when he saw Etl, and almost got mixed up with his feet. However, he still passed the ball. The force was a bit strong, and it was still a half-high ball. Fortunately, the other forward Winkel who was partnering with him had no one.

He defended, stopped the ball and hit the goal in one go, breaking through Speroni's goal.

"Oh! Fak!" Wen Sheng couldn't help but jumped up on the sidelines. Behind him, Wien and the other players as well as the substitute players also bounced up on their seats.

"handsome!"

"It's so handsome!"

The Croydon players went crazy and almost all ran to the Crystal Palace half-field to celebrate this hard-earned goal.

Wen Sheng clenched his fist and waved it vigorously.

Damn it, today is probably my lucky day, I finally scored!

Wen Sheng knew very well what kind of players the team had. They were pretty good at setting up a fence. As for scoring goals, he didn't have much hope.

Warnock shook his head without complaining or accusing.

The responsibility lies with everyone. Fonte has the biggest problem, but Fonte is the one who wants to leave. Southampton is very interested in him. Crystal Palace has no reason not to let him go. He slacked off in friendly matches. What can Warnock say?!

The Crystal Palace fans in the stands began to curse the team again, and the one who cursed the most was Simon Jordan. Rumors of Crystal Palace's financial problems had spread. Everyone almost knew that Simon Jordan didn't want to invest anymore, and Crystal Palace's life was difficult.

When the kickoff resumed, Crystal Palace seemed to be more serious, but Wen Sheng always felt that they still didn't try their best. They just turned the pass and control into a direct British-style hard-hitting, but this has proven that the effect is not very good.

"It will be difficult for Crystal Palace next season!" Wen Sheng said to his uncle Wayne.

"Yes, Simon Jordan wants to sell the club, but no one is interested now!" Wayne also shook his head. If a team wants to achieve good results on the court, a stable management and a good financial situation are prerequisites.

For a team with a low salary to win the championship, it is simply a dream, even if the gods come, there will be no solution.

The league hasn't even started yet, and Crystal Palace's military morale is low. It will be very difficult to avoid relegation next season.

"So we are a bit weak today!" Wen Sheng joked.

"Fart! No matter how bad they are, they are many times better than us! Daniel, you are really a genius! A genius in the coaching world! To be honest, you surprised me!" Wayne was telling the truth, and he didn't expect it.

My nephew is actually so good at it, and his tactical response is very appropriate. Today Croydon can defend like this on the court without allowing Crystal Palace to score. Whether it is luck or anything else, Wen Sheng is the biggest contributor.

"Uncle, I would be proud of you for praising me so much!" Wen Sheng blinked.

"Go away! You'd better think about how to get on the line with Warnock later!" Wayne kicked Wen Sheng.

Wen Shengxin said that this was not easy. He would just invite Warnock for a drink later to rub some salt into his wounds.

The game soon came to the end, and the referee blew the final whistle.

Croydon's players celebrated this victory with emotion, which is worthy of celebration, considering that they faced a team in the Championship, the second-tier team in England.

All Crystal Palace players left the stadium with expressionless faces.

Wen Sheng did not join the celebrations of the Croydon players, but he had more important tasks.

After the game whistle ended, Wen Sheng and Smith said hello and congratulated each other, and then quickly walked to the home team's coaching bench.

"How's it going?! Boy, let me buy you a drink! You performed very well today!" Before Wen Sheng could send out the invitation, Warnock took the lead.

"It's my honor, Mr. Warnock!" Wen Sheng said with a smile, "And to tell you the truth, I have many questions to ask you!"

"Haha, don't talk about work when drinking!" Mick Jones joked next to him.

We all agreed to meet in a bar in Selhurst later and then dispersed.

Back in Croydon, everyone was still in a state of excitement. Seeing Wen Sheng, everyone praised him again.

"Gentlemen, let me tell you, you should thank yourselves more for this game!" You must be more reserved at this time.

"Winner, don't be humble! Without your arrangement, how could we win?! So you have to take half of the credit!" Hawking smiled brightly.

"Also, Danny's name is very good, win, and it really brought us victory!" someone added.

"Whoever hires Danny as the head coach will have a big advantage first!"

Everyone laughed even more happily.

Wen Sheng couldn't laugh or cry. Our last name is also spelled wen, with one letter missing in the middle.

"Everyone, thank you very much for your recognition! Well, this victory belongs to all of us! I want to say that all of us did a great job! So I will fulfill my promise now, let's have a drink together tonight!" Wen Sheng invited everyone.

"Oh oh oh!"
Chapter completed!