England's Greatest

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This idea, like weeds burned by fire, grew wildly in Bruce's mind. He suddenly felt that it was not just a fleeting thought but a feasible plan!

Turning to his assistant coach, he whispered urgently, "Do you think it's possible for us to buy Nugent?"

The assistant coach was taken aback, blinking in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Of course! I'm tired of this no-goal nonsense! If our strikers continue like this next season, there's no way we'll stay in the Premier League!"

Hull City's offensive strategies this season had been painfully limited and predictable, with many goals coming from set pieces. The total number of goals scored by the four forwards was less than 15!

Seeing the seriousness in Bruce's expression, the assistant coach quickly opened the player files on his laptop. "Let's see, Nugent is 29 years old, 1.8 meters tall, weighs... This season, he's scored 18 goals in the league and 4 in the FA cup."

As he listened to the scouting report, Bruce's gaze followed Nugent, who was running and pressing on the field. With each passing moment, Bruce found himself liking Nugent more and more.

"He's highly motivated," Bruce noted. "If we use him as a fulcrum in the frontcourt and pair him with a fast forward, we could create a potent combination."

He paused, frowning slightly. "But I'm not sure if he would want to come here."

The assistant coach glanced at the data report and replied, "I think there's room for manipulation."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked, intrigued.

"Since that No. 22 kid became a starter, Leicester's formation has shifted from 4-4-2 to 4-2-3-1. Nugent has been forced to play as a left winger, which has reduced his playing time compared to the first half of the season. If we can promise him starting center minutes and a pay raise, I believe he'd be eager to join us."

With that revelation, Bruce's face brightened. "If there are no issues with the player himself, then what's holding us back?"

His excitement grew as he imagined Nugent wearing Hull City's orange jersey, conquering the pitch for the Tigers.

Just as Hull City's coach was mulling over the potential acquisition of Leicester City's second-top scorer, the atmosphere on the pitch was tense, reflecting the stalemate that had developed.

"What a match we have on our hands!" the commentator exclaimed. "Leicester City is firmly in control, but Hull City's defense is holding strong!"

Despite Hull City's forwards proving unreliable, their defense was resolute. Leicester City dominated possession with nearly 70% of the ball and double the number of passes, yet Hull City's defensive organization stifled their attacks. As Leicester approached the halfway line, their players exchanged quick passes, trying to create openings.

"Leicester is trying to slice through Hull's defenses, but it's like hitting a brick wall!" the commentator noted as Hull's defenders shifted seamlessly to close down space.

In the midst of this, Tristan felt the pressure of Hull City's relentless midfielders who seemed to hone in on him. Whenever he received the ball, two Hull midfielders converged from either side, cutting off his options. "I need to find a way to break their lines," he thought, frustration mounting as he was constantly forced to retreat or pass backward.

The crowd's reaction echoed his feelings. Hull City's fans roared with every successful tackle, their chants growing louder as they sensed their team's resilience. "Come on, City!" they shouted, rallying their players. On the other side, Leicester's supporters were getting restless, their anticipation building as they yearned for another goal.

"Oh, they're really piling on the pressure now!" the commentator observed. "But Hull City's defense is still standing firm. This is what they need to do to stay in the game!"

As Hull City pressed forward, they earned a corner kick. The ball soared into the box, but Leicester's Nugent leaped high, meeting it with a powerful header that cleared the danger. "Yes! Get it out!" Tristan thought, relieved to see Nugent's defensive prowess.

"What a clearance! Nugent's doing it all tonight!" the commentator exclaimed, highlighting the striker's dual impact on both ends of the pitch. The Hull City bench was visibly frustrated, with coach Bruce shaking his head in disbelief.

With Hull's attack stalling, Bruce's frustration turned to urgency. "We need to change things up, boys!" he shouted from the sidelines, his voice piercing through the noise of the crowd. The Hull fans responded with determined cheers, hoping their team would find a spark.

Back on the field, Leicester struggled to find a rhythm as Hull resorted to a series of tactical fouls, disrupting their flow. As Tristan took a moment to assess his options, he felt a sharp tug on his jersey from one of Hull's midfielders. "They're not playing fair," he thought, gritting his teeth. Despite the rough play, he remained calm and collected, signaling to his teammates to hold their positions.

"Leicester is feeling the pressure! Tristan needs to find a way to get them moving!" the commentator urged as Hull's players continued to press.

Tristan raised his hand, signaling for his teammates to remain steady. "We've got this. Just hold on," he thought, trying to instill confidence in his squad. The crowd reacted with a mix of anxiety and hope, knowing the significance of the match.

As the first half ticked down, the referee blew the whistle for half-time.

"What a first half! Leicester City leads Hull City 1-0 thanks to David Nugent's header!" the commentator concluded, as the players trudged off the pitch.

In the stands, Leicester fans erupted with cheers, but there was an undercurrent of caution in their voices. "Just one goal! Keep it together!" they chanted, aware that Hull City could still strike back. Meanwhile, Hull City supporters remained hopeful, urging their team to find a breakthrough in the second half.

Back in the locker room, Bruce's voice cut through the chatter, highlighting his mix of frustration and determination. Meanwhile, in the Leicester locker room, Pearson reminded his players, "Remember, a one-goal lead is never safe. We need to stay focused!"

As the players prepared for the second half, Tristan's mind raced with strategies, determined to secure the victory and bolster his team's morale. "Let's keep pressing. We can finish this," he thought, steeling himself for the battle ahead.

The fifteen-minute break vanished in a flash, and as the two sides returned to the pitch, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. Hull City, determined to seize momentum, launched an immediate attack right from the kickoff.

"What a turnaround we're witnessing!" the commentator exclaimed. "Hull City isn't wasting any time—they're pressing hard!"

Hull City's forward, Stephen Quinn, demonstrated his agility by retreating to receive the ball, then executing a precise diagonal pass behind Leicester City's right-back, De Wright. Hull's left-back, Muhammadi, charged forward with pace as he crossed the halfway line. De Wright, aware of the threat, quickly turned to chase after him.

"Look at the speed from Muhammadi! Can De Wright keep up?" the commentator noted, as the tension mounted on the field.

As the ball approached the end line, De Wright sprinted to intercept it, hoping to shield it from going out. "I've got this," he thought, positioning himself to block Muhammadi. But to his surprise, Muhammadi flicked the ball expertly through De Wright's legs, maintaining possession before the ball could roll out.

The referee signaled a corner kick, and De Wright was left in shock, throwing his hands up in disbelief. "No way! He touched it last!" he protested, but the referee remained firm.

"The referee's decision stands, and Hull City will capitalize on this set piece!" the commentator remarked, as Leicester's players quickly organized themselves in the box.

Hull City's set pieces had proven to be a vital scoring method this season, and with Bruce's commanding presence on the sidelines, the three central defenders surged into Leicester's penalty area, ready to challenge.

Tristan, returning to the penalty area alongside Captain Morgan, felt the urgency in the air. "This is it. We can't let them score here," he thought, preparing himself for the impending challenge. As the pushing and shoving intensified in the box, Hull City executed a clever short corner.

Muhammadi passed the ball to Quinn, who expertly assessed the situation before sending a cross into the crowded penalty area.

"What a smart move by Hull! They're creating space!" the commentator shouted, his voice filled with excitement.

Central defender Chester utilized a well-timed pick-and-roll maneuver to shake off Morgan, propelling himself upward just as the ball arrived. With a powerful leap, he connected with a solid header that directed the ball towards the goal.

Schmeichel reacted instinctively, raising his hands to intercept the shot. The crowd held its breath as the ball ricocheted off his gloves, bouncing awkwardly away. Before anyone could react, an orange-clad figure rushed forward—Hull City's Bruce—and slammed the ball into the net from close range.

"It's a goal! Hull City has equalized!" the commentator erupted, as the crowd erupted into jubilant cheers.

The Hull City supporters, decked out in orange jerseys, leaped from their seats, celebrating wildly. "What a comeback!" they shouted, their chants echoing through Wembley Stadium.

The Leicester City players were stunned, exchanging glances filled with confusion and frustration. "We didn't expect them to score so quickly," they thought collectively, realizing their lead had evaporated.

On the pitch, Schmeichel knelt in disbelief, slapping the grass in frustration. "Damn it! How did I let that slip?" he muttered, visibly upset with himself.

But amidst the disarray, Tristan stood firm. Gathering his resolve, he walked purposefully toward the goal, picking the ball from the net. "We can't dwell on this. We have to respond," he thought, his mind racing with determination.

As he made his way back, he clapped Schmeichel on the shoulder, offering silent support before turning to his teammates. "Guys, the second half has just begun!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the tension. "Let's not let this setback define us—let's score another!"

Captain Morgan joined in, rallying the players around him. "Tristan is right! Let's lift our heads and get back in this game!" His voice ignited a spark among the squad, and they began to regroup mentally.

Tristan felt a renewed sense of energy among his teammates. The crowd's reaction shifted slightly, with Leicester City fans encouraging their side, their voices a mix of hope and urgency.

" Leicester!" they chanted, as the players prepared for the restart.

With the atmosphere crackling with tension and anticipation, Tristan led the charge back to the center circle, ready to reclaim their dominance in the game.

In the 50th minute of the game, both sides returned to the same starting line. Hull City, now invigorated by their equalizer, pressed forward with relentless energy. The "Tigers" surged across the half, like a tiger descending from a mountain, constantly probing Leicester City's defense through the wings.

The crowd roared, "Come on, Hull!" as the Tigers mounted their attacks, but Leicester City's two central defenders were resolute, clearing nearly every high ball sent into the penalty area. Yet, under the continuous pressure, the Foxes' defense began to show signs of strain.

In the stands, Leicester City fans shifted anxiously, their voices rising with worry.

They feared Hull City might capitalize on the momentum and score again.

In this moment of uncertainty, Leicester City needed a stabilizing presence, someone to lift the team's spirits. That someone was Tristan, the young star regarded as the core and future of the team by head coach Pearson and the entire club.

As the clock ticked toward the 65th minute, Hull City was awarded another corner kick. The tension mounted as the three central defenders surged into Leicester's penalty area, clearly intending to recreate their earlier success. The Blue Fox players, aware of the stakes, called out to each other, tightening their marking.

Hull City took the corner kick directly this time. Moore, displaying his impressive jumping ability, leapt up and headed the ball away. The crowd gasped, eyes tracking the ball as it soared to the edge of the penalty area—right to Tristan in his blue jersey!

"Don't let him get the ball!" shouted the Hull City fans, their anxiety palpable as Livermore charged toward Tristan. He knew all too well that if Tristan got the ball, Leicester would quickly transition into a counterattack.

Tristan felt Livermore's heavy breathing just behind him but kept his focus on the falling ball. His high Volley attribute of 97 allowed him to perfectly judge its trajectory. Just as Livermore was about to close the gap, Tristan executed a stunning drag-back, letting the ball drop to his knees, lifting his right foot, and skillfully scooping the ball up and over his head.

"An incredible drag-back from Tristan!" the commentator exclaimed, echoing the crowd's admiration as Tristan elegantly spun away from Livermore, who had been caught off guard. The moment was electric; the crowd erupted, as Tristan glided past his opponent, his explosive power kicking in as he turned gracefully.

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[Omg you guys have no idea how long it took me to find the correct names for the moves the mc was using, in the chinese novel, it's some bullshit name like what the fuck are you talking about, shit give me brain damage, actually brain damage, not even chatgpt knew what the fuck the chinese author was talking about.]