Just as Lynn had expected, the day after Swansea's defeat at Brisbane Road, the local Welsh football dia launched a barrage of criticism against him.
David Livingstone's long-suppressed arrogance finally surged again. In his match report and analysis, he attacked Lynn's policies without restraint.
"Swansea's opening league victory was nothing more than a fortunate win, a brief flash in the pan. Their stoppage-ti progress in the League Cup also contained a large elent of luck. But the 3-0 thrashing at the hands of Leyton Orient revealed Swansea's true level!
"Luck will not always favor the Swans. When a misguided team-building policy is combined with a terrible manager, Swansea's nightmare has truly begun!"
Lewis Russell of Golden Radio also tore into Lynn on his program, claiming with absolute certainty that Lynn's arrival at Swansea was a huge mistake.
However, William Randall, the host of Voice of Swansea, firmly supported Lynn, saying that it was common for a team to suffer a setback after two consecutive wins.
There was no such thing as a team that never lost. As long as Swansea calmly made adjustnts now, they would be able to overco their difficulties and get back on the right track.
But Lynn did not have much ti.
A Division Three season consisted of forty-six regular league matches, which ant that teams often had to play twice in one week.
The third round of Division Three fixtures would be held in midweek, only four days after the previous match!
Back at ho, Swansea would face one of their strongest promotion rivals:
Brighton.
Among the teams most favored by outsiders to win promotion this season, two stood out as major favorites.
Brighton and Cardiff City.
Behind them were clubs like Barnet, Leyton Orient, Blackpool, Hull City, and Chesterfield.
After training ended the day before the match, Lynn was surrounded by reporters outside the training ground.
They wanted to know what kind of state Swansea were in as a powerful opponent approached.
Lynn originally had no intention of paying attention to the reporters, but David Livingstone shouted from within the crowd.
"Have you turned into a coward hiding in your shell after coming back from London?"
Lynn lowered the car window and said to the reporters outside, "All right. Ask whatever you want, but be quick. Sa rules as always. I'll answer only three questions. Livingstone, you're first."
To the reporters' surprise, Lynn actually gave Livingstone the chance to ask a question.
Livingstone looked into the car and asked, "Do Swansea have confidence that they can beat Brighton at ho?"
The corner of Lynn's mouth rose slightly. He said flatly, "That's a pointless question. Of course we have confidence. Second question. Carter."
Livingstone was not discouraged. Instead, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
Carter asked, "With such a packed schedule, can Swansea cope?"
"We will make adjustnts according to the team's condition and the fixture list. Fighting on multiple fronts is difficult. That's a problem faced all over the world. Even giants get overwheld by it, so there's nothing strange about it happening to us. That gentleman over there, you're the last one."
Lynn looked toward William Randall, the reporter from Voice of Swansea.
Randall smiled brightly and asked, "I only want to know what you would say to Micky Adams. After Brighton rejected your job application, Adams once told The Sun that your fantasy of becoming a coach at an English club was the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen."
Lynn's expression remained indifferent.
"I have nothing to say to him. But you can tell him this: Micky Adams can go ho and eat shit. Brighton are definitely losing tomorrow. Not even God can save them.
"I, Lynn, said so!"
The mont his voice fell, the car window rose.
Lynn drove his Bentley away from the club's training base.
The reporters left behind stood there in a daze.
For a mont, none of them recovered from the shock.
Whether they supported Lynn or opposed him, every reporter there had been stunned by his outrageous words.
He really would not stop until his words shocked people to death!
Raleigh suspected that he had misheard.
He turned toward the beautiful and sexy Cath Carter and asked, "What did Lynn just say?"
Before Carter could answer, David Livingstone let out a whistle and said playfully, "He said Brighton are definitely losing, and not even God can save them! Lynn really is a strange one. He's only just co back from a miserable defeat in London, yet he still dares to talk big. Heh. But that's good too. He really is sick in the head."
William Randall chuckled beside them. "What a strange world. You're clearly making a living off him, yet you still call him a lunatic. Ha, this society really is diseased."
Randall's words were clearly aid at David Livingstone.
From the mont Livingstone decided to stand against Lynn, his position had beco extrely awkward. If he turned around and supported Swansea's camp, people would curse him behind his back as a fence-sitter.
But if he wanted to continue using Swansea as material for his attacks, he had to rely on Lynn making mistakes.
Lynn's latest wild statent once again gave the reporters exactly what they wanted.
They did not even have to wait until the next day.
That very evening, when BBC Wales aired its preview of the Division Three fixtures, the material Carter provided made the program host unusually excited.
On BBC Wales's match preview program, the host vividly imitated Lynn's words.
On the large screen behind him was a black swan and a white seagull, with two English letters between them:
VS
Brighton's nickna was, of course, the Seagulls.
The host pointed at the cara with a serious expression and said, "Micky Adams, you can go eat shit! Brighton are definitely losing tomorrow. Not even God can save you. I, Lynn, said so! Hehehe. The remarks above were made by Swansea owner and manager Lynn during an interview outside Swansea Football Club with our reporter, Cath Carter. I believe tomorrow's match between Swansea and Brighton will certainly be exciting and intense!"
By contrast, David Livingstone's column the next day criticizing Lynn's arrogance did not gain much support from the fans.
Most fans lost interest in buying the paper after only reading the headline.
No matter how Lynn behaved, the season had only just begun.
If the dia seized on one Swansea defeat and attacked him fiercely, Swansea supporters naturally would not accept it.
On the contrary, the strength and arrogance Lynn displayed made the fans proud.
It was as if they could all feel that unyielding, wild aura from Lynn stirring the surface of everyone's hearts.
...
The waves of Swansea Bay symbolized his ambition, rolling forward until they ford raging storms upon the Irish Sea!
Brighton arrived in force after winning their first two league matches.
Before the match, in the dressing room, Ibrahimović asked Lynn curiously, "Boss, did you really say that to the reporters?"
Lynn frowned. "I've said a lot of things to reporters. What exactly are you asking about?"
Everyone looked at Lynn curiously.
Ibrahimović said, "You said Brighton are definitely losing today, and not even God can save them?"
Lynn nodded. "Mm. I also told their manager to go eat shit."
The mont Ibrahimović heard Lynn's answer, his eyes lit up. He burst into laughter and said, "He definitely won't go eat shit, but they are definitely losing today!"
At the very least, Ibrahimović greatly admired Lynn's arrogance.
That was what a real man should be!
As for the match arrangents, Lynn had already laid everything out during yesterday afternoon's pre-match eting. Before the ga, he emphasized that the players had to follow the tactical plan, then gave them a few words of encouragent.
He was the first to leave the dressing room.
The team was young and needed more encouragent, not excessive pressure.
He did not want to make the players tense before every match, especially after Swansea had just lost the previous ga.
Lynn walked out of the tunnel and into the Liberty Stadium.
He heard cheers crashing down like mountains and seas.
On the South Stand directly opposite the players' tunnel, a supporters' group had unfurled a banner.
Brighton, you're definitely losing today! Not even God can save you! Lynn said so!
Lynn did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he could feel that the fans' passion today was especially intense.
As for the away technical area, Micky Adams stood there with a face ashen with anger.
He glanced at Lynn, clearly suppressing his fury. Behind him in the stands, several fanatical Swansea supporters were roaring at him.
"Adams, why haven't you gone to eat shit yet?"
Lynn rely shrugged at him, wearing an expression of disdain.
When English football treated Lynn with humiliation, Lynn had no intention of shalessly talking about etiquette.
He would return every insult to them.
One by one!
But Lynn also understood very clearly that if he could not win this match, then he would instead beco a laughingstock in English football.
He would beco, in the eyes of the outside world, nothing more than a reckless brat who only knew how to run his mouth.
Considering the attention Swansea were now attracting, as well as the controversy surrounding the team, ITV Wales had specially arranged to broadcast Swansea's match live.
Although David Livingstone of ITV Wales disliked Lynn, that did not an every ITV Wales staff mber disliked him.
Today's comntator, Roy Wood, liked Swansea very much.
He was not taking Lynn's side deliberately.
He simply liked the youth storm now sweeping through Swansea!
He wanted to see how this young team, dismissed by many critics as destined to achieve nothing, would perform on the pitch.
When both teams walked onto the field, Lynn's expression beca serious.
For this match, he had made new arrangents for the team's tactical approach.
He hoped the players would follow the coaching staff's instructions and play the ga well.
He did not dare say they could definitely win, but if they perford the way they had four days earlier in London, then even at ho, things would likely go badly.
Brighton manager Micky Adams was nearly forty.
He had not yet reached the age where he could calmly endure humiliation from others.
He looked over Swansea's young starting lineup, and his heart hardened.
Let's see what you have to say when the match is over!
Brighton's starting lineup had an average age of around twenty-seven.
They were a mature team.
Most of the players in the squad had served the club for more than five years.
Precisely because of that, once their lineup had taken shape, their performances beca extrely stable.
It was only natural that outsiders saw them as one of the biggest favorites for promotion.
But Swansea's players truly were newborn calves unafraid of tigers.
They did not care at all about the age gap between themselves and their opponents!
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