Godfather Of Champions

Dunn didn't know what Arsenal was talking about. He only glanced and found that Wenger did not replace Brady in exercising the command of the coach, but stood aside with his chest and looked at the young players of the Arsenal youth team. We gathered around to listen to Brady's speech. So he also turned his attention back.

"I think... I don't need to say anything anymore, right? You all know what I like?"

"Victory!" Mogan shouted in a low voice, and his teammates immediately agreed.

"Very good! Arsenal are not weak, but we are also strong. During this time it rains every day, and I did not ask you to go indoor training. When you are rained into falling dogs, you have to roll in the mud, embarrassed, When the misery is unspeakable and you can only complain in your heart, have you ever thought that we would let our opponents taste that way?"

Although the players are shaking their heads, the excitement on their faces is already obvious.

"That's right! Arsenal must not have thought of it! Go and surprise them, boys!"

"Forest, victory!" The players shouted loudly, and then ran up.

Wenger caught his eyes when he heard the shouts from the forest team. He turned his head and looked over, but just happened to collide with Dun En, who was also observing him.

Wenger noticed that Dunn was looking at him, so he looked back. Dunn was still staring at this French Confucian marshal, as if to see him through.

Arthur Wenger...We will meet one day directly.

After the start of the game, the Arsenal youth team showed a lack of adaptability to the bad venue. Many of the cooperations that can usually play successfully turned into mistakes because of the venue.

The passing power is weak, the football stops in the mud after a few laps, kicks it hard, and it may fly out of bounds directly. You can't stop the car if you run fast, and you simply can't catch the ball if you run slow.

Half an hour, the score is still 0:0. The score has not changed, their clean yellow Arsenal away jersey has almost turned black.

Thirty-two minutes, the players of the Forest team seemed to have a little physical problem, the attacking rhythm slowed down, and they started to fall in the backcourt more. At this time, the more and more impatient Arsenal players were swarming across the center line, hoping to score a goal before the end of the first half. Before the game, they did not expect to be in the same quagmire with their opponents.

Seeing the anxious performance of the players, Wenger raised his eyebrows. But he did not speak out to remind Brady who was standing on the sidelines and yelling to direct the game.

When Senderos couldn’t help pressing through the middle circle, the Arsenal players who remained behind, except for goalkeeper Craig Holloway (Craig` Holloway), there was only one central defender Franklin Smek (Franklin). `Simek), the space of blockbuster films, can be seen everywhere...

Wes Morgan cut off the pass from Arsenal's Czech midfielder Papadopoulos, and then drove to the front with a big foot. In the eyes of many players in the Arsenal youth team, this is really a blind bigfoot clearance. Who is in front of them? Almost all of the Forest teams are defending in the backcourt...

They thought it was pretty good. There is really no one in front of the forest team now. But they didn't know that there was a fast forward in the Forest team-Spencer`Weir-Daley!

This kind of defender's long pass with big feet, and then the forward runs to catch the ball, single-handed play, Dunn also often practiced in training. However, because Wil Daly is useful for almost nothing except running fast, so the success is not high, but this cannot change Dunn’s idea of ​​insisting on such a fight, even if he succeeds once a hundred times, but as long as this time is the most critical time He made it when he appeared!

For example now...

Will Daly ran past Senderos quickly, seemingly unaffected by the muddy ground. Senderos was surprised to turn around and chase after the forest team player who had not had time to see the number, but he was just thrown off. A piece of mud on his face.

The football is still in the air, and Will Daly has ran past the midfield and is approaching the opponent's 30-meter area.

John on the sidelines cheered loudly and cheered for Wil Daly.

"Run! Boy! You can do it!"

Arsenal defender Smek, who came up to stop the ball, just started and slipped... and then he looked up desperately and watched Will Daly pass by him like a wind.

"Keep on running!!"

Will Daly who received the football now has only one person in front of him-goalkeeper Holloway. The opponent is attacking, and the rest is simple. With the loud shouts of the fans on the sidelines, Wil Daly easily swayed Holloway, who had lost his center of gravity, and then pushed the empty goal!

The goal is scored! The goal is scored! !

Nottingham Forest Youth Team led the powerful Arsenal Youth Team 1-0 in the third round of the FA Youth Cup!

John and the others on the sidelines got excited, pushed **** the wire fence, making a creaking sound. It seemed as if they were going to tear down the wire fence and rush into the court to celebrate the goal with the Foresters.

"Good job! Boys" team assistant coach Chris Lak stood up to congratulate the players who ran back to the coaching bench to celebrate, Dunn clapped and greeted him behind him. It is much easier to lead by one goal. Now the initiative is on their side. Arsenal want to win away games? It's not that easy!

On the other side, Brady waved his hand angrily, and then cursed: "This **** Tony Dunn!"

Wenger stood with his chest folded behind him, still saying nothing, but his eyes have now moved from the field to the sidelines, and his attention has shifted from the young Arsenal players to Tony Dunn.

Knowing to use the weather and venue conditions as the basis for one's own tactics, if the sky is not beautiful, artificially create conditions that are beneficial to oneself, and make full use of every winning factor that can be used... This youth team coach is not easy.

Ten minutes later, the first half ended and the away Arsenal youth team temporarily fell behind the Nottingham Forest youth team by one goal.

Looking at the dejected and low-spirited players after coming off the court, Wenger suddenly asked Brady, who was busy comforting them: "Ream, did you bring spare shoes this time? Spikes."

Brady understood, he nodded: "Take it, I'll let them all change now." Then he turned to the little players and said, "All of them change into spikes. Let the boys see us in the second half. Great!"

Suddenly there was a sound of shoe spikes colliding around. Wenger nodded slightly. As long as the team adapts to this slippery and muddy field, he believes that with the overall strength of the team, he can still defeat the forest.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to the forest team coaching bench, wanting to see what Tony Dunn was doing.

"You did a great job!" Dunn was praising the players loudly. "When we run freely on this kind of venue, the opponent has to roll and climb to keep up with our pace. Continue to play like this in the second half, strengthen the pressure of their team members, and let them keep making mistakes. Mistake!"

"it is good--!!"

Hearing cheers from the Forest team, Wenger called Fabregas aside.

"Ceske, how do you feel about your performance in the first half?"

Fabregas shook his head honestly: "Not so good, sir."

"The reason?"

"Uh, I don't want to find a reason...but the venue is really terrible. I've never played on such a bad stadium. I can't bring the ball." Fabregas pointed to the stadium behind him. It's really bad enough to be plowed by a tractor...

Wenger expressed his understanding: "You are right. The venue does restrict your performance. But I think after the first half, you should have adapted to this venue, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Pass more, half high, try to minimize the contact between the football and the ground. Less break through with the ball." Wenger patted Fabregas on the shoulder, "Remember, Cesc. You are the midfielder and the core of the team. , Brain. Use it to play more here." He pointed to his temple, "If the situation is not good, change your own response method. The coach cannot call you anytime and anywhere during the game and tell you what to do next. Must be the second head coach."

Fabregas nodded vigorously: "I see, sir. I know what to do!" He turned and returned to his teammates, his eyes looking at the Forest team very firm because he had made his goal clear.

Not long after the second half started, Dunn felt that something was wrong. Fabregas, trapped in the quagmire in the first half, was resurrected. He is the core of Arsenal's midfield. His resurrection means that Arsenal will also recover.

The Spanish teenager sits in the midfield for scheduling, and French defender Clichy inserts from behind him from time to time to assist and oppress the forest team's defense. Michael Papadopoulos received Fabregas's pass in front, then used his technique to get rid of the defender and seek a chance to score. After Senderos was criticized by Brady at the halftime, he rarely pressed the frontcourt in the second half, unless there was a free kick or corner kick in the frontcourt with a good position. At other times, he stayed behind and Will Daley never again. What a chance.

Arsenal is like a machine. Fabregas is the core controller of this machine. Everyone else runs around him. If he is normal, the team will be normal. If he is not normal, the team will be dangerous.

In the first half, the Spanish-made controller was obviously short-circuited by mud and water, and it resumed operation in the second half.

Twenty minutes later, if the Forest team were not lucky, their goal would have been pierced at least three times. Once Papadoplov’s powerful long-range shot was almost in the goal, Forest goalkeeper John Lukic (John`Lukic) pounced and let go. The football slowly rolled to the goal line, but it was on the white Wes Morgan who rushed to the line before the line kicked it out!

"Ah!" A sigh broke out from the Arsenal coaching bench, and the Forest team let out a sigh.

"It's not going to work like this." Chris Lak said to Dunn, "That Spanish kid is great! His passing is great! Almost every time we can find our key..."

Dunn squeezed his chin and murmured: "Yes, yes, you are right, David. He is indeed very powerful, very powerful... But can anyone of us prevent him now?"

Chris Lak was speechless by Dunn's question. Yes, can anyone on the team now guard the best player in the World Junior Football Championship under the age of sixteen?

The two coaches stared at Fabregas, who was very active on the court, and couldn't come up with an idea. George Wood, who sits on the outside of the bench, doesn't care about what's going on on the court. He has been fidgeting for almost sixty-five minutes, and can't stay here honestly anymore and learn any experience from his teammates on the court. He stood up abruptly, then walked to Dun En, blocking his vision.

"George?" Dunn looked up at Wood.

"Let me play." Without a word of nonsense, Wood was straightforward.

"Now? This is not a good time..." Dunn was right. Fabregas's performance in this game exceeded his expectations. Originally, he intended to let Wood play in this game, but now I see it. After Fabregas's performance in the second half, he temporarily changed his mind. "...In the principle of protecting young players..."

"Let me play!" Wood repeated his request.

"Tell me the reason." Basically, George Wood is still listening to Dunn's words, only a few times will be awkward, as tough as today...

Wood hesitated, then pointed to a remote corner outside the court and said, "My mother is here, I want him to watch my game."

Astonished, Dunn looked in the direction of Wood’s fingers, and he saw Sophia who was hiding in a corner that was not easy to be noticed, far away from where John and his fanatic fans were, standing behind the wire fence watching the ball!

"Why is she here?"

Wood was unwilling to explain this, he repeated it again: "Let me play."

Dunn looked at Wood's firm eyes, thought about it, and nodded: "Well, warm up, you only have three minutes, and then come back to me."

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