Godfather Of Champions

Wood quickly returned to Dunn. He looked at Dunn, and Dunn looked down at his watch: "Is it here in three minutes? Well... let me tell you what you should do after you go up. He grabbed Wood and showed him Fabregas, who was running and passing the ball on the court. "Look, the number 25 of the opponent, do you see it?"

Wood nodded. "I saw it."

"He is the Arsenal midfielder commander, the center of the team, and the key to whether Arsenal can beat us in this game. His name is Francesco Fabregas, remember his name, His looks, his number. Then go up and bite him one-on-one, stare at him and freeze him. Don't let him receive the pass from his teammates easily, don't let him pass the ball easily, if he wants to take it himself When the ball breaks through, let him down. Do you understand?" Dunn turned his head and looked at Wood. The young man seemed to be looking forward to his appearance this time. He couldn't calm down beside Dunn, and he was always jumping around. , As if still warming up.

Is this right, always cold, like a robot, who likes it? Expectations, excitement, and excitement are normal guys.

"Yes, I understand."

Suddenly Dunn's attention was attracted by Wood's two unfaithful legs. He frowned and looked at it, and then asked, "George, where's your leg guard?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it, it's uncomfortable."

"That won't work, go and wear it. The shin guard is to protect you from harm."

"I won't get hurt."

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. Go put it on, otherwise I won't let you play!" Dun En said harshly.

This trick worked, and Wood ran back immediately. Watching him throw the shin guard into the goal socks indiscriminately, Dunn shook his head helplessly. There is a saying that this kid may not be wrong... There is no one in the world who can hurt him on the court.

A dead ball opportunity, the Forest team replaced, wearing No. 55 George Wood replaced No. 18 James Biomont.

Brady saw the Forest team change, he glanced at Wood's number. "55?" Generally, people who use this kind of big numbers, in addition to personal preference, are not high in the team, the substitutes and good numbers are all picked up by others, and they are only left after 30 in their turn. Number, putting on such a number is equivalent to announcing to everyone: I am a substitute, I have no ability!

He didn't understand what Dunn would do with this kind of person?

"Who knows who the number 55 is?" He turned to look at the coaching staff, coaches, team doctors...Everyone shook their heads to answer his questions.

That's right, not only the Arsenal coaches, no one in the entire world knows who the No. 55 taller is. What position does he play? How is his playing style? How is his technique at his feet? What are his advantages and disadvantages? How is his temper? Is he a genius or a trash? Is he a star of tomorrow or an ordinary person destined to do nothing?

For this football world, George Wood is just a piece of paper. You can either write a thick stroke on this white paper, or you can just smear a few strokes and be crumpled and thrown into the trash.

Now, in front of the strong team Arsenal, in front of Wenger, who has a pair of discerning eyes, Wood will make the first stroke of his career.

It's really exciting!

George Wood, who was on the field, went straight across half the court and ran in front of Arsenal player Fabregas, then stopped and stared at him closely...

Dunn rolled his eyes, and he heard Chris Lak's sigh behind him.

Arsenal's coaches laughed together. Brady laughed the most exaggerated, his facial muscles were like convulsions, and he couldn't say things smoothly: "Okay...well, now we know that he is in charge of defending Fabregas...haha!"

On the field, Fabregas looked strangely at this player who is taller and stronger than himself. He is not a purebred white man, because his skin is wheat-colored representing mixed blood, and he looks good and handsome. of.

55... Such a low number, want to use this kind of person to defend me?

He turned his gaze away from Wood and fixed it on the forest team coach Tony Dunn.

Hello, Mr. Coach. Can I understand that this is your contempt for me?

Off the court, even the Forest fans could not understand Dunn's substitution.

"Hey! Who is that number 55? Does anyone know?"

"Is he a fool? This is how people stand in front of each other?" Someone complained loudly. "What is Tony thinking? Putting on a big idiot, will he be able to guard against the opponent's number 25?"

As soon as this man's voice fell, he was dragged in front of him by John. Fat John's wide angry face appeared in front of him, like a 22-inch widescreen monitor, which had a visual impact.

"Shut up! Don't underestimate him!" John growled.

The man mocking Wood was shocked, and forgot to nod and shake his head.

Someone nearby asked John: "John, do you know that number 55?"

Bill nodded and helped John answer: "George Wood, Tony picked it up from the street."

"How is he playing? In what position?"

This time Bill shook his head. "We haven't seen him play, but Tony values ​​him very much."

Someone in the crowd blew a whistle to express their dissatisfaction.

"Shut up all!" Fat John threw the poor worm in his hand aside, and then shouted, "No one can doubt his ability!"

"Why, John?" the people asked verbally.

"Yes, he didn't prove his ability at all... Does he have any ability?"

"Because... he is Gavin's idol! He is Gavin's favorite player, the most promising player!" The fat man yelled as he stared at everyone.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Fat John cleared his throat, took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and put out his posture: "Now sing with me! Woodwood! Woodwoodwood! Grow into a forest!"

"Papa!" This is the fat man hitting the beat with his hands.

"Wood! Wood! Wood Wood! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest!"

"Fuck!"

"Wood! Wood! Wood Wood! Grow into a forest! Forest!"

"Fuck!"

"Forest forest-forest!!"

These people followed John, Bill and the others to sing aloud the temporarily adapted song to cheer for George Wood.

Except for the related personnel of the two teams, they are the most crowded and concentrated. They sang almost everyone's attention from the beginning.

Dunn looked back at John and the others who were serious about singing for Wood, and grinned.

The Arsenal coach also noticed this unexpected situation. Brady couldn't laugh anymore, he was a little surprised-isn't this person an unknown person? To have so many fans support and like, and even have compiled songs for him, this shouldn't be an idiot treatment!

No. 55, who are you? Is Tony Dunn’s secret weapon?

The coaches of the two teams off the court were not paying attention to the court, and the players on the court were the same. Almost everyone turned their heads and cast strange and surprised eyes at the forest fans. Under everyone’s gaze, they were still indifferent. Wood sang a song.

wood? Wood?

The Spanish teenager standing in front of Wood tilted his head slightly, his eyes were also attracted by the singing fans outside the field.

Only George Wood did not respond after hearing the singing, still staring at Fabregas in front of him.

Because Dunn said to himself: bite him, stare at him, freeze him... kill him!

In the first team, the French teenager Clichy, who replaced Ashley Cole (Ashley`Cole), passed the football to Fabregas in front, and then immersed himself in the sprint, hoping to make a wall two-on-one match with his teammates. But after he ran over, he realized that the football hadn't passed as expected.

Almost at the same time Fabregas received a pass from Clichy, he was also hit by George Wood from behind. As a result, he lost his balance while desperately trying to maintain his balance. Naturally, he couldn't pass the football where he wanted to pass it. The football was kicked out of the sideline by himself.

Fabregas complained to the referee that Wood's action was a foul, but the referee ignored it.

This level of physical impact is almost as common in England as eating and drinking. If you are hit, you will call a foul. Then the game will be interrupted dozens of times. If you can't hit the opponent, it only shows that your body is not strong enough.

Seeing Wood successfully defended Fabregas, Dunn and Chris Lac next to him were high-five to celebrate. This kid performed better than anyone expected. After ten months of training, he is no longer the first time he was overwhelmed and then shoveled someone's leg.

Fabregas is confident, and George Wood is also confident. Fabregas is not stage fright, and George Wood never knows how to write "fear". What about your genius and golden boy in the World Junior Championships? My George Wood newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!

In order to prevent Wood from colliding with the ball when he catches the ball, Fabregas must not move his body forward to catch the ball. Dump you now, right?

Do not!

Fabregas turned around and found that the heat from Wood's nose had sprayed onto his face!

This bastard! Go after it!

Realizing that the football at his feet was dangerous, Fabregas quickly adjusted his body again, turned his back to Wood, and finally protected the ball. But didn't the hard work he made in such a big circle in front of him become useless?

The opponent was silent and did not say a word, but Fabregas could always hear the breathing from behind his spine, like a ghost against him, unable to escape...

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