Godfather Of Champions

Can't get rid of it?

The child Fabregas's eagerness to win came, he slammed backwards hard, hoping to smash a little distance for him to do the action. Unexpectedly, the opponent would not move at all, as if he had hit a wall made of huge stones, and almost let the reaction force push forward, Fabregas's staggered mind suddenly flashed.

He stumbled and slammed the football forward, and then chased it out. Then when he felt that the sense of pressure eased a little, he immediately flickered, making Wood behind him think that he wanted to change from the left, but quickly moved it. The football shifted to the right and turned around at the same time!

The inexperienced Wood was really fooled. When he saw Fabregas's upper body fell to the left, he shifted his focus. Then he found that his opponent had escaped from the other side!

Was broken?

This thought flashed through Wood's mind, and another sentence sounded at the same time: "If it is broken, it is a foul!"

Instead of forcibly pulling back his center of gravity, he turned around from the left, circled a large circle to the right, and then took a big step, and he was on par with Fabregas again!

What a terrifying explosiveness!

Originally at this time Wood could choose to continue to press Fabregas, making him unable to comfortably take the ball and pass the ball, but now Wood is full of the idea of ​​"using a foul to prevent the No. 25 breakthrough", so he shoveled it out. In addition to football, he also brought down Fabregas.

The referee's whistle finally sounded, and No. 55 of Nottingham Forest fouled.

"Asshole! Not even a verbal warning!" Brady complained dissatisfied from the sidelines.

Wenger sitting next to him didn't say anything, and now his attention shifted from Dunn to this mysterious number 55. It is not easy to make Cesc so embarrassed, even if he is two or three years old.

Who is he? How was your previous football performance? What is the future of training?

It's really interesting. I came to Nottingham with the team, just want to see the performance of Fabregas, Clichy and Senderos, but I didn't expect to find such an interesting kid.

With the experience and vision of the professor, he has already seen that Wood is not experienced enough, but his physical fitness has greatly made up for the gap with Fabregas, and Fabregas is not familiar with Wood, so he is a little at a loss. . If there is another game, I believe Wood will not be so easy to watch Fabregas. But this is not important. What is important is that Wenger saw the potential from this child, from a rough stone to a bright diamond.

Wenger straightened his body, turned his head and glanced at Tony Dunn who was standing on the sidelines directing the game. No matter what the final result of this game is, maybe after the game is over, I have to talk to that man...

When Wenger was quietly inspecting Wood off the court, he once again successfully blocked Fabregas's attack on the court. This time Fabregas finally found a chance to face Wood. He planned to break through this annoying man. He didn't expect that the common problem of defensive players, which is "slow turning", is not a problem for Wood at all-although he decided to turn around It is indeed slow... He turned around when he saw Fabregas wading the ball past him. It seemed that he was a step slower than Fabregas, but what was the actual effect?

Fabregas found that he couldn't run past this big man, and he could always show up beside him easily. The only thing he can take advantage of is that he has a richer fulfillment than this person, and then tricks him into fouling and take an offensive free kick.

The game seemed to have become a heads-up between him and the opponent No. 55, but no one raised objections. This kind of game should be a contest between the best players.

Wenger looked at Fabregas who was on the court with Woodmao, Cesc was still younger...

He said to Brady: "Riam, let Cesc go back." He made a recycling gesture.

"You mean... to withdraw him from his current position?" Brady was a little surprised.

"Well, from a central midfielder to a midfielder. Pull him to the line in front of the defender, farther away from No. 55, so that he can reduce the number of assists and use long passes and straight passes to break the opponent's defense line. ."

Brady took a look at Wenger. He knew what this decision meant-Fabregas would be forced to avoid the opposing team's No. 55 edge. To put it mildly, this is called "strategic retreat and transfer". Say no. It sounds good to be "escape"!

"This..." Brady was a little worried that doing so would undermine Fabregas' confidence and fighting spirit.

"It's okay, Cesc is smart, and he will understand."

Brady stood up and walked to the sidelines, then yelled, "Fàbregas!" When the Spaniard looked at him, he tilted his head and waved back. "Lower back!"

Fabregas's eyes passed Brady, and then stopped on Wenger. The professor was expressionless, said nothing, did nothing. He nodded, turned and ran back.

Seeing his prey didn't come up, but shrank back, Wood was a little at a loss. Does he need to follow?

When he was undecided, Fabregas in the midfielder position launched a 50-meter long pass attack, and then Clichy caught the ball and passed. Papadopoulos’s shot was shot by Weiss. .Mogan blocked the baseline, corner kick! Senderos ran up.

"Tony." Chris Luck reminded Dunn.

Dunn nodded in response: "I know." He looked at Brady who also directed the game loudly from the sidelines and let the central defender press the front to score. This man is quite clever, but do you think that Fabregas will go back and nothing will happen? dream!

Arsenal's corner kick came out, Wes. Morgan lost in the clash with Senderos, let the opponent top the ball! It was goalkeeper Lukiko who saved the team this time, and he firmly pressed this close header on the goal line.

"George!" Seeing the danger eliminated, Dunn also shouted. "Forgot what I told you?" He pointed to Fabregas who was returning to his place, "bite him! Stare him to death! Leave him alone! Go up to me! Man-to-man, man-to-man!" Dunn's right hand was clenched into a fist and hit his left palm hard.

He is not afraid that his tactical arrangements will be heard by the other party. What if you know it? Unless you switch to a central midfielder now, I will definitely decide Arsenal and Fabregas for today's game!

So Wood, who got the latest instructions, posted it again. This time, even if the opponent retreats into the goal line, he will follow without hesitation.

"Asshole!" Brady cursed. "Does he care about the overall formation of the team? Does he not care that this will cause chaos in the team's offense?"

Wenger smiled instead: "Of course he doesn't need to care about those things. Now it is him who is leading, not us, Liam. The lead of a ball can change a lot, and he can use his usual can not be in a favorable position Use things to deal with us. And we...If we can't think of a better way, we will have to be led by his nose."

Brady looked at his watch, unknowingly, the game went on for another fifteen minutes, ten minutes before the end of the game. "Have you given up, Arthur?"

"No, of course I haven't, the game hasn't yet..." Wenger suddenly felt a cold on his forehead before he finished speaking. He looked up suspiciously...

Also looking up to the sky is Don En, it's raining!

It was cloudy for a long time, but it rained towards the end of the game. The rain grew from scratch, from small to large. In a short period of time, the rain lines were clearly visible. The weather forecast says it will be light to moderate rain today...

Damn it! Dunn suddenly remembered that someone with a bad health was still on the sidelines. From the backpack under the chair, he pulled out the folding umbrella he had brought out today but thought it would not be useful, and then called Biomont.

"James," he saw Sophia still standing in the rain, and the rain was slowly falling! "Can you still run?"

Biomont nodded, "Yes, sir!"

"Very good. Did you see that lady?" he asked Sophia, pointing to it.

"I see, sir."

"Now run over and give this to her! Hurry up!"

"Okay, sir!" Biomont took the umbrella and ran over as fast as a relay. Dunn’s gaze followed him all the time, seeing him running in front of Sophia, watching Sophia take the umbrella in surprise, and seeing Biomonte pointing to herself and saying something, then Sophia looked at herself, Dunn even Seeing the smile on her face, he made an umbrella gesture to remind the woman to open the umbrella before thanking her.

When Sophia opened the umbrella obediently and was about to thank Mr. Dunn again, she saw that Dunn had turned her head back and focused on the game again.

The black man's umbrella completely concealed the petite Sophia, and now no matter how heavy it rained outside, she couldn't get a piece of her clothes wet.

It's not just the people on the sidelines who feel the sudden cold rain, and it gets bigger and bigger. George Wood also noticed sensitively. Although he is still defending Fabregas, even though Fabregas has just received the football at this time, he is ready to launch another attack. But he suddenly dropped his opponent and turned to look at where his mother was standing on the sidelines.

When he saw his mother standing on the spot holding an umbrella and watching him play... his attention suddenly returned to the game. Fabregas has already dribbled the ball and left him behind. He intends to attack himself...but this is not a complete throw away, it's only a distance of less than ten meters.

Wood turned around, like a tiger going down the mountain and pounced on Fabregas, and then ended Arsenal's attack with a foul. He received a yellow card, but Fabregas was so angry that he could only hit the ground with his fist and splash. A puddle of muddy water-he didn't expect that No. 55 would chase so fast! Or the speed of soul recovery...

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, more and more people on the sidelines are holding up umbrellas, and Dunn continues to stand in the rain to direct the game, in fact, there is nothing to direct. He knew it in his heart and believed that his opponent was also very clear.

Wenger took the umbrella that Brady had handed over and put it over his head. Listening to the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, the professor sighed: "Liam, this game is over. We lost."

Brady stopped talking.

Indeed, when the score was behind, the rain became the last straw to crush the camel. The field is more muddy, the players are emotionally anxious, the core of the midfield is completely frozen by the opponent's unknown boy... and they want to come back, unless the rain poured back into the sky.

There was silence on the Arsenal coach's bench, and the singing and cheers of Forest team fans rang from the sidelines. John and the others were drenched in the rain to accompany their singing.

"Wood! Wood! Wood Wood! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest! Forest-victory! Oh Lara! Forest forest!"

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