Chapter 100 Volume 2 The Sky of Nottingham Let Me Play (Part 2)

Dunn didn't know what Arsenal was talking about. He just glanced at it and found that Wenger did not replace Brady as the head coach, but stood aside with his chest folded, looking at the young players of Arsenal's youth team. We gather around to listen to Brady speak. So he also turned his attention back.

"I think... there is no need for me to say more? You all know what I like, don't you?"

"Victory!" Morgan shouted in a low voice, and his teammates immediately echoed loudly.

"Very good! Arsenal is not weak, but we are also very strong. It rained every day during this period, and I didn't ask you to go to indoor training. When you were soaked in the rain and rolled in the mud, you were in a mess. When we are miserable and can only complain in our hearts, have you ever thought that we will let our opponents have that feeling?"

Although the players were shaking their heads, the excitement on their faces was already evident.

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

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

Hearing the shouts from the Forest team, Wenger was attracted. He turned his head to look over, but happened to meet the eyes of Tang En who was also observing him.

Wenger noticed that Tang En was looking at him, so he turned his gaze back. Tang En was still staring at the French Confucian Marshal, as if he wanted to see through him.

Arthur Wenger... there will be a day when we will face each other directly.

After the start of the game, the Arsenal youth team showed their inability to adapt to the bad field. Many cooperations that could usually be played successfully turned into mistakes because of the field.

The power of passing the ball is weak, and the football will stop in the mud after rolling a few laps. If you kick it forward hard, it may fly out of bounds directly. If you run fast, you can't stop the car, and if you run slowly, you can't catch the ball at all.

Half an hour later, the score was still 0:0. The score was unchanged and their clean yellow Arsenal away shirt had turned almost black.

In the 32nd minute, the players of the Forest team seemed to have a little physical problem, the rhythm of the attack slowed down, and they started to fall more and more in the backcourt. At this time, the more impatient Arsenal players swarmed across the center line, hoping to score a goal before the end of the first half. They didn't expect to be in the same quagmire with their opponents before the game.

Seeing the anxious performance of the players, Wenger raised his eyebrows. But he didn't make a sound to remind Brady who was standing on the sidelines yelling and directing the game.

When Senderos couldn't restrain himself and passed the center circle, the Arsenal players left behind, except for the goalkeeper Craig` Holloway, there was only one central defender Franklin Smek (Franklin Smeek) ` Simek), large tracts of space, everywhere...

Wes Morgan intercepted a pass from Arsenal's Czech midfielder Papadopoulos and drove straight ahead. In the eyes of many players in the Arsenal youth team, this is really a blind big-footed clearance. Who is ahead of them? The Forest team almost all shrank in the backcourt defense...

They thought it was good. There was indeed no one in front of the current forest team. But they don't know that there is a fast striker in the Forest team - Spencer`Weir-Daley!

Twain often practiced this kind of one-handed style of play where the defender made a long pass and then the striker ran to catch the ball. However, since Will Daly has almost nothing but running fast, the success rate is not high, but this cannot change Dunn's insistence on fighting like this, even if he succeeds only once in a hundred times, as long as this time is at the most critical time Show up, and he earns it!

Like now...

Will Daly ran past Senderos quickly, seemingly completely unaffected by the muddy field. Senderos was surprised and wanted to turn around and chase the Forest player who hadn't had time to see the number clearly, but was just thrown up A piece of mud stuck to his face.

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

John on the sidelines cheered loudly, cheering for Will Daly.

"Run! Boy! You can do it!"

The Arsenal defender Smek, who came up to stop the ball, just started, and his foot slipped... Then he looked up in despair and watched Will Daley pass by him like a wind.

"Keep running!!"

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

The ball went in! The ball went in! !

The 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, desperately pushing the barbed wire, making creaking noises. It looked as if they were going to tear down the barbed wire and burst onto the pitch to celebrate the goal with the Forest players.

"Good job! Boys" the team's assistant coach Chris Lack stood up and congratulated the players who ran back to the coach's bench to celebrate. Twain applauded behind him. It's much easier to lead by one goal. Now the initiative is on their side. Arsenal want to win in an away game? It's not that easy anymore!

On the other side, Brady waved his hand angrily, and cursed, "This damned Tony Twain!"

Wenger stood behind him with his arms crossed, still not saying a word, but his gaze had now shifted from the field to the sidelines, and his attention had shifted from Arsenal's young players to Tony Twain.

He knows how to use the weather and field conditions to lay the foundation for his own tactics. If the weather is not good, he will artificially create conditions that are favorable to him, 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 visiting Arsenal youth team temporarily trailed the Nottingham Forest youth team by one goal.

Looking at the players who had been downcast and low-spirited after coming off the field, Wenger suddenly asked Brady, who was busy comforting them: "Riaam, did you bring a spare sneaker this time? The spikes."

Brady understood, and he nodded: "Yes, I'll put them all on now." Then he turned to the little players and said, "All put on spikes, and show those kids ours in the second half." sharp!"

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

Thinking of this, he turned his head to the Forest team coach's bench again, wanting to see what that Tony Twain was doing.

"You guys did a great job!" Dunn was praising the players loudly. "When we run freely on this kind of field, the opponent has to roll and crawl to keep up with us. Continue to play like this in the second half, strengthen the pressure on their players with the ball, let them keep making mistakes, and then continue to play like this. Mistake!"

"good--!!"

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

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

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

"What's the reason?"

"Uh, I don't want to find an excuse...but the field is really terrible. I have never played on such a bad field. The ball can't be carried at all." Fabregas pointed to the field behind him, which seemed to have just It looks like it's been plowed by a tractor, it's really bad enough...

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 the venue, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Pass the ball more, keep the ball half-high, and minimize the contact between the football and the ground. Less dribbling." Wenger patted Cesc Fabregas on the shoulder, "Remember, Cesc. You are the midfielder and the core of the team , Brain. Use this place to play more.” He pointed to his temple, “If the situation is not good, you can change your own coping method. It is impossible for the coach to call you over anytime and anywhere during the game to tell you what to do next. Gotta be a second head coach."

Fabregas nodded vigorously: "I understand, sir. I know what to do!" He turned back to his teammates and looked at the Forest team with firm eyes because he had clearly defined his goal.

Not long after the start of the second half, Tang En felt something was wrong. Fabregas, who was 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 the French defender Clichy inserts assists from behind him from time to time to oppress the Forest team's defense. Michael Papadopoulos received a pass from Fabregas in front, then used technique to get away from defenders and look for a chance to score. After Senderos was criticized by Brady at halftime, he rarely pressed forward in the second half, unless there was a free kick or corner kick in a good position, and he stayed behind at other times. Will Daly never again What a chance.

Arsenal is like a machine, Cesc Fabregas is the core controller of this machine, and everyone else operates 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 controller made in Spain was obviously short-circuited by the muddy water, but in the second half, it started to work again.

Twenty minutes later, if it wasn't for the luck of the Forest team, their goal would have been pierced at least three times. Once Papadopoulov's powerful long-range shot was almost in the goal. Forest goalkeeper John` Lukic (John` Lukic) flicked the ball and the ball slowly rolled towards the goal line. Wes Morgan, who had rushed to the line before the line, kicked him out!

"Ah!" There was a burst of sighs from the Arsenal coach bench, while the Forest team heaved a sigh of relief.

"It won't work if we go on like this." Chris Lark said to Tang En, "That Spanish kid is amazing! His passing is amazing! He can find our vitals almost every time..."

Tang En squeezed his chin and muttered: "Yes, yes, you are right, David. He is indeed very powerful, very powerful... But can anyone of us guard against him now?"

Chris Lark was left speechless by Tang En's question. That's right, is there anyone on the team who can guard against the best player in the Under-16 World Junior Football Championship?

The two coaches stared at Cesc Fabregas, who was very active on the field, unable to come up with an idea. George Wood, who was sitting on the outermost side of the bench, didn't care what was going on on the field. He was fidgeting for almost sixty-five minutes, and he couldn't stay here honestly and learn any experience from his teammates on the field. He stood up abruptly, then walked in front of Tang En, blocking his view.

"George?" Dunn looked up at Wood.

"Let me play." Without a single word of nonsense, Wood cut to the chase.

"Now? This is not a good time..." Twain was right. Cesc Fabregas' performance in this game exceeded his expectations. He originally planned to let Wood play in this game, but looking at it now Seeing Fabregas' performance in the second half, he temporarily changed his mind. "...in line with the principle of protecting young players..."

"Let me play!" Wood repeated his request.

"Tell me the reason." Basically, George Wood still listened to Tang En, only a few times he would be awkward, and his attitude was as tough as today...

Wood hesitated for a moment, then pointed to a remote corner outside the court and said: "My mother is here, and I want him to watch me play."

Surprised, Tang En looked in the direction of Wood's finger, and sure enough, he saw Sophia, who was hiding in a corner that was not easy to be noticed, away from the place where John and his fanatic fans were, standing behind the barbed wire watching the game!

"Why is she here?"

Wood was unwilling to explain the incident, and he repeated: "Let me play."

Tang En looked at Wood's firm eyes, thought for a while, and then nodded: "Okay, warm up, you only have three minutes, then come back to me."