Chapter 102: Volume 2: The Skies of Nottingham: A Fateful Showdown (Part 2)

Can't get rid of it?

The child Fabregas's competitive spirit came up, and he slammed back hard, hoping to open a little distance for him to make moves. Unexpectedly, the opponent remained motionless, as if he had bumped into a city wall made of huge stones, and almost let the reaction force push him forward, Fabregas, who was staggering on his feet, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He stumbled and knocked the football forward, and then chased it out. Then, when he felt that the sense of oppression had eased a little, he immediately made a feint, making Wood behind him think that he wanted to change direction from the left, but quickly turned the ball to the left. The football turned to the right and turned around at the same time!

Wood, who was inexperienced, was really fooled. When he saw Fabregas's upper body fell to the left, he shifted his center of gravity. Then he saw that his opponent was running away from the other side!

Was breached?

This thought flashed through Wood's mind, and another sentence sounded at the same time: "If you are broken through, you will be fouled!"

He didn't forcefully regain his center of gravity, but turned around from the left, took a big circle to the right, and then took a big step, and he was on par with Cesc Fabregas again!

What a terrifying explosive power!

Originally at this time, Wood could choose to continue to press Cesc Fabregas so that he could not comfortably take and pass the ball, but now Wood is only thinking of "using a foul to prevent No. 25 from breaking through", so he simply shoveled away He brought down football and at the same time brought down Cesc Fabregas.

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

"Bastard! Not even a verbal warning!" Brady complained dissatisfied on the sidelines.

Wenger, who was sitting next to him, didn't say anything, and now his attention shifted from Tang En to the mysterious No. 55. It is not easy to make Cesc so embarrassed, even if he is two or three years older.

who is he? How was your previous football performance? How big is the future of training?

It's funny, I came to Nottingham with the team, just to see the performance of Cesc 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 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 Cesc Fabregas. But this is not important, what is important is that Wenger saw the potential from this child, the potential to change from a rough stone to a brilliant diamond.

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

When Wenger quietly inspected 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 forcefully break through this annoying person. Unexpectedly, the common problem of "slow turn" of defensive players was not a problem for Wood at all-although he decided to turn around. It was already slow... he turned when he saw Fabregas wading the ball past him, he looked a step slower than Fabregas, but the actual effect?

Fabregas found that he couldn't outrun the big man at all, and he could always easily appear beside him. The only thing he can take advantage of is that he has more experience than this person, and then tricks him into fouling and taking an offensive free kick by himself.

The match seemed to turn into a one-on-one match between him and No. 55, but no one raised any objections. This kind of game is supposed to be a contest between the best players.

Wenger looked at Cesc Fabregas who was fighting with Wood on the field, Cesc was still younger...

He said to Brady, "Riaam, tell Cesc to go back." He made a reclaiming gesture.

"You mean... let him be removed from his current position?" Brady was a little surprised.

"Well, from a central midfielder to a defensive midfielder. Pull him to the line in front of the defender, farther away from the No. 55, let him reduce the number of assists, and use long and direct passes to tear the opponent's defense. .”

Brady glanced at Wenger, he knows what this decision means - Fabregas will be forced to avoid the edge of the opponent's No. 55. To put it mildly, this is called "strategic retreat and transfer", say no Sounds like "escape"!

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

"It's all right, Cesc is smart, he'll understand."

Brady stood up, walked to the sidelines, and yelled: "Cesc Fabregas!" He tilted his head and waved back as the Spaniard looked at him. "Back waist!"

Fabregas looked past Brady and then on Wenger. The professor was expressionless, said nothing, did nothing. He nodded, turned and ran back.

Seeing that his prey did not come up, but shrank back, Wood was a little at a loss, did he need to follow?

When he was indecisive, Cesc Fabregas launched a 50-meter long pass attack in the midfielder position. Clichy who inserted in the back received the ball and made a pass. Papadopoulos' shot was missed by Wes .Morgan blocked the baseline, corner kick! Senderos ran up.

"Tony." Chris Lark reminded Dunn.

Dunn nodded in response: "I know." He looked at Brady, who was also directing the game loudly from the sidelines, letting the central defender press forward to score. This guy is pretty smart, but do you think it will be safe to let Fabregas back? dream!

Arsenal's corner kick was taken, and Wes Morgan was defeated in the confrontation with Senderos, allowing the opponent to hit the ball! It was goalkeeper Lukiko who saved the team this time, and he pressed the header firmly on the goal line.

"George!" Seeing that the danger was eliminated, Tang En also yelled. "Forget what I told you?" He pointed at Cesc Fabregas who was returning to his position, "Bite him! Stare at him! Don't care where he is! Get up! Man to man, man to man!" Tang En clenched his right hand into a fist and hit his left palm hard.

He is not afraid of his tactical arrangements being heard by the other party, so what if you know it? Unless you change the core of the midfield now, I will definitely take Arsenal and Cesc Fabregas in today's game!

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

"Bastard!" Brady cursed, "Does he not care about the overall formation of the team? Does he not care that it will cause the team's offense to be chaotic?"

Wenger smiled at the side instead: "Of course he doesn't have to care about those things. He is leading now, not us, Liam. A lead of one ball can change a lot, and he can use it when he is in a favorable position. Use things to deal with us. And we... If we can't think of a better way, we can only be led by his nose."

Brady looked at his watch, and before he knew it, the game went on for another fifteen minutes, ten minutes before the end of the game. "Are you throwing in the towel, Arthur?"

"No, of course I didn't. The game hasn't happened yet..." Before Wenger finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his forehead. He looked up suspiciously...

Tang En also looked up to the sky, it's raining!

It was cloudy for most of the day, but it rained when the game was about to end. Rain from scratch, from small to large. In a short time, the rain line has become clearly visible. The weather forecast says it will be light to moderate rain today...

Damn it! Tang En suddenly remembered that there was a person in poor health who was still on the sidelines. From the backpack under the chair, he dug out the folding umbrella he brought out today but thought it would not be useful, and then called Biomont.

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

Biomont nodded, "Yes, sir!"

"Good. See that lady?" he asked, pointing at Sophia.

"Yes, sir."

"Now run over and give this to her! Quick!"

"Okay, sir!" Biomont took the umbrella and ran over as fast as a relay. Tang En's eyes followed him all the time, seeing him running up to Sophia, watching Sophia take the umbrella in surprise, and seeing Biomont pointing at him and saying something, then Sophia looked at him, Tang En even Able to see the smile on her face, he gestured to open the umbrella, reminding the woman to open the umbrella before thanking her.

And when Sophia obediently opened the umbrella and was about to thank Mr. Tang En again, she saw that Tang En had turned his head back and focused on the game again.

The black men's umbrella completely covered the petite Sophia, and now no matter how heavy the rain outside was, it couldn't get a piece of her clothes wet.

People on the sidelines were not the only ones who felt the sudden cold rain, and it was getting bigger and bigger. George Wood also noticed it sensitively. Although he is still defending Fabregas, although at this time Fabregas has just received the football and is ready to launch another attack. But he suddenly dropped his opponent, and turned his head to look at where his mother was standing on the sidelines.

When he saw his mother standing there holding an umbrella and continuing to watch him play...his attention snapped back to the game. Fabregas has already dribbled the ball and left him behind, and he intends to go forward to attack himself...but it's not a complete throw away, it's just less than ten meters away.

Wood turned around and pounced on Fabregas like a tiger downhill, and then ended Arsenal's attack with a foul. He got a yellow card, and Fabregas was so angry that he could only hit the ground with his fist, splashing A puddle of muddy water—he didn't expect that No. 55 would chase back so fast! Or the speed of returning to the soul...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and more and more people on the sidelines held up umbrellas. Tang En continued to stand in the rain and direct the game. In fact, there was nothing to direct. He knew it in his heart, and he believed that his opponent knew it too.

Wenger took the umbrella that Brady handed over and put it over his head. Hearing the sound of raindrops crackling on the umbrella, the professor sighed: "Riam, this game is over, we lost."

Brady stopped talking.

Indeed, with the score behind, the rain became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The field is even more muddy, the players are anxious, and the core of the midfield is completely frozen by the unknown boy of the opponent... and they want to make a comeback, unless the rain pours back into the sky.

The Arsenal coaching bench fell into silence, and the singing and cheers of the Forest fans sounded from the sidelines in the distance. John and the others beat the beat with their hands in the rain to accompany their singing.

"Wood! Wood! Woody Woody! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest! Forest—victory! Oh la la! Forest forest!"