Chapter 452 Volume 3 Red Forest Which Is More Important?

"Nottingham Forest are defending at home and it's not a good scene, we're all familiar with it. Arsenal want to score as quickly as possible and Forest's job now is to stop them. George Wood is Nottingham Forest's on-field captain. At the same time, at the age of 20, he is also the core of Nottingham Forest's defense. He has shown his talent, which is amazing. He is the biggest discovery of Nottingham Forest Club in the youth training system after Michael Dawson At the age of twenty, on the stage of the semi-finals of the European Champions Cup, he performed with ease, and his maturity and stability exceeded his actual age, which made him favored by head coach Tony Twain."

The narrator introduced Wood with so many good words, not because he couldn't find anything to do, but because Wood's performance in the recent period has been really outstanding. As the youngest captain in the Champions League semi-finals this season, he has also attracted the attention of more people and more teams.

When Wood became a rookie in the Premier League last season, making Manchester United and Chelsea scramble for bids, his influence was more limited to England. The clubs in the Premier League are all spying, and at the same time they are secretly jealous: Why did Nottingham Forest cultivate such a monster?

Now, with the forest team's performance in the Champions League deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, with the improvement of the team's performance, as they step by step to the semi-finals, George, who was the captain of the team's first game most of the time; Wood is also being watched more from across the continent.

The European Champions Cup is a perfect stage, where good actors become famous and poor actors are brutally eliminated.

"George Wood!"

Fabregas just wanted to turn around and start after taking the ball, but was hooked from behind by Wood. Of course, the referee unceremoniously sentenced Wood to a foul. Although Arsenal got a free kick in the front court, this position cannot directly threaten the goal. The Forest team exchanged a foul for the safety of the goal. This deal is a good deal.

Therefore, when Cesc Fabregas was hooked and fell to the ground by Wood, he knelt on the ground and opened his arms with a very helpless expression-if Wood didn't foul, he could break through, and then find the loopholes in the Forest team's defense, and then sent a fatal shot. A pass... Now these can only be said.

However, Tang En frowned as he watched from the audience.

In the past, he was happy to see Wood active, but now he would rather see Wood disappear.

"David, did you tell George?" He turned his head and asked Chris Lark who was sitting next to him.

Assistant coach Chris Lack nodded: "I reminded him to pay attention to fouls. But... I think these reminders will not work for him in the game."

Tang En looked at Wood who was fully committed, and muttered: "It's better to say than not to say..."

The thing is, what makes Tang En nervous is that Wood is currently receiving two yellow cards. According to UEFA regulations, a player who accumulates three yellow cards in the Champions League will be automatically suspended for one game.

In other words, if George Wood receives another yellow card for any reason in this game, even if the Forest team can reach the final, he will be forced to miss it.

This was not the result Tang En wanted.

Wood's absence will have bad consequences for the Forest team. This has been verified in the first two games of this season's Champions League group stage.

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After Arsenal's free kick was coordinated, Van Persie completed the shot. His header was saved by Van der Sar over the crossbar.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the players to come back to defend, as the team's oldest player on the field, Van der Sara stopped Wood: "George, don't forget what the coach told you before the game. Be careful."

Wood nodded: "I remember."

"That's good...sometimes let them go, it's okay, I'm here!" Van der Sar patted Wood on the head.

Wood looked up at the tall Dutchman. "It would be remiss of me to let them pass me by."

Van der Sar had nothing to say. "Good luck."

I really can only wish this stubborn kid good luck.

After Arsenal's header came out, Pepe had the upper hand in the header fight with Senderos and pushed the football out. But the football was not far away, and Fabregas volleyed the ball directly outside!

The football was very accurate...flying towards George Wood in the crowd, he didn't dodge like a conditioned reflex, but blocked the shot with his chest.

With a muffled "bang", the football flew diagonally out of the sideline. Wood ran over without frowning, ready to defend.

"It's a monster. Is there... really nothing wrong with him?" Van Persie next to Cesc Fabregas couldn't help but sighed, rubbing his hands on his chest, as if he had been hit by the football just now.

The Spanish teenager turned his head to look at his teammates, feeling that Van Persie was making a fuss. This man is a monster, he already knew it. Perhaps only by becoming an opponent with him can we understand so deeply. Physical fitness, body, speed, reaction... good innate conditions make people envious. If he had started to receive professional football training from a young age, what would he have achieved at this time? It's unimaginable.

Fabregas was taken aback by his own crazy idea. He quickly shook his head to return his attention to the field.

Arsenal threw a throw-in, Van Persie stepped forward to respond, and under the tight defense of Chimbonda, he passed the football back to Lauren who threw the ball.

The Forest team launched a fierce siege in this square inch near the sideline. Lauren saw Cesc Fabregas, the team's midfield commander, in the crowd.

He passed the football over.

George Wood rushed forward as if he had received the signal.

Fabregas did not stop the ball, spread his legs and let the ball slip through his crotch.

"Beautiful leak! George Wood has been tricked!"

Behind Cesc Fabregas was Hleb, who received the ball and dribbled forward. When the Belarusian played in the Bundesliga, he relied on his beautiful "riding a thousand miles alone" stunt. In Stuttgart, he often performed this kind of good show where one person dribbles the ball over several people and then hits the ball into the opponent's goal.

This time, seeing him dribbling the ball, Wood hesitated, thinking whether to go up to defend or pay attention to Fabregas.

At this moment, Arteta suddenly stepped forward to block the direction of Hleb's advance, and broke the ball cleanly.

"George!" he cried.

Seeing him obliquely behind him, Wood looked at the front again, no longer hesitated, and chose to go forward.

Instead of dribbling, Arteta passed the football to George Wood, who had already run up, while the Arsenal players hadn't reacted.

Wood received the ball and continued to move forward. Behind him, Fabregas is in hot pursuit, and Arteta is also supporting.

"This is Nottingham Forest's counterattack! After being suppressed for so long, they finally decided to do something! George Wood's dribbling is rare..."

No need to look back, Wood knew that that annoying Spanish kid must be following him. When he attacked, he followed him like a shadow, and now it was his turn to attack, and he became his own shadow.

"Left, short." Arteta's voice was directing Wood, he passed the football obediently, and he immediately saw Arteta rushing up with the ball.

Watching Arteta dribble past, Wood slowed down. He completed the role change in an instant, and at this moment he became Arteta's "bodyguard" again.

The two cooperated tacitly, and Arteta didn't worry about the Arsenal players around him who were eyeing football. He knew that even if he lost the ball, Wood would try to get it back.

He passed the football to Viduka, the Australian striker turned and leaned against the defender Toure, then turned and shot, somewhat reluctantly, Lehmann hugged easily.

Seeing this scene off the court, Tang En stomped his feet angrily: "Why is he in a hurry? Stop the ball, control it, cover it, and then Anelka, Arteta, Ribery, they all ran towards him , he has countless ways to handle the ball! Really..."

It's no wonder Tang En was angry. Under the oppression of Arsenal, the forest team originally had few offensive opportunities, so every opportunity was extraordinarily precious. If it was easily wasted like this, it would be "scourged"...

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The first half ended with Arsenal's indiscriminate bombing and Forest's awkward defense, as well as the occasional sneak attack.

The score on the electronic scoreboard is red 0:0. This is the final score that Tang En hopes to see, and in another forty-five minutes, it will become a reality.

"At the end of the first half, Nottingham Forest held their goal. No matter how hard Arsenal attacked, they couldn't open their goal. George Wood was the most active player in the first half. Foul, eight tackles to protect safety in front of goal. The twenty-year-old captain has shown in action that he deserves the captain's armband on his left arm..."

The commentator was still praising Wood endlessly, but outside the locker room of the home team, Tang En held him back with a stern expression: "George, have you forgotten what the assistant coach told you?"

"Try to make as few fouls as possible." Wood shook his head, "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Look at your technical statistics in the first half." Tang En patted the paper in his hand, "Four fouls! Eight tackles! If this is not our home court, you have already received a damn yellow card! Do you even know that? How important are you to the team?"

Wood didn't speak, just looked at Tang En.

"What's the point if we get to the final and you're not there? You know how strong Barcelona's attack is!"

"How did you know that Barcelona would enter the final?" Wood suddenly asked, which scared Tang En into a cold sweat, and his brain immediately calmed down. He said he missed the future...

"Uh... my prediction, they look very... very capable of reaching the final... Well, even if it's not Barcelona, ​​can AC Milan's attacking strength be underestimated? If we don't have you, it's like being in the finals. There is no barrier in front of the central defenders, whether it is Ronaldinho or Kaka, they can easily penetrate our defense and do whatever they want!" Tang En smashed his fist into his palm .

"In the second half, be more honest with me." Dunn warned Wood.

Wood nodded: "I see."

"Go back." Dunn waved his hand, and Wood ran back to the locker room.

Looking around, Tang En cursed in a low voice, then turned and walked towards the locker room.

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George Wood's yellow card was raised by the coaching staff after the first leg. Tang En didn't think about it that much before. It wasn't until someone from the coaching staff reminded him that Wood was in a very dangerous situation and that he would be automatically suspended if he received another yellow card. Then he realized the seriousness of the problem.

The Forest team will always rely on Wood's desperate interception and tireless running in the middle to contain the opponent's offense, which naturally includes the means of "fouling".

Since his debut, Wood has not been the type of player who is polite on defense and moves cleanly. His fierce defensive style has caused many opponents to suffer, and it has also made him "favored" by many referees. It's unrealistic for Wood to not have a single foul in the game. All Tang En could do was to repeatedly remind him to pay attention to his actions, try to make as few fouls as possible, and try not to apply for yellow cards needlessly.

But the final decisive factor is still in the players themselves. George Wood, at least, doesn't look like someone who can take all of the above to heart.

What made Tang En feel a little relieved was that forty-five minutes of the first half had passed safely, and as long as another forty-five minutes were needed, George Wood would hit base safely.

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In the dressing room of the visiting team, Wenger is using the short time to arrange new tactics for the team. This time, it was no longer just a few words that came out of his mouth.

"Coach Twain is very worried about Wood, because Wood now has two yellow cards on his body. As long as he gets another yellow card, he will be automatically suspended for one game." He briefly introduced the situation, "He will definitely warn his most proud Disciple, let him pay attention to his actions in the second half. Wood will definitely be timid when defending..."

The eyes of the Arsenal players lit up.

"This is our chance to attack the middle in the second half, the goal-George Wood!"

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"Listen to me, guys, what did you do in the first half..." Tang En stood at the door with his arms outstretched, as if he wanted to praise his players, and the players all expected this.

"...It's really shit!" I didn't expect it to be unexpected.

"Our chances are precious, so every attack must be treated well." When he said this, Dunn glanced at Viduka, "We should not be satisfied with a score like 0:0 in this game. Arsenal is a team that understands us. 1:1 aggregate score is very dangerous, I think you all know this. The only way to ensure that we can go through is our goals. In the second half, don't be satisfied with keeping the tie. Guys, we want to win! Try to score early and put out the fire of Arsenal's hope." He made a "pinch" gesture.

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The half-time arrangements of the two coaches are very brief, which is based on their understanding of each other.

After the first round of the match, Wenger must have known that George Wood could also be used as an offensive midfielder at critical moments, and he would definitely make special arrangements for this, so Twain didn't need to use it during the intermission Repeatedly told Wood how to attack. The Forest team's offensive routine in this game is not this, Wood is still a defensive midfielder.

Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the players had to embark on the journey again.

Watching the players go out one by one, Dunn called Wood to a stop at the end.

Watching him open his mouth, Wood said ahead of time: "Less fouls, right?"

Tang En nodded.

"Do you want us to advance to the final in this game?" Wood asked again.

Tang En continued to nod.

"I'm important to the team, right?"

nod.

"Then if I play timidly, the team will definitely be affected. What if we lose the game because of this?"

This question made Tang En speechless. He never expected that Wood would say such a thing. "George... Are you, are you possessed by an alien soul?"

Wood ignored Tang En's words, "You made a mistake, boss. The team's victory should come before I don't get the third yellow card." After speaking, he turned and ran out of the locker room.

Tang En looked at his back and couldn't say a word for a long time. He even forgot that he was going back to the sideline coaching bench.

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