Chapter 620: Volume 5, Red, Slightly Unlucky

Chelsea took advantage of Makelele's sudden god-foot to break the deadlock, with Nottingham Forest trailing at home. This made the players of the Forest team a little unacceptable, and quickly launched a counterattack after conceding the goal. However, this counterattack is the product of impulse, and has not been carefully planned. At the beginning, Chelsea was in a hurry to parry because of the fierce offensive of the Forest team, but after they survived the first few minutes, they could cope with the disorderly attack of the Forest team.

What makes Forest feel unacceptable is not falling behind Chelsea at home, which is a common occurrence for them. The real reason for their displeasure was that Makelele scored the goal!

They were in exactly the same mood as Twain—we made the best defensive arrangements, everyone worked hard to ensure that every offensive point of the opponent was under their control, and their offensive players really didn't get any decent results. Chance. This shows that our defense is very, very good. but……

but! Who would have thought that Makelele would hit such a wonderful long shot? Who would have thought? Nobody! The man who is least likely to score the most beautiful goal...doesn't it make people lose their cool?

Facing such a Forest team, Chelsea simply played a defensive counterattack, let them attack, press up, and then counterattacked through the midfield with quick and concise passes.

After Van der Sar, George Wood and others had been busy for a while, coupled with Tang En's yelling from the sidelines, the Forest team finally regained their composure and began to gradually return to the formation that was too high. Unhurriedly grinding up the midfield.

The game has returned to the state of dissatisfaction with the commentator.

Just now when the Forest team suddenly rushed up and bombarded Chelsea's penalty area, while Chelsea responded with a quick counterattack and made the Forest team's defense jump for a while, the commentator was all excited. After waiting for a long time, I want to see this kind of game, and I want to explain this kind of confrontation.

So Twain doesn't have much popularity in the commentator circle. Except for John Mortensen, most people don't like to commentate on the Forest team's game, because looking at the Forest team's game with a neutral and objective attitude, It's just torture - the win-only game is dull most of the time.

Seeing that the team's defense was organized again, Tang En finally calmed down, and stopped chirping and dancing like monkeys on the sidelines.

He walked back to the coach's bench again, and then shook his head at Tang who was beside him: "It's not okay to ignore the midfielder and directly pass a long pass, especially against an opponent who is one goal ahead and intends to defend, Tang."

Don nodded, but said nothing.

In fact, every game, as an assistant coach, he will carefully observe the situation on the court here, and then perform "simulation calculations" in his mind-if it is him, what should he do, what will be the consequences of doing so, whether it is good or bad …and compare it with the final adjustment made by Tang En.

This time he just said it, and it turned out that his simulation calculations were wrong again.

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By the halftime break, the score on the field had not changed again, 0:1, and the home team Nottingham Forest was temporarily behind.

The players who returned to the locker room have gradually calmed down. This kind of scene has been seen a lot, and it will not make them dejected. Dunn also had the intention to joke with them: "Well, I admit that after Makelele scored, I finally realized how Mourinho felt after George Wood scored in the first leg of the Champions League semi-final last year. ..."

He spread his hands, and a burst of laughter erupted in the locker room.

Someone else winked at George Wood who was sitting in the corner.

"In fact, we should see that apart from that goal, they didn't have a good chance. But because we lost the ball, the advantage was no longer on our side, and we started to counterattack in the second half. On the premise of a solid defense... counterattack! But This time... we will not go sideways."

It is said that Nottingham Forest's wing strength ranks first in the Premier League. I am afraid that not many people have opinions. Although the assist leader Ashley Young is gone, the four of Frank Ribery, Martin Petrov, David Beckham, and Alan Lennon are still the wing assaults that make opponents fearful Hands, they have different characteristics and excellent skills.

Tang En also paid great attention to the role of the side in the offense. Many of the Forest team's offenses were launched from the side. Opponents study the Forest team, but also focus on their wings, whether it is offense or defense.

In the current game, the Forest team can already feel the trouble that the opponent's research has brought them.

"We won't go to the side this time, we will go to the center." Tang En looked at George Wood sitting in the corner and smiled. "George!"

Wood stood up obediently, and looked at Tang En silently.

"Remember what Demi said to you before he left?"

Wood nodded.

"give it to you."

Twain drew an arrow from the second half of his side to the opponent's penalty area on the football field plan on the tactical board. Turning to Wood, he said: "When we're attacking, I'm asking you to... like this, forward. Van der Vaart is the playmaker, he'll pick the right moment to get the ball to you - if you run into space. If If you are being targeted, help him tear apart Makelele, Essien, and other messy defensive players. And you." Dunn threw away his pen and pointed at the others, "Don't think that there is no chance. Run away, Nottingham Forest's football chances are all run out, tearing me a big gap in their well-organized defense! Now we are behind and they are ahead, I bet that guy Mourinho will let it go The team played defensively in the second half and dealt with us like we deal with others. So we can't wait for the opportunity to appear as usual, we have to create our own opportunities, run... keep running for me, both sides Avant-garde cross-positions, forwards cross-positions, forwards and attacking midfielders cross-positions, in short, we can't let the opponent guess our action intentions, and when the two full-backs should be plugged in, be firm to me."

Bell and Rafinha nodded. They started this game. This is what the two full-backs who like to attack most want to hear.

"Nichlas." Tang En looked at Bendtner again.

Bendtner and Zimbunda were called back by Dunn from the reserve team before the second round match against Besiktas. In that game, he needed Bendtner's height, header, and strength. The tactic he arranged to deal with the Turks was a high-altitude ball. Because the opponent's main central defender Zan was injured in the league, Besiktas lacked air defense capabilities. Twain took advantage of this and arranged for Bendtner to start. Nistruy was placed on the bench. Bendtner, who held back all his strength, did not disappoint Dunn. The final score of that game was 8:0. Bendtner scored four goals by himself, three headers, one tackle, and beat Bendtner. Sixtas' line of defense was shattered. Not only that, he also used his height and header to play for his teammates, directly assisting one goal and indirectly assisting two goals. When he was substituted in the 83rd minute, the fans gave him a standing ovation.

Twain understood the magical effect of "carrot and stick", so he praised Bendtner by name at the post-match press conference and let him start the league. As for Zimbunda... the game against Besiktas came off the bench in the second half, and this game is still on the bench.

"Niclas, your task is not to score goals. If we attack, you run forward and go up, and the opponent's defense will definitely follow you back. You just push their defense back and give us a push. Others on the board create chances to score goals." Dunn wrote and scratched on the tactical board, letting Bendtner understand what his mission was in this game.

Bendtner didn't say anything, and he didn't nod to show that he heard clearly. The expression on his face seemed a little unwilling. He has not yet recovered from the state of scoring four goals in the Champions League, so he was a little reluctant to accept the job of covering. Tang En could see it, but he didn't have the time to take care of this kind of thing. Winning is the most important thing now. He doesn't want to lose to Mourinho.

He just added, "You're a tactical center, get it?"

This time, Bendtner nodded.

In this game, Ribery continued to be absent due to injury. Petrov started on the left and Lennon on the right. Both of them are fast and good at breakthroughs. But Dunn didn't ask them to pass from the bottom, but cut inside the penalty area from the ribs at the right time. If there was a chance, he could even break through with the ball and disrupt the opponent's defense.

With this arrangement, Bendtner, as a high center forward, can really only do cover work in front of the goal... The Forest team's offensive point is not with him at all, but with the midfielder who inserted in the back, and a little Like a shadow striker, a bit like a winger, and a bit like the Russian midfielder Arshavin.

After laying out the specific tactics, Twain asked the players to rest and get ready to play. He himself walked out of the locker room.

Diagonally opposite the locker room of the home team, there is a cross. Turn right and there is a corridor. Turn right again, and you will find the door of the locker room of the visiting team. When playing, the players of both sides came out from the doors of their respective locker rooms, walked through a corridor, and walked to a spacious hall, where they gathered for a while and waited for the referee. Then go forward with the referee and there is a corridor leading to the court.

The entrance ceremony that makes the fans cheer starts here.

Tang En walked to the hall. At this time, the hall was deserted except for a few stadium staff. The noise from the stadium outside could still be clearly heard, but it was a bit messy without a unified organization. Most of the fans choose this time to go outside to buy some drinks and fast food, or go to the bathroom for convenience, and it is still raining today, so there are not many fans in the stands.

Dunn wanted to smoke, but he didn't smoke in a place like the stadium. He didn't want to send any bad signals to the players and others. He turned around and walked towards the bathroom dedicated to coaches.

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Mourinho stood in front of the large mirror over the bathroom sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He had just washed his face with cold water, and there were still drops of water on the tip of his nose and eyebrows.

The atmosphere in the locker room made him very uncomfortable. The team that was originally united to fight for the championship was falling apart.

Although they took the lead, the atmosphere in the dressing room at halftime was not lively. The rumors of these days have obviously disturbed Chelsea's internal affairs. The pro-Mourinho such as Drogba's dislike of Abramovich is not a day or two, and it is incidental to Abramovich's insistence on buying it. Shevchenko also didn't take it seriously.

He also has proud capital-when Shevchenko first came to Chelsea, because of the aura of the world's top striker, some media once speculated that Mourinho would make Shevchenko the main force at the expense of Drogba . So someone asked Drogba what he thought of the competition with Shevchenko. Drogba said proudly at the time: "Shevchenko is an excellent striker, but I am not afraid to compete with him. I will prove my ability."

Later, Shevchenko's performance in Chelsea's first season was very unsatisfactory. He was called a "parallel importer" by the English media, and he even created a list of the top 50 parallel importers in the Premier League. However, the center Drogba, who was not favored before and considered to be rough in technique, still maintained his high scoring rate, saved the team at many critical moments, and his state was as stable as ever.

The scene of "Shevchenko squeezing Drogba away" speculated by everyone before the season did not happen, but these people are worried about whether Shevchenko will return to AC after a lackluster season in England. Milan's arms...

Drogba was brought to Chelsea from the Ligue 1 by Mourinho and trained as a world-renowned center forward. So far his most brilliant achievement is at Chelsea and under Mourinho. Rinho's feelings may be compared to Ribery and Twain of the Forest team.

Basically, most of the people who bought Chelsea after Mourinho took office were standing behind the head coach. Ballack and Shevchenko were not reused because they were not liked by Mourinho. What a favor Mourinho has. There is also that Grant who always stands behind Mourinho, as if Abramovich has inserted into the locker room to monitor. The relationship behind the locker room is really complicated.

Mourinho is not a naive child who believes that teammates in a team should be friends. He likes the feeling of being in charge. Now some people in the locker room don't listen to him, which makes him very angry and helpless.

Angry because he was deprived of power, helpless because he could only accept the result.

After arranging the tactics for the second half, he ran out to breathe. I washed my face in the bathroom to clear my mind.

He can no longer control the locker room. Some people listen to him on the surface, but he can't control what they think behind the scenes.

A white tissue appeared in front of Mourinho's eyes. He recovered and saw an extra person in the mirror.

"Why are you still crying when you're ahead, Mr. Mourinho." Tang En's harsh voice sounded.

"Have you ever seen tears running above your eyebrows?" Mourinho retorted, "Perhaps your physical structure is different from ours, Mr. Tang En?"

Tang En didn't fight back, but instead smiled happily.

"Still so happy after falling behind?" Mourinho continued to sneer.

"No, it has nothing to do with the score game." Tang En smiled, then took out a cigarette and handed one to Mourinho.

"No, thank you, I don't smoke." Mourinho refused with a straight face.

Tang En shrugged and ordered for himself.

Facing the mirror, Mourinho wiped off the water droplets on his face with the tissue provided by Tang En, and then wiped his hands before throwing the used tissue into the trash can.

"Thanks for the tissues, bye."

Mourinho didn't want to be in the same room with Tang En. He said goodbye to Tang En and was about to turn around and leave.

"Mr. Mourinho..."

"Huh?" Mourinho stopped and looked back at Tang En.

"...Goodbye." Tang En waved his hand and added, "See you on the court later."

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The second half started again, the rain did not stop, Mourinho still stood on the sidelines, letting the rain beat the wind. Tang En also changed the way he paced back and forth in the first half, and stood on the sidelines to soak in the rain.

The Forest team began to counterattack. Amidst the cheers of the home fans, their counterattack momentum forced Chelsea to temporarily give up their counterattack plan and concentrate on defense.

According to the understanding and analysis of the forest pair, Chelsea put the focus of defense on the two wings. They saw that Bell and Rafinha, who did not assist much in the first half, pressed frequently after the start of the second half, which strengthened their determination to defend the wing.

For a while, the Forest team concentrated their superior forces on the right to attack, and then moved to the left to seek open space. It was no different from usual.

Just when everyone thought that the Forest team's wing attack would be crushed in front of Chelsea's iron wall, George Wood stepped in.

No one is watching him!

"Pass the ball to George!" someone in the stands shouted impatiently.

Van der Vaart didn't look up to find his teammates, the intention of passing the ball was too obvious, he just glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found that Wood inserted from behind, and there was no Chelsea player around.

He passed the football without hesitation. Then he ran forward, intending to have a beautiful two-for-one cooperation with Wood...if he can realize it.

The football rolled towards Wood, and the moment Wood raised his foot to catch it, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground!

The referee's whistle sounded, but what sounded faster than his whistle was the overwhelming boos of the home team fans in the stands.

"Foul!" The commentator shouted.

Before George Wood could catch the ball, he was tackled from behind. He turned over and found that the person who put him down turned out to be the thin Makelele. The blow actually didn't hurt him, so he planned to get up from the ground. But before he could do that, he was pinned to the ground by Van der Vaart who was rushing forward, looking at his legs anxiously.

"I didn't..." He tried to reassure his worried teammates.

"Shut up!" Van der Vaart lowered his head and roared in a low voice, "It's more painful to lie on the ground! Hurry up!"

Before Wood could say anything, more teammates ran from all directions and surrounded him, and some even gestured for a stretcher to enter the field. Others were in charge of protesting to the referee, yelling at the Chelsea players that their men were being too rough.

"This action is very big...George Wood fell to the ground in pain. He seemed to be injured, and the injury was not serious...Since his debut, George Wood has never missed a Forest team game because of an injury. , will this time be the first time he will never forget?" The commentator kept talking, and the TV screen played a slow motion replay of Makelele's foul just now, but judging from the action, it was indeed ruthless. , George Wood was turned upside down.

The "perpetrator" Makelele stood outside, as if nothing had happened, with a relaxed face, and he shouted in French through the crowd.

"What is that bastard yelling?" Gareth Bell didn't care whether Makelele was a senior on the court or something, and he was in no mood to respect the old and love the young after hurting his brother.

Ribery and Zimbunda are not on the court, and the Forest team now has no Frenchmen, but Kompany, as a Belgian, can still understand French. He and Bell are both "protecting" Wood in the inner circle, and he translated: "It's like...'Get up, boy. I didn't hurt you, you...know.' Uh?"

The two looked down at Wood, and Wood, who was lying on the ground, was also looking at them.

"I'm definitely not hurt," he said. "He scooped the ball first, then turned me over..."

Van der Vaart interrupted him again: "If you don't lie on the ground for a while, how can we get him a card?"

There was a small commotion on the pitch, such a commotion would appear in almost every match between Forest and Chelsea, and more than once, the fans in the stands booed excitedly and followed suit.

The referee finally showed Makelele a yellow card. The Forest players next to them are still "angry protesting":

"Such a foul should be a red card!"

Team doctor Fleming led people into the crowd dragging a stretcher. He knelt down and squeezed Wood's ankle: "No bone was hurt..."

"I'm not hurt..." Wood said helplessly.

"Shut up!" Fleming took out the spray from his bag and sprayed Wood's legs. Then he said to the two people behind him, "Take him down."

Wood quit. He was obviously not injured, but he was going to be carried off. In his heart, being carried off could only be the treatment his opponents received. If he did this, it would be a shame. He strongly objected and rejected the idea. "I said I wasn't hurt!"

Fleming also knew that Wood was not injured, and he knew more about Wood's temper, so he waved his hand and waved back the two staff members: "Okay, then don't lift it. Come down with me, but pay attention to walking slightly. Limp a little, don't be too obvious...don't walk too fast. Alright..." He stretched out his hand to hold Wood's hand, making a vigorous gesture. "... get up!"

Wood stood up.

"Remember what I said, go slowly!" Fleming whispered next to Wood. From the audience's point of view, it seemed as if they were concerned about the injury.

Seeing their captain stand up again, huge applause broke out from the stands of the City Stadium.

"George Wood walked off the field, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured..."

Wood stood on the sidelines and made a gesture to the referee asking to enter the field. The referee waved his hand, and he kicked the ground suddenly and jumped back. Look at this explosive power, how can there be a trace of injury?

Tang En was still a little nervous when he saw Wood lying on the ground and didn't get up for a long time. He was relieved when he saw that Wood could walk off the court by himself. Then he saw Wood rushing back to the court quickly, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Unexpectedly, Wood would run back in such a healthy way. Fleming was also a little surprised and annoyed. He gave the figure a hard look and walked back.

Tang En stretched out his hand to him: "Is that kid alright?"

"Healthier than a bull in heat." Fleming gave Tang En a high-five angrily, and then walked back to his seat.

Tang En looked back at Makelele of Chelsea on the field, and smacked his lips: "Unfortunately, it's just a yellow card..."

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In addition to this yellow card, another gain for Nottingham Forest was a direct free kick at the front of the penalty area, which was taken by Bell.

Bell set up the football and asked Wood, who was standing next to him, "Did he really shovel you?"

Wood answered the question with a straight face: "No."

"Hmm..." Bell turned his head to look at Chelsea's goal. Cech was nervously directing his teammates to line up the wall to block the area near the near corner in front of the goal. Everyone knows Bell's free kick level, and this position is the favorite of left-footed players. However, the anger is gone, and there is some emptiness...

The referee blew his whistle, and Wood, who stood beside him as if covering for Bell, didn't even move, and Bell started to shoot.

The football drew an arc, skimmed the wall beautifully, and flew towards the near corner of the goal.

Cech fought his way from the far corner, but he missed the ball.

Gareth Bale's free kicks are not very high, and they always fly over the wall, so the speed is faster than ordinary free kicks, and the arc is weird and unpredictable, making it difficult for the goalkeeper to judge.

Seeing that the football was about to dive into the goal net, it slammed into the crossbar and popped out of the baseline.

There was a huge sigh over the city stadium. Everyone couldn't help but hugged their heads and sighed for the beautiful free kick that missed.

Tang En on the sidelines, like them, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. This time he yelled out loudly: "What a fucking pity!"

Compared with Tang En, who was as restless as a monkey, Mourinho was still in the same posture, and Bell's free kick crossbar did not surprise him too much.

"The score is still 0:0! Chelsea escaped a catastrophe! Maybe Mourinho can really defeat Tony Twain in this game, luck is on the side of Chelsea who are playing away..."