Chapter 831: Volume 6: Crimson Giant's Waltz

"Aaron Mitchell! Beautiful header from outside the penalty area! Nottingham Forest evened the total score!"

Huge cheers erupted from the city stadium.

Barcelona's head coach Pep Guardiola was furious on the sidelines. When the football was "rubbed" into the goal with Mitchell's head, he also threw the water bottle in his hand.

"Who the fuck is this kid!"

The two assistant coaches, Vilanova and Eusebio, wisely chose silence at this moment.

Guardiola's anger was not aimed at his own team. In fact, they could still score a goal under such field conditions, which is already very good. What made him angry was that he didn't know anything about the striker from Nottingham Forest. Naturally, he couldn't make targeted arrangements without knowing anything. For example, he didn't know that No. 9's header was so good, otherwise he would definitely not let the team give Bentley the chance to kick the ball from the side...

After a while, Vilanova said: "Maybe... things are not as bad as we imagined? At least the total score of the two sides is now tied, and the away goals are also tied. We still have a chance for extra time... ..."

Guardiola frowned and shook his head, and said in a bad mood: "The team's state is useless to play overtime...The players' physical energy is exhausted very quickly when playing on such a field."

He was right. Even if Nottingham Forest accidentally dragged Barcelona into overtime, they were not worried at all. Tony Twain had already taken this possibility into consideration before the match. The physical fitness of the Forest players is enough to ensure that they complete a 120-minute intense game, but Barcelona can't. Playing on such a bad field requires a lot more physical energy than usual. Playing for another 30 minutes is just to increase the possibility of their players being injured.

It's no wonder Tang En wasn't in a hurry after losing the ball.

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Barcelona's coaching bench was full of mourning, and the players on the field were not much better. After Barcelona's goal, their morale was boosted, and they hoped to make persistent efforts and score the second goal. In that case, it would be almost impossible for Nottingham Forest to reverse. Unexpectedly, now that the second goal is missed, Nottingham Forest will score another goal...

When they saw the football flying into the goal, their hearts almost went cold at the same time.

What scares them is not the score, but 70 minutes into the game, and they still haven't been able to adapt to the feeling of playing on this kind of field. On the contrary, Nottingham Forest is like a fish in water with ease. What will be the final result of the game going on like this? They didn't even dare to think about it.

Barcelona stepped up their defense against Mitchell after the restart, but this time Mitchell was even better. Barcelona's players can prevent his shots, but they may not be able to prevent his passes. As a beacon in the frontcourt, he can not only score goals by himself, but also create various opportunities for his teammates. His height is his biggest weapon. At the same time, the ball-stopping and ball-protecting skills he showed also made it impossible for Barcelona's defenders to take him-once he was squeezed behind him, then don't want to succeed in stealing the ball without fouling.

Abang Lahor also got two threatening shots because of Mitchell's outstanding performance.

To add insult to injury, four minutes after Forest's goal, Messi withdrew after spraining his knee during a tackle. The withdrawal of the team's soul due to injury was a real blow to Barcelona. Looking at the eyes of many Barcelona players on the field, they were a little confused... They really don't know how to play such a game.

When Messi was injured, the Catalan commentator began to scold Tony Twain and his Nottingham Forest non-stop, scolding them for being unsportsmanlike and destroying players' bodies in order to win.

And England's commentator let out a sigh of relief: "Finally, some players were injured... It's just unreasonable to play on such an uneven field and no one was injured!"

When Messi was injured, Guardiola finally couldn't take it anymore. He rushed to the sidelines and found the fourth official-the former referee who had been injured before-he pointed to the field and said to the fourth official: "This is what can be done." A venue for a Champions League match? It’s uneven and my players get hurt! Is that allowed?”

It's a pity that Tang En was not on the sidelines, otherwise he would definitely come out and refute him without hesitation: "UEFA has agreed, what are you calling?"

The fourth official shrugged helplessly: "There is nothing we can do, Mr. Guardiola."

"After the game I will complain to UEFA! How can such unsportsmanlike things be allowed to happen?"

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"Hey, look!" John suddenly pointed to the coach's bench off the court, where Guardiola was saying something to the fourth official emotionally. In fact, everyone knows what he said, just look at his actions. —he was pointing at the field.

"Ha! Are you red-eyed?" Tang En laughed in his seat. "Want to cry to UEFA mother?"

"I guess he must be protesting to cancel the game, or to complain to UEFA!"

"Too useless!"

Deafening boos immediately sounded against Guardiola from the North Stand. Even Tang En booed inside. He can't go down and scold Guardiola, of course he can only boo here.

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The fourth official comforted Guardiola and said: "We will write these situations into the game report, but please go back now, Mr. Guardiola."

Guardiola walked back with a dark face. The boos got louder and louder, and he pretended not to hear them.

Messi was finally carried off on a stretcher, with a painful expression, and the team doctor's expression was also ugly. Seeing this scene, Guardiola couldn't help but want to swear, he looked up to the stands where the boos were the loudest. He couldn't find Twain, that guy was hiding among a group of fans, he was dressed the same as them, it was impossible to tell which one was him.

UEFA fined him to stand in the stands. From this point of view, maybe he was doing him a favor...

Guardiola gritted his teeth thinking so.

Messi could not continue the game, and Guardiola replaced the young midfielder Busquez, wanting to strengthen the thickness and control of the midfield. Busquez, who is 1.89 meters tall, has outstanding physical fitness. His playing may change Barcelona's weakness in headers. At the same time, his style of play is simple, and he is also very suitable for handling the ball on such a court.

Before going on the field, Guardiola patted Busquez on the shoulder and said: "Be careful, don't get hurt..."

This is really helpless.

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After the game continued, the Barcelona players were all angry. This is also very normal... Who wouldn't be angry to see their teammates get hurt because of this terrible field? What's more, they themselves may follow in Messi's footsteps, and they can't calm down when they think of this.

Even Piqué let go of his relationship with Nottingham Forest, and brought down Mitchell without hesitation in defense. His approach "won" Nottingham Forest's boos for him, and he didn't feel any embarrassment anymore.

Nottingham Forest didn't care what the Barcelona players thought. They continued to attack Valdez's goal as always, trying to resolve the battle within 90 minutes.

However, Busquez's playing did play a role. His height and physical condition helped Barcelona complete the midfield defense very well. In the header competition, he and Piqué teamed up to defend against Mitchell, thus freeing Puyol, and Abanglajo had no chance.

So Nottingham Forest began to try to use more long-range shots to seek scoring opportunities. This kind of offense often ends hastily after attacking the frontcourt.

Tang En was very dissatisfied with this, and waited for a while to see that there was no sign of any change in the team. The fans shouted from the North Stand: "Be patient! We have the advantage! Don't shoot blindly!"

"Okay, guys. I'm sure they heard it." Dunn asked them to stop after shouting several times, he didn't want to be too explicit.

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As the game progressed, Barcelona's players began to withdraw their defense gradually, and then everyone retreated to half-court. They don't have more spare energy to attack now, so naturally they can only concentrate on defense. They hope to keep the score, at least there are 30 minutes for them to fight again.

Tang stood up from the coach's bench. He felt that it was time for the team to attack, so he made a gesture to indicate that the whole line should be pressed.

"Nottingham Forest's offensive is quite fierce! Barcelona's full line of defense for this...Look at how many Barcelona players were in the penalty area when Nottingham Forest attacked this time? Eleven! All back!" Satisfied, "Who said that Nottingham Forest played conservative and utilitarian football? Such scenes are not common in offensive football, right?"

Such a scene may be a shame to the Barcelona fans, because they have always compressed their opponents like this in previous games, but they have never shown such a embarrassed side.

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Mitchell felt that since the 1.89-meter kid came on the field, his pressure had increased a lot. Sometimes he can win headers, but he is not very obedient when he hears the ball. It seems that Barcelona have made special arrangements for his height and header...

If this continues, Mitchell doesn't know if he can use his head to contribute to the team. He has played almost a whole game. In such a long time, he has been playing against two of Barcelona's best The defender's direct confrontation consumes much more energy than his last game in the league. His jumping and sprinting aren't as strong as they used to be, and there are times when he's no longer guaranteed to be stuck in position.

When Bentley passed the football, he was squeezed behind by Piqué at the last moment when he was stuck. When he tried to squeeze back, he felt as if he was pushing a locomotive. Unable to jump up, I watched Piqué push the ball away in front of me.

Barcelona counterattacked, and the teammates were quick to return to the defense. He had more than enough heart but not enough strength, he put his hands on his knees, panting heavily. In the past, he always came off the bench. Although he started in the previous league game, he was replaced midway, and he didn't even play a complete game. Now he has persisted for more than 70 minutes in such an intense game, and he doesn't know if his body can last until that time.

George Wood cut off Silva's pass to Boyan in the backcourt, and he made a direct long pass without hesitation.

Mitchell, who was still panting in the frontcourt just now, planned to jump up to catch the ball, but was sentenced to offside-he was busy resting, but forgot to look at the surrounding situation.

"Is being too tall physically a weakness..." Tang En muttered to himself in the stands.

Then Mitchell got another chance, but this time when he got the ball under his feet, he quickly lost it under the defense of Piqué and Busquez. At 2.02 meters, he was even squeezed to the ground by two people who were not as tall as him, looking vulnerable.

The Barcelona fans started laughing at the stupid big man in the stands.

"Aaron Mitchell has fully exposed his lack of physical strength. He is too thin and can do nothing under Barcelona's tight defense. His performance is worrying. Maybe the Forest team should consider replacing him?" Even the commentators began to question Mitchell. "He scored a goal and for a young man making his debut in such an important game, he did enough. Forest's coaching staff couldn't ask him to do more because it was impossible."

Chris Lack also noticed that Mitchell's performance during this period was not as active as before, which is obviously related to Barcelona's targeted defensive arrangements. Guardiola found that the situation had improved after replacing Messi with Busquez, and simply replaced Xavi with Keita. The team changed to 442, with three defensive midfielders and one offensive midfielder. It is difficult for the Forest team to get the ball to Mitchell's feet now, and Barcelona's midfield defense has become tougher. Another reason is that Mitchell's physical fitness has dropped dramatically...

He asked Tang to discuss: "Aaron seems to be dying, the opponent's defense against him is too strict, and his physical strength is also a bit high... This is the first time he played such an important game, and he also fought against Puyol and Piqué. Eighty minutes, I think he did a good job... Are we considering substituting him? The most important thing is..." He hesitated, and expressed his concerns, "Tony insisted on starting him, he His performance is very good. But I am afraid that if he continues to play like this, the confidence he has just built up will be destroyed. You must know that Piqué and Puyol are not ordinary defenders. Let him fight these two strong enemies. We are a little too reluctant..."

Don frowned. He is also considering whether to replace Mitchell and replace him with Ibisevic, who has better physical fitness and better shooting skills, to make an impact. But his thinking always inevitably diverges in another direction-if it was Tony, what choice would he make?

He found that if it was Tony, he would probably insist on keeping Mitchell on the court.

So do you also agree to do so?

"David...I don't think Tony will agree to change him..." Tang hesitated.

"But now the two of us are directing the team, Don!" Chris Lark was a little dissatisfied with Tang Lao using Tony Twain as a shield.

Don also seemed to feel that he was too weak, that he couldn't always follow Tony's lead. He thought about it and then made his own choice: "Let's wait a little longer, give him another five minutes..."

Chris Rack nodded and said nothing more.

The game entered the seventy-ninth minute, and there were only ten minutes left.

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Once again, Nottingham Forest organized the attack.

Keita, Yaya Toure and Busquez formed a wall in front of Barcelona's penalty area and held off Forest's attack.

The midfielder of the Forest team really wanted to send the football to Mitchell, but under the strict defense of the opponent, even if the ball passed, Mitchell couldn't hold it at all, and the ball would be lost soon. What is the need to pass it on?

Thiago held the ball and was a little confused. He wants to pass it on, but he doesn't know who to pass it on to. Just as he was looking around and hesitating, his ball was poked away by Keita.

The Barcelona fans in the stands burst into loud cheers, but their cheers stopped abruptly just as they started. Because Keita's ball was also broken by George Wood.

When Keita succeeded in stealing the ball, Barcelona wanted to counterattack and their formation pressed out a little.

Mitchell found himself offside again, so he followed suit. This time, you can't let your teammate's pass become offside again. But this time he retreated a lot. Instead of being the lighthouse at the front, he simply retreated to the position of Abang Lahuo in one breath-a bit like a shadow striker. Is it overkill?

After George Wood steals the ball, he sees that Barcelona's defense line is retreating in an emergency, which happens to keep a distance from Mitchell who is running back. So far, he has been unmarked!

Wood passed the football without hesitation.

Piqué saw that the football was passed to Mitchell, so he rushed forward. He has seen through this big man, he knows that the opponent's physical fitness is close to collapse, as long as he puts a little more force behind him, his ball will be lost.

Mitchell's stamina is indeed exhausted, and there are only two things on his mind now-catch the ball and don't lose the ball. As for where the opponent is, who the opponent is, and how they will deal with him, he has not thought about it at all. The oxygen-deprived brain made his thinking easier, and all the redundant things were stripped away.

Piqué rushed up, and he decided to speed up and go around Mitchell, making a sudden defense, and while cutting off Mitchell's ball, he took advantage of the opportunity to hit Nottingham Forest's counterattack!

Good idea, but...

After receiving the ball with his back, Mitchell slid the football with his heels, jumped up and stepped on the ball, turned around and then pulled the ball, turning 180 degrees around Piqué, dribbling the ball to avoid Piqué's defense ! Piqué went forward and made Mitchell's beautiful extraordinary this time!

"Wow! It's amazing!" the commentator couldn't help shouting. "Marseilles turn around!"

The person with a height of 2.02 meters makes graceful waltz-like movements, which is indeed very visually stunning...

At this moment, Mitchell threw the warning of the boss "not to show off your skills" to the sky. When football came, more than two years of hard training allowed his body to automatically make the most suitable choice-no head, no body, just use his own foot skills to deal with it.

After being passed by Mitchell, Piqué was a little dazed. He froze on the spot and even forgot to return to defense—he had no idea that the opponent happened to pass him while he pounced, and he still didn't know it How did the other party do it.

Thanks to the help of Busquez, Puyol has been focusing on Abanglaho and others. He did not expect that Piqué, who played well in the whole game, would be passed so easily, and he was a little caught off guard.

Fortunately, Busquez was very focused. When Mitchell passed Piqué, he rushed up to defend.

Mitchell suddenly made an emergency stop outside the penalty area, and after pulling away from Busquez, he swung his foot to shoot!

Busquez stretched out his foot to block it, but he didn't expect it to be a fake move by Mitchell!

He took advantage of the opportunity to dodge Busquez and broke into the penalty area!

"Cross two people in one breath! God, what did we see? A two-meter-two big man showing off his footwork in front of Barcelona's defense! Is Ibrahimovic possessed by a soul? This world too crazy!"

Busquez, who was dunked by Mitchell, could hardly believe his eyes. He slipped and fell to the ground and turned his head to look at Mitchell in surprise, but at this time he could only see his back.

At this moment, Mitchell and the Mitchell understood by Guardiola are two completely different people. He does not take advantage of his height and header at all, but uses amazing foot skills! Guardiola, who saw this scene off the court, sat in a chair and suddenly felt a failure-how much does this kid not know! Who the hell is this kid falling to the ground!

Mitchell himself seems to have entered a mysterious state of ecstasy, perhaps because he is too tired, and his body instincts in turn dominate his consciousness. Whenever an opponent is in front of him, his legs will automatically move. Make moves and lead him all the way forward. He didn't know who the faces that appeared in front of him were, he only knew that he was going to get past them!

"Son! Pass him! Pass him!" Mitchell's father saw this scene in the stands and shouted excitedly.

Although Busquez's blocking did not succeed in blocking the ball, he at least bought time for Puyol and other defensive players.

I saw Mitchell go through two people alone and go deep into the penalty area. Puyol and other Barcelona defenders surrounded them. They dropped their original defensive target and attacked Mitchell aggressively.

Mitchell didn't look up, and after entering the penalty area, he swung his foot and shot again!

Puyol took a big step in front of him, intending to block the opponent's shot with his body.

It was actually a feint as Mitchell snapped the ball back with his left foot. Puyol's experience has long expected him to do this, so he was unmoved at all and just stuck the position.

Unexpectedly, Mitchell's smash was not over yet, and he used his right foot to snap the football back to its original position. After two consecutive spikes, it finally opened a gap, and Mitchell continued to interpolate! Puyol couldn't keep up with the too fast change of center of gravity, and his body froze in place.

"Three!" The narrator shouted excitedly.

Breaking through Puyol's defense, Mitchell has only Valdes in front of him. He swung his foot and made a gesture to hit the goal.

Regardless of whether he came for real or fake this time, Valdez had to make a defensive move. He fell to the ground and threw himself in the direction where Mitchell might shoot, while Alves faced Mitch from behind. Chell made a flying shovel. Even if he fouled, he couldn't allow this kid to play with three Barcelona defenders and score easily!

Don't even think about completing such a beautiful goal in front of Barcelona!

Mitchell seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without looking back, he pulled the football to the right, and he jumped up. Deceived Valdez and also avoided Piqué's flying shovel.

Although he avoided Piqué, he also lost the chance to shoot at the first time.

Alves wanted to come up to grab the ball, Mitchell leaned his body, and his 2.02-meter body pressed on him. This time he swung his foot again, the fourth time!

But it's not a feint anymore...

"Mitchell! Mitchell! Mitchell!" From the moment he broke into the penalty area, the commentator kept chanting Mitchell's name, louder and louder each time. Because if he didn't shout louder, he wouldn't be able to hear what he was shouting even with sound-proof earphones—the whole city stadium was like an erupting crater, constantly emitting huge cheers, one wave after another .

"Mitchell! Mitchell - GOOOOOOOAL!! Brilliant goal! Brilliant goal! Great goal! A big man over two meters tall with his long legs playing the Barcelona defender to his heart's content Guys! He single-handedly overthrew the entire defense line of Barcelona! What a miracle! Who would have thought that this big man would have such delicate footwork! Hey, Mr. Tony Twain, he has really been kicking for the past seven years Defender?" England's commentator was almost insane, while the Catalan commentator on the other side was completely silent.

"On such a rough surface, not even Messi can guarantee possession of the ball, but he is a big man at 2 meters and 22! He has flattened the Barcelona penalty area like a giant! The football is docile at his feet He is like a sheep, he walks on the ground! The city stadium that made Barcelona's skilled players suffer is like the lawn in the back garden of his house, and he used his long legs to draw a wonderful picture on it!"

"Listen to the cheers from the city stadium—!"

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"Aaron! Aaron! Aaron Mitchell!! If you don't know the name of Nottingham Forest No. 9, you are out of date!"

This is the voice of the fans of Nottingham Forest, and it has become the only voice in the city stadium during this period of time.

Tony Twain held his head in his hands in the crowd, and couldn't believe his eyes. He knew that compared to shooting ability and physical confrontation ability, Mitchell's foot skills are better, but he didn't expect to be so good that he can firmly control the football on the uneven and extremely difficult to control the ball. Underfoot, four people in a row shook the goalkeeper away, and finally sent the football into the empty goal.

Is this something that normal strikers can do?

Good luck, shit luck? But good luck will only favor those who are prepared...

Amid the uniform cheers of the fans, he seemed to see a new rising star rising.

And his opponent Guardiola slumped on a chair, and he didn't even have the strength to scold "who the fuck is this kid".

If he really lost this game, he had to admit that he hadn't expected Tony Twain to boldly use a newcomer in the game. He knew nothing about this newcomer, which was the main reason for the loss of the game.

He thought that the rookie was tall, and generally speaking, he must be bad at jumping and heading, but Mitchell's header from outside the penalty area gave him a slap in the face. Next, he thinks that this person has a good height, a good bounce and a good header, so his foot skills must be poor. According to the general law, such an analysis is flawless and impeccable.

He was wrong again...

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When football enters the goal, Mitchell just wakes up like a dream? He looked at the football quietly parked in the goal, and then looked back at the Barcelona players lying on the ground. He still couldn't believe his eyes.

I scored?

How did you get in?

It seems to be... seems to have passed all of them?

ah! Ruined! The boss must scold me! He said that I'm not allowed to show off my feet...how did I forget!

Mitchell, who was a little frightened, was startled by the huge cheers coming from behind. He looked back to the stands, countless arms were waving, and everyone was shouting his name.

"Aaron! Aron! Aaron Mitchell! Aaron Mitchell!! If you don't know his name yet, you're out of date!"

He couldn't find the leader in the crowd because it was all arms and excited faces. He wondered if the boss was among the cheering crowd.

He retracted his gaze from the stands, and when he cast his eyes on the court again, he saw that his teammates were rushing towards him with open arms.

Then he was thrown to the ground, and his ears were filled with hoarse roars.

They were chanting: "Aaron you bastard! You stole all of our thunder!!"

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PS: I didn’t feel very good after writing this chapter, so I overturned and rewrote it again. In order to make the character of Aaron more vivid and three-dimensional, I don’t know if the effect has been achieved. However, I seem to be basically satisfied with it.

If everyone agrees with my point of view and enjoys watching it, then use a monthly ticket to smash me to death!