Chapter 53: The Fatelike Confrontation (Part 2)

Can't get rid of it?

The child Fabregas's competitive spirit came to mind. He hit back hard, hoping to break a little distance for him to make movements.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not move at all, as if he had hit a wall made of huge rocks, and almost pushed the reaction force forward. Fabregas, who was staggering, suddenly had an inspiration.

He stumbled forward with the trend, then chased out. Then when he felt the pressure slightly relieved, he immediately swung it, making Wood behind him think that he wanted to change direction from the left, but quickly pushed the football to the right and turned around at the same time!

The inexperienced Wood was indeed fooled. When he saw Fabregas' upper body squatting to the left, he moved his center of gravity. Then he found that his opponent had escaped from the other side!

Being broken through?

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

Instead of forcibly pulling back his center of gravity, he turned from the left, circled around a long way to the right, then took a big step, and actually went along with Fabregas again!

What a terrifying explosive power!

Originally, Wood could choose to continue pressing Fabregas at this time, so he could not get the ball and pass it comfortably, but Wood was full of thought of "using fouls to stop the No. 25 breakthrough", so he simply shoveled the football and also brought Fabregas down.

The referee's whistle finally rang, and Nottingham Forest No. 55 made a foul.

"Bastard! There is not even a verbal warning!" Brady complained dissatisfiedly on the sidelines.

Wenger, who was sitting beside him, said nothing, and now his attention shifted from Donn to this mysterious No. 55. It would be difficult to make Seske so embarrassed, even if he was two or three years old.

Who is he? What is his previous football performance? How great is his future in training?

It was so interesting. I came to Nottingham with the team, just to see the performances of Fabregas, Krish and Sendros, but I didn't expect to find such an interesting kid.

With the professor's experience and vision, he has seen that Wood is not yet experienced, but his physical fitness has greatly made up for the gap with Fabregas. In addition, Fabregas is not familiar with Wood, so he is a little overwhelmed.

If there is another game, I believe Wood would not have watched Fabregas so easily. But this is not important. What is important is that Wenger saw potential from this child, the potential to turn from a rough stone into a diamond.

Wenger straightened up. He turned his head and glanced at Tony Donn, who was standing on the sidelines to direct the game. No matter what the final result of this game is, maybe after the game is over, he will have to talk to that man...

When Wenger quietly visited Wood's ground off the court, he successfully blocked Fabregas' attack on the court.

This time Fabregas finally found an opportunity to face Wood. He planned to forcibly break through this annoying person. Unexpectedly, the common problem of "turning slowly" defensive players is not a problem for Wood - although it was indeed slow when he decided to turn around... He turned around and seemed to be one step slower than Fabregas.

But what about the actual effect?

Fabregas found that he could not run past this big man, and he could always appear next to him easily. The only way he could get was to fulfill his own performance that he would be more than this person, and then trick him into fouling and taking offensive free kicks by himself.

The game seemed to have become a one-on-one fight between him and the opponent No. 55, but no one raised any objections. This kind of game should have become a contest between the best players.

Wenger looked at Fabregas who was getting up with Wood on the court. Sesque was still a little younger...

He said to Brady: "Riam, let Seske go back." He made a recycling gesture.

"You mean... let him take him from where he is?" Brady was a little surprised.

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

Brady looked at Wenger, and he knew what this decision meant - Fabregas was forced to avoid the opponent's 55th ground. To be nice, this is called "strategic retreat and transfer", but to be nice, it is "escape"!

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

"It's okay, Seske is very smart, he will understand."

Brady stood up and walked to the sidelines, then shouted: "Fabregas!" As the Spaniard looked at him, he turned his head and waved back. "Back midfielder!"

Fabregas's eyes passed over Brady, and then stopped on Wenger. The professor looked expressionless, said nothing, and did nothing. He nodded, turned around and ran back.

Seeing that his prey did not come up, but instead shrank back, Wood was a little overwhelmed. Does he need to keep up?

Just when he was undecided, Fabregas launched a fifty-meter pass attack in the midfield, and Clichy, who was inserted, received the ball and made a cross.

Papadopoulos's shot was blocked by Wes Mogan and went out of the baseline, and the corner kick! Sendros ran up.

"Tony." Chris Lak reminded Donne.

Don En nodded and responded: "I know." He looked at Brady, who was also commanding the game loudly on the sidelines, allowing the central defender to hit the front score.

This person is quite smart, but do you think Fabregas will be safe if you let him retreat? Dreaming!

Arsenal's corner kick was taken, and Wes Morgan lost in the confrontation with Sendros, allowing the opponent to hit the ball! This time, the goalkeeper Lukiko saved the team, and he headed the ball tightly on the goal line.

"George!" Seeing that the danger was eliminated, Tang En also shouted.

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" He pointed to Fabregas, who was returning to his position, "Bite him! Stay at him! Don't worry about where he is! Go up! People are staring at people, people are staring at people!" Tang En clenched his right hand into his fist and hit him hard in his left palm.

He is not afraid of his tactical arrangement being heard by the other party. What if you know it? Unless you change the core of the midfield now, I will definitely be able to win Arsenal and Fabregas in this game!

So Wood, who received the latest instructions, posted it again. This time, even if the opponent retreated into the goal line in one breath, he would follow without hesitation.

"Bastard!" Brady cursed, "Don't he care about the overall formation of the team? Does he care about the confusion of the team's offense?"

Wenger smiled from the side: "Of course he doesn't have to care about those things anymore. The one who leads now is him, not us, Riam.

A leading situation in the field can change a lot. If he stands in a favorable position, he can use things that he cannot usually use to deal with us. And if we... can't think of a better way, we can only be led by him."

Brady looked at the watch, and the game was unknowingly for another fifteen minutes, and there were still ten minutes before the game ended. "Did you give up? Arthur?"

"No, of course I haven't, the game hasn't been..." Wenger suddenly felt a chill on his forehead before he finished speaking. He looked up in confusion...

Tang En also looked up at the sky, it was raining!

It was cloudy for most of the day, but it rained when the game was about to end. The rain went from scratch, from small to large. In a very short time, the rain line was clearly visible. The weather forecast said that today was light to moderate rain...

Damn! Tang En suddenly remembered that there was a person in poor health and was still on the sidelines. He took out the folding umbrella from the backpack under the chair that he brought out today but thought it would not come in handy. Then he called Biormont.

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

Biomunde nodded, "Yes, sir!"

"Very good. Have you seen that lady?" he asked pointing at Sophia.

"See. Sir."

"Run over and give her this! Hurry!"

"Okay, sir!" Biormont took the umbrella and ran over quickly like a relay run. Tang En's eyes kept following him and saw him running to Sophia.

Seeing Sophia taking the umbrella in surprise, she saw Biormont pointing at him and saying something. Then Sophia looked at him, and Tang En could even see the smile on her face. He made an open umbrella gesture, reminding the woman to open the umbrella first and then thank her.

When Sophia obediently opened the umbrella and was about to express her gratitude to Mr. Tang En again, she saw that Tang En had turned her head back and focused on the game again.

The black men's umbrella completely covered the petite Sophia. Now no matter how heavy the rain is outside, it cannot wet her clothes.

It was not only the people on the sidelines who suddenly felt the cold rain, and it was not just the ones who were getting heavier. George Wood also noticed it sensitively.

Although he is still defending Fabregas, and although Fabregas had just received the football at this time, he was ready to launch another attack. But he suddenly threw down his opponent and turned to look at the sidelines where his mother stood.

When he saw his mother standing there with an umbrella and continuing to watch him play... his attention suddenly returned to the game.

Fabregas had already dribbled the ball and left him behind. He planned to attack himself... but this was not completely thrown away. It was just a distance of less than ten meters.

Wood turned around. He rushed to Fabregas like a tiger descending the mountain, and then ended Arsenal's attack with a foul.

He got a yellow card, and Fabregas was so angry that he could only smash the ground with his fist, splashing a pool of mud and water - he didn't expect that No. 55 would be so fast to chase back! Or the speed of returning to the soul...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and more and more people were holding umbrellas on the sidelines, and Tang En continued to stand in the rain to direct the game. In fact, there was nothing to command. He knew in his heart, and believed that the opponent also knew very well.

Wenger took the umbrella handed over by Brady and blocked it above his head. Listening to the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, the professor sighed: "Riam, this game is over, we lose."

Brady didn't speak anymore.

Indeed, with the score behind, the rain became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The field was even muddy, the players were anxious, the core of the midfield was completely frozen by the opponent's nameless boy... and wanted to turn the tables unless the rain poured back into the sky.

Arsenal coach's bench fell into silence, and the singing and cheers of Forest fans sounded from the distance. John and his hands beat the beats with their hands to accompany their singing.

"Wood! Wood! Woodwood! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest - Victory! Oh Lala! Forest Forest!"
Chapter completed!