Chapter 73 George Wood's Football Philosophy

When Drogba received the football, there was no Forest defensive player by his side. Chelsea's tireless mobilization of Forest's defense finally played a role, helping Drogba get rid of the annoying defense at the most critical moment.

The difficult move of turning around and shooting is as ordinary as eating for him. "Warcraft" Drogba is best at shooting balls with such unconventional movements.

The distance was too close, and Van der Sar could not save it, so he could only watch the football enter the net.

At that moment, the Stamford Bridge swayed and the mountains shook, and huge cheers sounded. The blue sea brought out huge waves, temporarily submerging the red rolling lava.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea!" The fans wearing blue jerseys shouted this name. At this moment, you can't hear anything except this sound.

Seeing Drogba score, Mourinho rushed out of the coach's seat, slid, knelt on the ground, raised his arms and celebrated with the people around him.

Chelsea coaching and bench cheers were thunderous.

"Chelsea's offense finally received a reward! A beautiful offensive organization tore open the defense line of the Forest! 1:0! They made a good start at home!"

As the loser, Nottingham Forest was dead silent.

Tang En sat in the position, still crossing his legs, and there was no change from before losing the ball. But the expression on his face was no longer relaxed.

No one is willing to concede the ball, whether it is planned or unplanned.

He must admit that Mourinho's move became very timely and excellent. He did not keep up with this change, so he conceded the ball.

"Ladding away, Chelsea made the Forest clear who is playing at home now!"

Tang En stood up from his seat and blew two short whistles into the field. This was his secret code to contact Wood.

George Wood heard Donn's whistle and turned around and ran over.

"Don't help defending the two sides for the time being. They want to pull you out of the middle. Did you see it?"

Wood nodded: "I saw it."

"Just in the middle. If they are willing to go on the wing, let them go to the wing. Your task is to defend the middle."

"Okay, I get it." Wood continued to nod.

"Go back and reorganize the defense line. Their passing ball is mobilizing our defense line, looking for loopholes, don't be fooled, and maintain formation."

Wood took the order and left.

The game started over and Chelsea scored a goal and his morale was greatly boosted. He hoped to take advantage of the situation to score another goal, score a lot of goals, and directly secure the victory. Although the Forest team lost the goal, they did not lose confidence and fighting spirit. Their defense was very tight.

The game was in a stalemate again.

Five minutes passed and ten minutes passed. Chelsea saw that they did not score goals in a row of attacks, and the pace slowed down.

Now it's the Forest team's turn to look for an offensive opportunity.

The Forest's offense focuses on defensive counterattacks. It does not pursue quantity, but quality. If there is no need to grasp it, it would rather give up this offense than give Chelsea another chance to score another goal. Don Eun seemed very cautious when playing away games.

It cannot be said that there is no good chance at all. At the end of the first half, the Forest team won consecutive goals and opportunities.

First, Pique cut off Drogba's dribble and passed the ball to Van der Fate, and then Van der Fate took the ball to attack. After Eastwood responded, he made a cross-swap with Van der Fate, and the football passed to him during the transfer.

Eastwood outside the penalty area did not continue to dribble forward or pass the ball to others. Instead, he directly shot outside the penalty area. The ball was very tricky, and an obvious arc bypassed Cech's hands, but did not bypass the post.

The football hit the post hard and made a crisp sound.

Chelsea fans were still in shock, and Van Nistrui of Nottingham Forest grabbed the second point. The king of the small penalty area had a very sensitive sense of smell in front of the goal. He appeared at the landing point of the ball at the first time and shot.

Cech had already fallen to the ground. He struggled to get up. But it seemed too late, and he stretched out his hand but was still far from the football.

Captain Terry rushed over and crossed in front of Cech.

"Van Nystruey!"

"It hit Terry!"

"Is it a handball?...It seems not! The referee had no words, and Terry successfully defended the goal. This was the best opportunity for the Forest so far in the first half... It's a pity!"

Terry used his chest to block Van Nistrui's shot. If the angle was wrong, it looked as if Terry turned around and blocked the football with his arm. Eastwood raised his hand to signal the referee to Terry's handball, but the referee ignored him.

Instead, he gave the Forest a corner kick.

Van Nistrui did not bother with the referee at the shot. He scratched his head with some annoyance. It was a pity that the ball did not score. He observed it specifically before the shot, except for a Cech lying on the ground.

Didn't see a Chelsea player.

When Van Nistruy shot, Don also lifted his butt out of his seat, stretched out his hands forward, ready to cheer for the goal.

But when he saw Terry blocking the football out of the ground like a general, he slapped his palms on the ground, and failed to celebrate and became a crawling and pounding the ground.

"Luck! Luck! Luck! Luck is so bad!" Tang En kept muttering in his mouth.

"Chelsea escaped, Mourinho breathed a sigh of relief in his seat. There are three minutes left before the end of the first half. If there is no accident, Chelsea will enter the halftime break with a point."

The Forest team made some adjustments to the corner kicks. The Forest team had three corner kicks before, all of which were directly towards the goal, and the effect was not good. This time they changed the short corner kick.

Van der Fate passed the ball to Ashley Yang who came to pick up. Yang did not rush to cross, but passed the ball to George Wood. The Forests planned to make full use of the last three minutes. They passed the ball patiently, looking for Chelsea's defensive loopholes.

Chelsea retreated and planned to defend until the end of the first half.

The Forest kept passing the ball from the outside, from left to right, and from right to left. Chelsea was not fooled. Their defensive formation was kept very tight and did not find the opportunity for the Forest to pass the ball in a straight line to a dangerous area.

Van der Fate is the core of the Forest team's local organization. The football has been passed to his feet many times, but he has no good chance to send the football to where he should go. Now he is more like an ordinary passer, passing it when he receives the ball, and passing it when he receives the ball.

Football always does horizontal movement.

What the Forests now needs is not horizontal passes, but direct passes with penetrating nature. If it is just horizontal passes, that is where Chelsea most hopes to see.

There was little time left in the first half, and Forests was still at a loss to defend Chelsea.

George Wood was a little anxious in the back. If he could not tie the score in the first half, it would be a big blow to his morale.

He looked around and except for the two central defenders, they all went up. But everyone may not be effective. Now there are people in front of us, and our transmissions have passed on our routes and spaces to death.

For George Wood, the offense is to move forward. If you can't move forward, it's not an attack. If everyone passes around sideways, then even if you keep holding the football on your side in the ninety minutes of the game, you will never be able to enter the door.

Do you want to say that Wood has any good pass method? No.

Van der Fate has much higher experience and ability in organizing offense than him, and he has no choice but to face Chelsea's iron barrel formation. How can George Wood pass the football in?

However, George Wood has a set of football philosophy and methods by George Wood.

He ran up. He waved his back to the goal, and waved to Van der Fate, who was facing him, signaling him to pass the football.

At the same time, the fourth official raised the sign of injury time for one minute in the first half on the sidelines. The game time has reached forty-five minutes.

Van der Fate was a little hesitant, and he also wanted to find a way to pass the ball that could cause a fatal blow and directly penetrate the opponent's defense.

Wood is getting closer and closer, and Chelsea players have noticed him.

"Be careful of that boy!" Terry roared from behind, and Essin raised his position a little. He was about to stop Wood.

"Give me the ball!" Wood couldn't help but scream.

In desperation, Van der Fate had no choice but to pass the football back to Wood.

The football was rolling towards him, and Essin followed the football and rushed towards him.

George Wood has his own set of football philosophy, which is not complicated at all, it is very simple - if it does not work in a complicated way, it will be simple and direct.

He didn't want to transfer football beautifully to a defensive blind spot - he never thought so!

At first, Essin thought Wood would pass the ball after receiving the ball, just like other Forest players involved in the offense. But soon he found out that something was wrong.

Wood's running speed and pace don't mean to stop the ball... It's obvious that he is sprinting. He is adjusting his pace. He wants...

Shoot!

Essin, who reacted, accelerated his speed and rushed out. He planned to use his body to block Wood's shot.

Wood's eyes passed Essin's body and went straight to the goal. He did not see a pass path in the crowd, but he saw a way to shoot...

Just a moment, enough!

He stepped on the ground with his left foot, raised his arm, twisted his body, swung his right leg, and thrust his feet hard towards the rolling football!

"Bang!"

"george_wooooooooooo...gooooooooooal!!what_a_great_goal! Awesome goal!"

The football crossed the sky above Stamford Bridge like a comet, and fell into the ball net, which aroused a lot of light.

Cech hasn't even changed his position.

He was blocked by the crowd at the front of the penalty area. When he saw the football appear, the ball seemed to tear through the sky and rushed out of the rolling clouds. It instantly arrived in front of him. It was too late to do something again. The football roared through his ears...

It's too fast, too powerful...

This is George Wood’s football philosophy and method, simple and direct, and the most effective.

"George Wood! This is his first goal for Forest in the European Champions League! As a defensive midfielder, his shooting level is not praised. But this kick... is a world wave, no doubt the world wave!"

Cheers were heard at the same time in the taverns in Nottingham.

"You're the best, George!"

"Fuck them, captain!"

At the same time at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea fans were temporarily silent, and Forest fans were ignited by this goal.
To be continued...