Chapter 93: Tough guy

The stadium part of Luzhniki Stadium is undergoing large-scale literary performances, but Shania, who is sitting in the box, has no concern about it. She came here just to watch the game, and she didn't even go out shopping.

She just wants the game to start early now, because if the game doesn't start, Uncle Tony will stay in that mysterious locker room and not come out.

Fortunately, the literary performance came to an end soon. As the fans on the scene pushed the cheers to the next level, the starting players of the two teams finally lined up and walked out of the corridor.

The silver-shining championship trophy is placed directly opposite the exit, separating the two teams. Chelsea players can't help but turn their heads when passing by this trophy. Many people in the team have the first chance to get in touch with this honor, ninety minutes, or one hundred and twenty minutes, after more minutes, can they hold the trophy in their own hands?

The players of Nottingham Forest are also looking at this trophy, with a flash of fanatic light in their eyes. The boss is right, since the reform of the Champions League, no team can successfully defend the title. Why can't we create history and miracles again? Nottingham Forest is a miracle team, which appeared on this stage to create history and miracles, otherwise what should we do?

When the players of the two teams entered the court, Don Eun led the rest of the coaching staff and the substitute players out from the side. Near the coaching seat of the Forest team, there was a group of Nottingham Forest fans. After they saw Don Eun coming out, they shouted excitedly: "Tony!! Hey-Tony!"

When Tang En heard their shouts, he turned around and waved his hand, with a serious expression on his face.

"You know what we want! Champion! Champion--"

The group of fans howled and watched Tang En come to the coach's seat.

Then Tang En stood there, the rain was a little lighter, but it gradually wet his clothes and hair. He didn't want to sit back to the coach's seat to hide from the rain. His players were lined up on the court to take photos. He held some necessary ceremonies before the game.

"He's so cool." Gronia, who was sitting next to Shania, whistled.

Shania looked alertly at the Hollywood strong woman who came to Moscow to watch football with her.

Noting Shania's little move, Gronia smiled: "Don't you think?"

"He is a fool, not cool at all." Shania curled her lips.

Gronia went from smiling to laughing.

"You two are fools, haha!"

Shaniya pouted. It was not that she didn't want to refute it, but she felt that she really couldn't refute it...

"Do you need my help, Shania?" Gronia blinked at Shania.

Shania knew what she was talking about, but she shook her head: "No need. Thank you, Chris. But I want to solve it myself..."

Gronia didn't say much when she saw the little girl persisting.

As the captain of Nottingham Forest, George Wood lost while guessing coins with Chelsea captain Terry, so Chelsea won the right to pick the side, while Nottingham Forest got the right to kick off.

The crowds in the literary and artistic performances have long dispersed. The players on both sides have finished taking photos and have stood on the court according to their formation. A big battle is about to break out.

It was not until the tee whistle sounded that Tang En turned around and returned to his seat. The suit he was covered in rain. Tang handed over a dry towel and asked him to wipe the water from his face.

"It's exactly the same as what we predicted." After observing Chelsea's starting eleven players, Tang En said to Tang. He said it was "we". In fact, in a controversial position, the right place was Tang. The real football coaching level is different.

"If you only pay attention to 'strange' in this kind of final, you may not get good results." Tang had his own reasons and considerations. "Grant is not a gambler. Or he is not a pure gambler. At this time, he still cares more about 'stability'."

Tang En nodded and agreed.

"Friends, welcome to watch the finals of the UEFA Champions League in 2007-08! The two sides are from Nottingham Forest and Chelsea in England. The latter is the first time in the club's history to reach the Champions League final, while the former is the defending champion. This is a 'English civil war'. Chelsea and Nottingham Forest have had many grudges in the domestic leagues, such as the most famous one is that since Nottingham Forest led by Tony Donn returned to the Premier League, Chelsea has never defeated them in the league and the Champions League. This may be a small curse? In this sense, Chelsea may have certain psychological disadvantages against Nottingham Forest in this game. "

However, at the press conference before the game, Grant had already denied such a bullshit psychological disadvantage. He didn't want to talk about this embarrassing record at all. The reason is very simple. It is not that he did not defeat Nottingham Forest and felt embarrassed, but because this was another bad debt left by his ex-Mourinho, and he felt that he had no obligation to pay off his debts for Mourinho who stepped down.

He never mentioned topics like Chelsea had not defeated Nottingham Forest in the locker room before the game. Perhaps this might arouse strong fighting spirit, but Grant was afraid of backfiring. He put the players in a real psychological disadvantage. After all, he is not an expert who is erect in the locker room to motivate players' emotions.

He told his players that the most threatening offensive method of Nottingham Forest is their two wings, so Tony Don will definitely consciously strengthen the team's offense on the wings in this final. Chelsea also should focus on the wings when defending. And they should confront them - Nottingham Forest takes the wings and we also take the wings.

At the beginning of the game, just as Grant expected. Nottingham Forest took advantage of their kick-off and launched a decisive attack through the two sides from the beginning.

In the fifth minute, Gareth Bale actively stepped forward and made a cross from the side. The football hit Essin's leg, who played the right-back, and changed the line. He rushed straight to the near corner of the goal. Fortunately, Cech had not moved yet and immediately fell to the ground to stop the football. Apart from the shocking Chelsea fans in the stands, there was no other loss.

"Ah!" Bale seemed very depressed. He held his head with both hands. If the ball was in a terrible way, the final might be easy.

He was still upset, but George Wood had already called his name from a distance: "Go back, Bale!" He was asking Bale to return to defense. Because the ball did not go out of the baseline, it was directly caught by Cech. Van Nistrui interfered with him in front of Cech and did not allow him to launch a quick counterattack. But he could not do too much, as it would attract the "care" of the referee for himself.

Cech bypassed Van Nistrouy and indeed threw the ball to Essin. Chelsea wanted to launch a counterattack from here.

Before the game, Grant asked the whole team to compete against tits. What is tits? That is to say, if Nottingham Forest attacks from the left, then once we intercept the ball, we will immediately be on their left. We will launch a counterattack on the right and hit the left empty after the fullback is inserted. Success is an opportunity to directly threaten the opponent's goal. Even if it is not successful, it can make the two full-backs of the Forest team sprint back and forth and run away. They can't hold on to such a high-intensity game in ninety minutes. When their physical strength drops, their movements deform, and their attention is not focused, it will be Chelsea's opportunity.

Seeing Essin get the ball, Ribery rushed up and intercepted it in the frontcourt. At the same time, Gareth Bale did not dare to waste time in the frontcourt, so he turned around and ran back to defend.

Of course, Don En expected Grant to do this. This is not a great tactic. The whole world will use this trick against teams that like to use full-back assists. Nottingham Forest's wing attack is well-known all over the world, and the two offensive full-backs are well-known. Fools will not use their assists to intervene behind them. But they cannot limit the two full-backs and require them not to assist, which is equivalent to self-destruction. So Don En's countermeasure is to deploy layers of defense, from the front line to the front line, and then to the back line, to counter-robbery and interfere on the spot. Give the assists to the full-back back to the defense.

As for physical fitness, he is not very worried. Gareth Bale and Rafinia are both young players, and their physical fitness and speed are in an upward period. As long as the team grasps the situation on the court, they may not be particularly tired.

Bale was just a tentative attack. Then Chelsea also made a tentative attack, and then both sides began to focus on defense tacitly. No one wanted to concede the ball at the beginning of the game, which was the final. Conceding a ball meant too many possibilities. Whether it was Done or Grant, they didn't want the game to develop into an unexpected possibility.

Although it is mainly defense, the game is not dull. It’s just that there are no goals, and the fight between the two sides is quite fierce.

Nottingham Forest's fine adjustment in the formation made Chelsea feel uncomfortable and a little awkward. Van der Fate was very upright, almost considered a "shadow forward", so he obviously had a greater threat to Chelsea goal than to drag it back with George Wood. In addition, Ribery and Lennon retracted inward and were in the ribs of Chelsea's entire formation. This position made them feel very uncomfortable to defend - between the central defender and the fullback, it was a bit similar to the three-in-rural junction.

Therefore, during this period, Nottingham Forest was firmly in control of the initiative. Fifteen minutes later, Nottingham Forest began to use this initiative to increase its attack.

In the 16th minute, Ribery forced a breakthrough from the ribs after receiving Wood's pass, and then saved the shot by Cech.

The next two minutes later, Bale inserted an assist again. He received Ribery's pass and then made a cross. Unfortunately, no one in the penalty area was in line. The football passed over the penalty area and flew directly to the other side. Chelsea intercepted the ball and happened to counterattack.

After Ashley Cole received the football, he planned a counterattack.

He first shook Lennon away from the pressing Lennon with a fake move, and then after seeing the Forest players wanting to counterattack on the spot, he decisively passed the football to Barack.

After Barack got to the football, he leaned on Van der Fate and looked at the situation on the field.

Chelsea wanted to admit that the Forests' change of lineup caught them off guard. But Done also had to admit that he was a little risky to do this - he was too dependent on George Wood. Since Van der Fate and Ribery, Lennon was in the front position, Wood was basically guarding the second half of the midfield. As long as the opponent used the pass to adjust him, he could pass the midfield without any resistance and face the Nottingham Forest's back line directly. For Chelsea, who has many long-range masters, facing the back line is considered to be a range.

Both Marklele and Lampard were running forward, and George Wood chose to defend Lampard. After all, Lampard is much more threatening than Marklele in terms of offense.

Barack saw this scene without hesitation and rubbed the ball under his feet, passed a ball over the top and flew straight...Marklele!

Wood saw this situation halfway through the run, and quickly braked. He turned around and rushed towards Marklele.

"Chelsea's counterattack! As long as Marklele can pass the ball to Lampard, he will have room to play!" the commentator shouted loudly.

The football was still in the air, and Marklele saw George Wood running towards him with great momentum. He knew Wood was powerful and this attack must not be stopped here, otherwise Nottingham Forest would definitely take advantage of their opportunity to go forward and attack Huanglong from the middle.

spell!

The two of them jumped up at the same time while running at high speed and rushed towards the football.

It seems that Marklele will hit the ball first, and his rich experience helped him. Wood, who rushed over, was not as flexible as on the ground. If the opponent was destined to hit the ball. The only way to stop it was - he hit Marklele's forehead with his head!

With a dull sound, the football popped out, and the two of them fell to the ground, and neither of them stood up.

The referee Mitchell's whistle sounded, judging from his gestures, it was George Wood's foul. This penalty aroused the dissatisfaction of Nottingham Forest players. They believed that such a 55-point ball, if two people collided, how could the Forest team be punished for a foul?

Chelsea players are also so angry. Such a fierce impact is simply to murder Marklele! What are your Forest players protesting here?

The players of the two teams quickly flocked together and were about to do a big fight. The tension brought by the final spread from the first second of the game, and now it is almost Mars.

"Bastard! What are you going to do!" Chelsea's Maluda pushed Ribery away. "Do you want to fight?"

"You have hit us local people!" Ribery wanted to rush up and punch the nigger, but Lampard hugged him tightly.

"Push them away!"

"Bell, what are you going up there!"

"Calm down!"

"Look at our players, who was fouling?" Van Nestroy was protesting loudly to the referee. He pointed at George Wood, who was slowly turning over and sitting up.

The referee followed his eyes and then made a gesture to ask the stretcher to come on the court.

This "Iron Man", "Tough Man", "Alien", "Future Warrior" and "Monster Shrek" who had almost never suffered any harm in the game were covering his eyes with his right hand, and red blood oozed out from it through his fingers. Marclayle was curled up weakly and handed it on, covering his head with his hands, with a painful expression.

It seems that both of them are seriously injured.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" Tang En walked around in annoyedly in front of the coach's seat. Team doctor Fleming had already run up with people, and there was a stretcher behind him. "Let them calm down! This is only twenty minutes! It's not the first time that the finals are played. Why are they all like powder barrels, just a little bit?"

"Maybe it's because George was actually injured..." Tang whispered.

There is such an unknown "legend" in Nottingham Forest: George Wood is a monster that will never be injured. No one in the world can defeat him on football and training grounds. Although it may be a bit exaggerated to say this, seeing Wood is not at a disadvantage no matter what opponent he is fighting against, as his teammate, you will feel a sense of security.

Is this monster's weakness the head...

"Look at his performance and Marklele, who seems to be more seriously injured?" Tang En pointed to the field and asked loudly.

George Wood sat on the ground, his head drooping, covering his bleeding wound with his hands. But nothing else was wrong. Marklele curled up on his hand, as if he was still shaking - shock and twitching?

God!

Both Chelsea and Nottingham Forest team doctors have rushed into the crowd. Their arrival has helped the already terrified head coach separate the players on both sides and temporarily calmed their emotions - they both focused on their injured teammates. George Wood was bleeding for the first time, while Mark Laile had a concussion.

"This is a very, very fierce collision. Both sides seem to care about themselves and others. They only have football in their eyes..." The commentator's tone was not as excited as before. Now the situation of the two people is unknown, and it would be bad if an accident occurs.

Fleming knelt in front of Wood. He pulled away his hand and blood dripped down his cheeks onto his clothes.

"Is it a headache to break a hole?" he asked.

"No." Wood replied in a deep voice, feeling gritting his teeth.

Just next to him, Chelsea's team doctor lay in front of Marklele, stretched out three fingers, and shouted loudly: "Claude, what is this? What is this?"

"Three..." Marklele's faint voice came to George Wood's ears, and he didn't care that Fleming was checking himself. Turning his head and looking over. The Chelsea team doctor was slowly turning his body and letting him lie flat. While turning over, Marklele saw George. The two looked at each other. Marklele muttered something and closed his eyes to rest. George Wood didn't hear it clearly.

"He said, 'Man, your head is so hard'." Ribery squatted down and looked at George Wood's bleeding corners. "How do you feel, George?"

"No feeling."

"Your head is indeed very hard!" Ribery curled his lips.
To be continued...