Chapter 145: Meter cylinder

When Guardiola got the starting lineup for Nottingham Forest before the game, he saw the name on the forward line. He thought for a while, and then asked his assistant: "Ibissevic is injured, too?"

Bilanova shook her head: "I haven't heard of such news. We only know that Eastwood must have been injured and missed the game."

Guardiola fell into deep thought when he heard what his most trusted assistant said.

He really didn't know why Tony Donn sent this completely unfamiliar striker when Ibiszevic was not injured. He didn't even have any information about the person in front of him, he only knew that his name was "Aron Mitchel". This was because it was written on the starting list. Before he saw the real person, he didn't even know how high Mitchel was. Not to mention the technical characteristics of this person, his true level...

He frowned. Barcelona's training in defense is aimed at Ibissevic, while Ibissevic is sitting on the bench. Barcelona's defenders know nothing about the person in front of them. How should we defend in the game? Watch for a while before talking? I hope Nottingham Forest will not use this to score the goal...

It seems that this is the only way. No one in the coaching staff is familiar with this "Aron Mitchel", so it is even more impossible for Barcelona players to be familiar with this player who has never heard of before.

This happened before the game started. Guardiola is now sitting in the visiting team coach's seat, watching the game on the court. Next door to him, the home coach's seat and the head coach's position are empty. The Chinese assistant coach looks like a head coach, but he is a little too nervous.

Guardiola still unconsciously turned his attention to the stands, as if he could find Tony and Don from so many people. In fact, he found nothing.

At this time, Don En enjoyed football surrounded by a group of fans with his closest earth.

"You rarely watch the game in this position, Tony?" said John, the fat man sitting on the left, and he was still on the people around him.

"I have been sent to the stands many times, but it is the first time I have been watching the game while sitting in the stands where hardcore fans gather. Well... It's true that this is much better than the coach's seat."

"Why don't we change it? You'll come here in the future, and I'll go there to sit there." John pointed to the coaching seat of the Forest Team below.

Tang En grinned and chuckled, and didn't say anything.

Bill on the other side poured a basin of cold water on his friend: "I bet you can't sit for even forty-five minutes."

"You don't put your own level on others as a standard, thin guy!"

Taking advantage of the two of them being bickered, Tang En turned back and looked up. Nottingham Forest gave the two supervisors of UEFA very good treatment and arranged their actions into the VIP box. But this was actually Tang En's arrangement. Including sitting in the stands was also Tang En's idea. Since we are at home and have the benefits of the home court, we must make good use of them, otherwise it would be a waste of resources.

Arranged to sit in the North Stand not really to be able to enjoy the competition with old friends here. Tang En has other goals.

He glanced back at the box, and never found two black-clad game supervisors, but he was sure that the two must have watched the game with drinks on it.

So he interrupted John and Bill’s argument about who is more capable of sitting in the Nottingham Forest head coach position.

"Hey, guys. I want to discuss something with you..."

John and Bill stopped arguing and turned their heads to look at him. "If you have anything to do, just say, Tony!" This time they reached an agreement.

"Well.  It's like this... UEFA people tried every means to stop me from contacting the coaching seats and players below, so I don't have any communication facilities..."

"I'll lend it to you!" Bill took out his cell phone, but was photographed by Don Eun.

"Don't take it out, it's not even possible to borrow someone else's cell phone. Do you think they don't know what I'm doing here when they sit there?" Tang En pointed at it without turning around. "They each have a high-power telescope."

"Wow, it's like this!" Bill was surprised. It's just a supervision, why bother to be like a voyeurist...

"I prepared it for them." Tang En smiled.

"Ah?" Both of them were surprised.

"I want to show that I cooperate with their work very well and will never play tricks. Prepare a telescope for them to prove that I have no ghost in my heart. But in fact..." Tang En smiled very badly, and that made John really want to punch him.

"I really can't contact the following through any communication means. But UEFA did not prohibit fans from shouting, right?" He smiled again, his eyes narrowed together.

"Hey, Tony! Don't go around the corner, just say it! What do you want us to do?" Bill was a little anxious. He is not a person with good patience.

"Sometimes I may need to give the latest instructions on the situation on the court, but I can't tell my coaches, nor can I let the players know what I think. But I think maybe I can tell them with your mouth. If I have information to tell the people below, I hope you can shout it out for me. But don't be too deliberately. Just like cheering for the team in the stands... In this way, when UEFA asked me, I also had a reason. They can block my mouth, but they can't block your mouth. Ha!"

John laughed with Don Eun. He now felt that Tony Don Eun's mind must be different from everyone else, otherwise how could he come up with so many tricks?

Bill reacted a little slowly, but then he suddenly realized.

"It's OK, Tony!" he shouted excitedly, "We're happy to go against UEFA! I've long disliked those people in suits!" He also waved his fists.

John also patted Donne on the shoulder: "Just think you are standing in the stands to direct the game. We are your assistant coaches."

Tang En nodded to the two: "Thank you!"

John smiled and said, "As long as you can win Barcelona, ​​embarrass UEFA. Don't say you can send a message to you. You can just let us pave the way!"

After he said that, he got up and left his seat to inform the fans nearby.                                                      �

Five minutes into the game, Barcelona's offensive was very strong because they kicked off first and could use their technical advantages to keep the football on their side. Another reason for Barcelona's offensive was that something seemed to have happened to the iron gate of Nottingham Forest midfielder today... George Wood turned his head to the north stand for that person many times during the game. He felt it was strange that he always thought that as the captain of the team, he should be someone who could stand alone. But when he habitually glanced at the coach's seat before the game began. But he couldn't find the familiar figure, he was a little uneasy...

From when will he be regarded as an object to rely on?

This is ridiculous! I am George Wood. I have been working alone in the slums since I was a child and taking care of my mother. I don’t need to rely on anyone!

Although he thought about this, he still turned his attention to the North Stand incurable...

There are so many people there, and I can't find anything at all.

Just as he turned his head, Iniesta passed the ball through his defense. He didn't react.

"George is a little absent-minded..." Tang En murmured in the stands with a frown.

Bill, who was next to him, raised his ears, "Do we need to shout this sentence?"

"Ah? Uh, no need." Tang En waved his hand quickly. The side effect of asking fans to help make a mic-tube is that whatever he says may be misunderstood to be shouted out loud... If someone is too enthusiastic, there may be embarrassing scenes such as thousands of fans shouting "malegebide" in unison. Because he is used to talking in his mouth when watching football, and it is all in Chinese...

He didn't know where Wood was wrong. But judging from his performance in the past few minutes, he always looked around on the court and was not focused on the game. This is a rare situation. George Wood has always been known for his concentration, concentration and seriousness and dedication. This situation like today should not happen to him.

So what's wrong?

If he was off the court, he could stand on the sidelines and yell: "George!! What the hell are you doing!! Put your attention to the game!"

Although he has fans as a megaphone, he is not a big deal.

Tang also noticed Wood's abnormality. But his reaction was different from that of Don Eun. He lowered his head and pondered for a while before he figured it out. So he smiled and raised his head, turned around and went back to find the loud voice Chris Lack: "David, tell me what to do with George, Tony in the middle of the North Stand."

Chris Lack was a little strange: "Didn't you say it in the locker room?"

Tang smiled: "Maybe someone didn't hear it at that time."

Chris Lark shrugged and stood up from his seat. He really felt that his assistant coach was like a nanny in the local area, and he had to take care of everything...

After taking a deep breath he shouted: "Joe—Ji!!"

Wood heard Chris Lack's voice, and he turned his head and looked over, and found Chris Lack's pointing to the north stand: "He's there! In the middle! Don't look for it! I think he must be dissatisfied with your performance!"

This sentence worked very well. Wood glanced at the North Stand and devoted himself to the game again.

When Messi was planning to break through from him, he was disturbed by him. The ball bounced on the turf and hit his feet and broke out of bounds. It was still considered the outbound ball of Nottingham Forest.

"George Wood was a little out of shape for five minutes at the beginning of the game. His position allowed Barcelona players to break through many times. But now it seems that there is no problem! Messi was planning to use the same trick again, but he fell into trouble. Not only did he not make a breakthrough, but he gave the Forest a goal under the personal interference of Wood.

Messi also felt that the wind direction had changed. He was like a zebra on the African savanna. As the wind direction turned, he smelled the smell of lions from the low bushes. He raised his head smartly, raised his ears and visited everywhere vigilantly.

Whether George was willing to admit this feeling or not, he felt very at this moment. The previous one was like a lion who was dozing in the afternoon, lying lazily under the bushes, letting the little rabbits jump over from his nose, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

But when the last ray of light of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, night fell. Our lion stood up from the shadows. His eyes were shining with cold light, staring at the prey.

He is hungry.

When Wood re-entered the game, Barcelona's five-minute advantage disappeared immediately. In addition, there was a very bad news - their people were completely unable to adapt to the ruined venue of the city stadium.

When Silva ran to the air on the left road and raised her arms to ask for it, Xavi keenly noticed that there were no forest players nearby to guard him. So he swung a fake shot and passed the ball over.

Such a pass is as simple as walking for the Spanish national team's core organization - the premise is on a normal turf. On the city court, the ball he passed eventually rolled out of bounds. Silva raised his leg and did not receive it. Because the football suddenly jumped to the left when he was in front of him and flew directly out of the sideline!

The Catalonian commentator thought at first that the two men made a mistake in cooperation, but unfortunately missed such a good opportunity. But then Barcelona's pass dribble made mistakes one after another, and he felt something was wrong. When he first saw the court, he just thought the quality of the turf was not good. Some places were exposed, but now he found that the soil under the turf had problems!

"I don't know how Nottingham Forest Club maintains the turf, but I know that there will be no professional football club in the world that maintains the turf like this. This must be Tony Donn's idea again! This... is really not a sports ethics!" He doesn't have to consider any fairness. He is a Catalan commentator, and the people who listen to and watch his program must be Barcelona fans. He doesn't need to consider the mood of England fans, so he did his best to detract from Barcelona's opponents in the program, and the response was also very good.

After Silva made a mistake in receiving the ball, Boyang had another very good opportunity. After breaking through Woodgate, he almost faced Akinfeyev alone. But just as he was swinging his legs to shoot, the football suddenly jumped up on the uneven grass! He kicked his feet for nothing, but he almost twisted his knees to support his feet... Fortunately, he reacted quickly and threw the entire center of gravity out. Although he fell to pieces and was very embarrassed, he was finally not injured.

As for football, naturally, Akinfeyev was easily obtained by attacking.

Akinfeyev, who held the football, had not forgotten to smile at Bo Yang, who was lying on the ground.

"It's almost ten minutes to start. Barcelona relied on the advantage of possessing the ball after the opening game and launched several threatening attacks. George Wood was distracted and caused Nottingham Forest to have loopholes in the defense. But Barcelona scored no goals. Their players seemed to suddenly not be able to play football, and their performance on the court was very... funny. I think this must be related to the venue. To be honest, the turf on the city stadium is really bad! Barcelona wore yellow away jerseys in this game, but I guess their jerseys will turn brown at halftime..."

Seeing his players perform like this, Guardiola, who was sitting on the coach's seat, shook his head. He really had no choice. He is not Superman. He cannot move the Camp Nou turf to England in an instant and then spread it on.

He can only hope that Nottingham Forest is also restricted by this stadium, even if it is 0:0 in the end. Barcelona has advanced.
Chapter completed!