champion godfather

Chapter 101 Volume [-] The Fateful Showdown in the Sky of Nottingham

Wood quickly returned to Tang En's side, he looked at Tang En, and Tang En looked down at his watch: "Is it 3 minutes so soon? Well...let me tell you what you should do after it goes up. He grabbed Wood and pointed to Cesc Fabregas, who was running and passing the ball on the field, and showed him, "Look, the opponent's number 25, do you see it?"

Wood nodded. "I see."

"He is Arsenal's midfield commander, the center of the team, and the key to whether Arsenal can beat us in this game. His name is Francesc Fabregas, remember his name, His appearance, his number. Then go up and bite him one-on-one, stare him dead, freeze him. Don't let him easily receive the pass from his teammates, don't let him pass the ball easily, if he wants to take it by himself The ball breaks through and knocks him down. Do you understand?" Tang En turned to look at Wood, the young man seemed to be looking forward to his own appearance this time, he couldn't calm down beside Tang En, he kept bouncing around , as if still warming up.

Is that right, always with a cold face, looking like a robot, who likes it?It is a normal boy to look forward to, get excited, and get excited.

"Yes, I see."

Suddenly Tang En's attention was attracted by Wood's dishonest legs. He frowned and looked at it, then asked, "George, where are your leg guards?"

"Not wearing it."

"Why don't you wear it?"

"I don't like it, it's uncomfortable."

"That's no good, go put them on. Shin pads are there to protect you from harm."

"I won't get hurt."

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. Go put it on, or I won't let you play!" Tang En said sternly.

It worked, and Wood ran back immediately.Seeing him randomly stuffing the shin guards into his socks, Tang En shook his head helplessly.There is a saying that this kid may not be wrong... There is no one in this world who can hurt him on the court.

With a dead ball opportunity, the Forest team made a substitution. George Wood, wearing No. 55, replaced James Biomont, No. 18.

Brady saw the Forest team change, and he glanced at Wood's number. "55?" Generally, people who use this kind of big number, apart from their personal preference, are because their status in the team is not high, and the substitutes and good numbers are picked up by others. Number, putting on such a number is equivalent to announcing to everyone: I am a substitute, I have no ability!
He didn't understand what Tang En would do with this kind of person?
"Who knows who that number 55 is?" He turned his head to look at the coaching staff, coaches, team doctors...all of them shook their heads to answer his question.

That's right, not only the coaches of Arsenal, but no one in the whole world knows who the tall guy with No. 55 is.Where does he play?How is his playing style?How is his technique?What are his strengths and weaknesses?How is his temper?Is he a genius or a waste?Is he a rising star or an ordinary person destined to be mediocre?

For this football world, George Wood is a blank slate.You can write a thick and colorful stroke on this white paper, or you can smear a few strokes indiscriminately and then be crumpled up and thrown into the trash.

Now, in front of the strong team Arsenal, in front of Professor Wenger who has a pair of discerning eyes, Wood will mark the first stroke of his career.

It's really exciting!

George Wood, who played, went straight across half of the pitch, ran up to Arsenal player Cesc Fabregas, then stopped, staring at him closely...

Tang En rolled his eyes, and he also heard Chris Lak's sigh behind him.

Arsenal's coaching bench burst into laughter.Brady laughed the most exaggeratedly, his facial muscles were convulsed, and he couldn't speak smoothly: "Okay... well, now we are clear, he is the one who is responsible for defending Cesc Fabregas...haha!"

On the field, Cesc Fabregas looked strangely at this player who was taller and much stronger than himself. He was not a purebred white man, because his skin was the wheat color that represented mixed race, and he was not bad, very handsome of.

No. 55... Such a late number, do you want to use this kind of person to defend against me?
He moved his eyes away from Wood, and fixed on the head coach of the Forest team, Tony Twain.

Hello, Mr. Coach.Can I understand that this is your contempt for me?

Off the court, even the fans of the Forest team couldn't understand Tang En's substitution.

"Hey! Who is that number 55? Does anyone know?"

"Is he a fool? Man-to-man standing in front of each other like this?" Someone complained loudly. "What is Tony thinking? Putting on a big idiot can prevent the opponent's No. 25?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was dragged in front of him by John.Fat John's angry wide face appeared in front of his eyes, like a 22-inch widescreen monitor, quite visually impactful.

"Shut up! Don't underestimate him!" John growled.

The person who laughed at Wood was petrified, forgot to nod or shake his head.

Someone next to him asked John: "John, do you know that number 55?"

Bill nodded and answered for John: "George Wood, Tony picked it up from the street."

"How is he playing? Where is he playing?"

This time Bill shook his head. "We didn't watch him play either, but Toni valued him a lot."

Someone in the crowd blew a whistle to express their displeasure.

"Shut up!" Fat John threw the poor thing in his hand aside, and then shouted, "No one is allowed to doubt his ability!"

"Why, John?" People asked in a hurry.

"Yeah, he didn't prove his ability at all...does he have any ability?"

"Because...he is Gavin's idol! He is Gavin's favorite player, the player he is most optimistic about!" The fat man shouted as he stared at everyone.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down.

Fat John cleared his throat, took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and posed: "Sing with me now! Woodwood! Woodwood! Grow into a forest!"

"Papa papa!" This is the fat man beating the beat with his hands.

"Wood! Wood! Woodwood! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest!"

"Clap clap clap!"

"Wood! Wood! Woodwood! Grow into a forest! Forest forest!"

"Clap clap clap!"

"Forest forest—forest!!"

These people followed John and Bill and they sang the temporarily adapted song loudly, cheering for George Wood.

Except for the relevant personnel of the two teams, they are the most crowded and concentrated. They attracted almost everyone's attention when they started singing.

Tang En looked back and saw John and the others who were singing for Wood seriously, and grinned.

The Arsenal coach side also noticed this sudden situation.Brady couldn't laugh anymore, he was a little stunned—couldn't this person be nobody?To have so many fans support and like him, and even made up a song for him, this shouldn't be the treatment of an idiot!
No. 55, who are you?Is it Tony Twain's secret weapon?

Off the court, the coaches of the two teams were not paying attention to the court, nor were the players on the court. Almost all of them turned their heads and cast strange and surprised eyes at the forest fans. Under everyone's gaze, they still acted like no one else Wood sang.

wood?Wood?
The Spanish teenager standing in front of Wood tilted his head slightly, and his sight was also attracted by the singing fans outside the field.

Only George Wood didn't react after hearing the singing, and still stared at Cesc Fabregas in front of him.

Because Tang En said to himself: bite him, stare at him, freeze him... kill him!

In the first team, the French teenager Clichy, who was Ashley` Cole's substitute, passed the football to Cesc Fabregas in front, and then buried himself in the sprint, hoping to make a wall-style two-for-one cooperation with his teammates.But after he ran over, he realized that the football had not been passed as he wished.

Almost at the same time Fabregas received the pass from Clichy, he was hit from behind by George Wood.So when he lost his balance and tried to maintain his balance, he naturally couldn't pass the football to where he wanted to pass it, and the football was kicked out of the sideline by himself.

Fabregas complained to the referee that Wood's action was a foul, but the referee ignored it.

This level of physical collision is almost as common as eating and drinking in England. If you are hit, you will be called a foul, and the game will be interrupted dozens of times.If you can't hit the opponent, it can only show that your body is not strong enough.

Seeing Wood successfully defending Cesc Fabregas one-on-one, Twain and Chris Lack next to him gave each other a high-five.This kid performed better than anyone expected. After ten months of tempering, he is no longer a kid who was at a loss for the first time and then shoveled someone's leg.

Cesc Fabregas is confident and so is George Wood.Cesc Fabregas is not stage-frightened, and George Wood never knew how to write "scared".So what about your genius boy, the golden boy of the World Junior Competition?My George Wood newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!

In order to prevent Wood from rushing up again when he was catching the ball, Fabregas had to put his body forward to catch the ball. At the same time, he took advantage of the situation to turn the football back, made a big bend, and adjusted the direction of attack.Did you get rid of you now?

Do not!
Fabregas turned around and found that the hot air exhaled from Wood's nose had sprayed onto his face!
The bastard!Pursue!
Fabregas, who found that the football under his feet was very dangerous, quickly adjusted his body again, turned his back to Wood again, and finally protected the ball.But wouldn't his hard work in such a big circle in front of him be futile?

This opponent was very silent and didn't say a word, but Cesc Fabregas could always hear the sound of breathing coming from the back of his spine, sticking to him like a ghost, unable to get rid of it...

(End of this chapter)