champion godfather

Chapter 544 Volume [-] The Storm George Wood's Football Philosophy

When Drogba received the football, there was no Forest team defensive player around him. Chelsea's tireless mobilization of the Forest team's defense finally played a role, helping Drogba get rid of the annoying defense at the most critical moment.The difficult action of turning around and shooting is like eating for him. "Warcraft" Drogba is best at scoring such unconventional actions.

The distance was too close, and Van der Sar couldn't make a save, so he could only watch the football go into the net.

At that moment, the Stamford Bridge shook, and there was a huge cheer.The blue sea set off huge waves, temporarily submerging the billowing red lava.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea!" the name was chanted by fans in blue jerseys.At this moment, you can't hear anything but this voice.

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

There were thunderous cheers from the Chelsea coaching bench and the bench.

"Chelsea's offense finally paid off! A beautiful offensive organization tore through Forest's defense! 1:0! They made a good start at home!"

As the side that lost the ball, Nottingham Forest was dead silent.

Tang En sat in his seat, still crossing his legs, no change from before he lost the ball.But the expression on his face was no longer relaxed.

No one likes to concede the ball, whether planned or unplanned.

He has to admit that Mourinho's move was timely and excellent.He didn't keep up with the change and lost the ball.

"Falling away, Chelsea let Forest know who is playing at home now!"

Tang En got up from his seat and blew two short whistles into the arena.This is the code for him to contact Wood.

George Wood heard Tang En's whistle, turned around and ran over.

"Don't help defend the two sides for now, they want to tear you out of the middle, do you see that?"

Wood nodded: "I see."

"Just in the middle, if they want to be on the side, let them go to the side. Your job is to defend the center."

"Okay, I see." Wood continued to nod.

"Go back and reorganize the defense. Their passes are mobilizing our defense, looking for holes, don't fall for it, stay in shape."

Wood led the way.

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The game restarted. After Chelsea scored a goal, their morale was boosted. They hoped to take advantage of the situation and score another goal, and then score many goals to directly seal the victory.Although the Forest team lost the ball, they did not lose their confidence and fighting spirit. Their defense organization was very strict.The game fell into a stalemate again.

5 minutes passed, and 10 minutes passed. Chelsea saw that the continuous attack did not score a goal, and the rhythm slowed down.

Now it's the forest team's turn to look for offensive opportunities.

The Forest team's offense is mainly defensive and counterattack, not pursuing quantity, but pursuing quality.If you don't have the necessary assurance, you would rather give up this attack than give Chelsea another chance to score.In the away game, Tang En seemed very cautious.

It cannot be said that there were no good chances at all. At the end of the first half, the Forest team got consecutive chances to score goals.

First, Piqué cut off Drogba's dribble and passed the football to Van der Vaart, and then Van der Vaart dribbled the ball to attack.After Eastwood responded, he made a cross exchange with Van der Vaart, and the football passed to his feet during the exchange.Eastwood outside the penalty area did not continue to dribble forward or pass the ball to others, but shot directly from outside the penalty area. The shot was very tricky, and an obvious arc bypassed Cech's hands. But did not go around the post.

The football hit the goal post hard, making a crisp sound.

The Chelsea fans were still in shock, and Ruud van Nistelrooy of Nottingham Forest grabbed the second point again.The king of the small penalty area has a very keen sense of smell in front of the goal. He appeared at the ball's landing point immediately and took a shot.

Cech has fallen to the ground, struggling to get up.But it seemed that it was too late, and he stretched out his hand but was still far from the football.

Captain Terry rushed forward and landed in front of Petr Cech.

"Van Nistelrooy!"

"It hit Terry!"

"Is it handball?... It doesn't look like it! The referee didn't say anything, and Terry successfully defended the goal. This is Forest's best chance so far in the first half... What a pity!"

Terry blocked Ruud van Nistelrooy's shot with his chest, and if the angle wasn't right it would have looked as if Terry had turned and blocked the ball with his arm.Eastwood raised his hand to signal to the referee that Terry had a handball, but the referee ignored him and gave Forest a corner kick.

Ruud van Nistelrooy, who was shooting the goal, did not entangle the matter with the referee, and he scratched his head in annoyance.It's a pity the goal didn't go in.Before he shot the goal, he made a special observation. Except for Cech lying on the ground, he didn't see a single Chelsea player.

When Ruud van Nistelrooy shot, Twain also lifted his butt off his seat and stretched his hands forward, ready to cheer for the goal.But when he saw Terry blocking the football like a superhero, he slammed his palms on the ground, unable to celebrate, and fell into a kneeling posture.

"Luck! Luck! Luck is so fucking bad!" Tang En kept muttering.

"Chelsea escaped, Mourinho breathed a sigh of relief in his seat. There are still 3 minutes before the end of the first half. If there is no accident, Chelsea will enter the intermission with a one-point advantage."

Forest's corner was tweaked a bit.The Forest team won three corner kicks before, all of which went directly to the goal, and the effect was not good.This time they switched to short corners.

Van der Vaart passed the football to Ashley Young who came up to meet him. Yang did not rush to cross, but passed the football to George Wood.The Forest team intends to make full use of the last 3 minutes, they passed the ball patiently, looking for Chelsea's defensive loopholes.

Chelsea, on the other hand, retreated to the defense and planned to defend until the end of the first half.

In this way, the Forest team continued to pass the ball from the outside, from left to right, and from right to left.Chelsea were not fooled, their defensive formation was kept very tight and did not give Forest the opportunity to find a straight pass and hit the danger zone.

Van der Vaart is the core of the Forest team. The football has been passed to him many times, but he has no good chance to send the football to the place where it should go. Now he is more like an ordinary pass receiver. The ball is passed out, and the ball is received and passed out again. Football always moves laterally.

What the Forest team needs now is not a lateral pass, but a penetrating direct pass.If it's just a horizontal pass, that's what Chelsea want to see most.

There was not much time left in the first half, and the Forest team was still helpless in the face of Chelsea's defense.

George Wood, who was behind, was a little anxious. If he couldn't tie the score in the first half, it would be a big blow to his team's morale.

He looked around, except for the two central defenders, they all went up.But it may not be effective for everyone to go up. Now the front is crowded with people, and our passing back and forth will kill our own route and space.

For George Wood, offense means going forward, and if you can't move forward, it's not offense. If everyone passes sideways, then even if you keep the football on your side for nine to 10 minutes, you can't get in the goal.

Do you want to say that Wood has any good way to pass the ball?nor.

Van der Vaart has much more experience and ability in organizing offenses than him, and he has no way to face Chelsea's iron barrel formation. How else can George Wood pass the football in?

But George Wood has George Wood's set of football philosophy and methods.

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

At the same time, the fourth official held up a sign for 1 minute of first-half injury time on the sidelines.The game time has come to 45 minutes.

Van der Vaart hesitated a little. He also wanted to find a passing route that could cause a fatal blow and directly penetrate the opponent's defense.

Wood ran closer and closer, and Chelsea players had noticed him.

"Pay attention to that kid!" Terry roared loudly from behind, and Essien raised his position a little, preparing to block Wood.

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

Van der Vaart had no choice but to pass the football back to Wood.

The football was rolling towards him, and Essien rushed towards him with the football.

George Wood has his own set of football philosophies, which are not complicated at all, very simple-complicated things don't work, just come simple and direct.

He didn't want to transfer the football beautifully to a defensive corner-he didn't think about it at all!
Essien initially thought Wood would receive the ball and pass it, like the other Forest players involved in the offense.But soon he found that something was wrong.Wood's running speed and pace don't look like he's trying to stop the ball... It's clear he's sprinting, he's pacing, he's going to...

shoot!

After reacting, Essien speeded up and threw himself sideways, intending to block Wood's shot with his body.

Wood looked over Essien's body to the goal.In the crowd he didn't see a passing path, but he saw a shooting path...

Just a moment is enough!

He stepped on the ground with his left foot, raised his arm, turned around, swung his right leg, and slammed it hard against the rolling football!
"Oh!"

"George_WOOOOOOOOOO... GOOOOOOOOAL!! What_a_great_GOAL! What a great goal!"

The football camet across the sky above Stamford Bridge and fell into the net, arousing the brilliance.

Cech didn't even change his position.He was blocked by the dense 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 black clouds. It was in front of him in an instant, and it was too late to make any moves. , The football whistling past the ear...

Too much speed, too much power...

This is George Wood's football philosophy and approach, simple and direct, and the most effective.

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"George Wood! This is his first goal for the Forest team in the European Champions Cup! As a defensive midfielder, his shooting level is not praised, but this kick...is a world wave, Undoubtedly the world wave!"

Cheers erupted from the pubs in Nottingham at the same time.

"You're the best, George!"

"Fuck 'em, Captain!"

Meanwhile at Stamford Bridge, the Chelsea fans were temporarily silent, and the Forest fans were ignited by the goal.

"George—" Fat John, the fan leader, roared from the stands.

His brothers followed up loudly: "—WOOOOOOD!!"

This is a volcanic eruption, and as the temperature rises, the sea water begins to boil.The entire Stamford Bridge Stadium was like a pot of boiling water, gurgling non-stop.

"This ball is so beautiful! It's unbelievable that it came from the feet of George Wood... Speed, power, angle are all excellent... If you let him play it again, I don't know if he can score it? But anyway, Nottingham Forest Relying on George Wood's world wave to tie the score, at the end of the first half, the two sides returned to the same starting line!"

This time, Tang En on the sidelines didn't waste his expressions and poses. When the football hit the net, he jumped up suddenly, turned around in the air, and after landing, he couldn't wait to hug the people around him one by one.

"Nice job!" He yelled the phrase through gritted teeth. "Fucking good job!"

"But I'm really surprised that it was George who scored such a goal..." said Chris Lark next to him.

"Even if it's luck, as long as the ball is scored, it's OK!"

George Wood, who scored the goal, did not stop on the court to celebrate with his teammates. After realizing that he had scored, he immediately turned around and ran to the bench. After running all the way, he gave Albertini a strong hug.

Demi is about to leave. He taught himself for three seasons, from defense to offense, from how to be a professional player to how to be a captain. He even had a greater influence on him than those coaches.

This is for you, Captain... Thank you!

The old and new captains of Nottingham Forest hugged each other tightly.

"George Wood dedicated this goal to Demetrio Albertini, the Italian man who was one of the most important influences in his career. Albertini will retire at the end of the season, If the Forest team can finally reach the final, it will be the best parting gift for him! George Wood’s goal has brought the Forest team the hope of advancing, and an away goal is often worth a thousand dollars at a critical moment!"

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Mourinho had nothing to say about the goal.His players performed well enough that they didn't give Forest a chance to pass the football in.Unexpectedly, Wood, who has always been the least good at shooting, pierced Cech's ten fingers with a shocking world wave...

This... is really a crime of non-war!

In his hand is a small mini notebook computer with real-time data of the game, which is convenient for him to observe the game and understand the trend of the game.The statistics of George Wood's shot just now were also displayed on the screen.

140.

This is the speed of the ball.

Mourinho threw the laptop to the assistant, shook his head and said, "What else can we say? That bastard is so lucky, even someone like George Wood can enter the world wave..."

Chelsea's coaching bench was silent, as Mourinho said, they didn't know what to say.Such a goal was completely unplanned.

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Without even giving Chelsea a chance to re-kick-off, the referee directly blew the whistle to end the first half.Players from both sides walked towards the corridor.Wood was favored by the TV broadcast, and the camera lens followed him all the time, giving him close-ups, which were constantly interspersed with replays of his just breaking the goal.It was a kick that made the blood boil, and I couldn't help but jump up from the seat. It's a powerful long shot...

Tang and Twain stood on the sidelines, watching the players leave the field.

"Now you can look at Demi's retirement with a normal heart, right?"

"The old friend is about to leave, how can he still have a normal heart?" Tang En pouted, "George is George, and Demi is Demi. But I am very happy to see George's growth every step of the way, and Demi is also very happy."

In the sight of the two, Albertini was waiting for George who was going to end at the door of the corridor, and grabbed him and patted his head.The feeling of intimacy is like a father praising a son who has performed well.

"It was an important decision in my coaching career to go to Italy to snatch Demi from Atlanta. I hope Demi will help me lead this young team and impart his experience to the young people. He has done a great job. Great, now it's my turn to keep my promise."

(End of this chapter)