Chapter 53: The Fateful Confrontation (Part 1)

Wood soon returned to Tang En. He looked at Tang En, and Tang En looked down at his watch: "Does it arrive so soon in three minutes? Okay... Let me tell you what you should do after you go up.

"He grabbed Wood and pointed at Fabregas who was running and passing the ball on the court to show him, "Look, do you see that the opponent's No. 25?"

Wood nodded. “See.”

"He is Arsenal's midfield commander, the center of the team, and the key to whether Arsenal can defeat us in this game. His name is Francesque Fabregas, remember his name, his appearance, and his number.

Then go up and bite him one-on-one, stare at him to death, and freeze him. Don’t let him easily receive passes from his teammates, don’t let him pass the ball easily, and if he wants to drive the ball through by himself, put him down.

Do you understand?" Tang En turned his head and looked at Wood. The young man seemed to be looking forward to his appearance. He couldn't calm down around Tang En, and he was always jumping, as if he was still warming up.

That's right. He always has a cold face and looks like a robot. Who likes it? If you have expectations, excitement, or excitement, you are a normal young man.

"Yes, I understand."

Suddenly, Donn's attention was attracted by Wood's unhonest legs. He frowned and looked at it, and then asked, "George, where is your leg guard?"

"Not worn."

"Why don't you wear it?"

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

"That won't work, go and wear it. Wearing a leg guard is to protect you from harm."

"I won't be hurt."

"All right, don't talk nonsense. Go and put it on, otherwise I won't let you play!" Tang En said sternly.

This trick really worked, Wood ran back immediately. Seeing him stuffing his leg guards into goals socks randomly, Tang En shook his head helplessly. There is a saying that this kid might be right... There is no one in this world who can hurt him on the court.

With a chance to die, the Forest team substitution. George Wood, wearing No. 55, replaced No. 18 James Biormont.

Brady saw the Forest substitution and glanced at Wood's number.

"55?" Generally, people who use this kind of large number, in addition to their personal preferences, are not high in the team. They have substitutes on the bench and have all the good numbers taken away by others. When it is their turn, they only have a useless number after 30. Putting such numbers on them is equivalent to announcing to everyone: I am a substitute.

I have no ability!

He didn't understand what Tang En did to replace him with such a person?

"Who knows who that number 55 is?" He turned his head and looked at the coaching staff, coaches, team doctors... everyone answered his questions with shaking their heads.

That's right, not only Arsenal coaches, but no one in the world knows who the 55th-ranked boy is.

Where does he play? What is his style of playing football? What is his skills under his feet? What are his advantages and disadvantages? What is his temper? Is he a genius or a waste? Is he a star of tomorrow or an ordinary person who is destined to be mediocre?

For this football world, George Wood is just a piece of white paper. You can write a thick and colorful stroke on this piece of white paper, or you can smear a few strokes and get kneaded into a ball and throw it into a garbage can.

Now, in front of the strong team Arsenal. In front of Professor Wenger with a pair of keen eyes, Wood will make his first move for his career.

It's really exciting!

George Wood went straight through half the court, ran to Arsenal player Fabregas, then stood up and stared at him...

Donn rolled his eyes. He also heard Chris Lak's sigh behind him.

Arsenal's coaching seat laughed in a ball. Brady smiled the most exaggeratedly, her facial muscles were as if they were smothering, and her words were not smooth: "Okay... OK, now we know. He is the person in charge of defending Fabregas... Haha!"

On the court, Fabregas looked at this player who was taller than him and much stronger than him. He was not a pure white man because his skin represents a mixed-race wheat color, and he was pretty good-looking and handsome.

No. 55... Such a backward number, want to use such a person to guard against me?

He turned his eyes away from Wood and froze on Forests head coach Tony Don.

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

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

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

"Is he a fool? This is how people stand in front of the other side?" Someone complained loudly. "What is Tony thinking? If he replaces a big idiot, he can defend against the other side's No. 25?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, John pulled him in front of him. The fat man John's wide face appeared in front of him with an angry wide-screen display, as if he was wearing a twenty-two-inch wide-screen monitor, which had a visual impact.

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

He laughed at the Woodlands for being frightened, forgot to nod and shook his head.

Someone next to him asked John: "John. Do you know that No. 55?"

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

"How is he playing? Where is the position?"

This time Bill shook his head. "We haven't seen him play football either. But Tony values ​​him very much."

Someone in the crowd whistled, expressing dissatisfaction.

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

"Why, John?" people asked in a verbal question.

"Yes, he has no ability to prove himself...Is he capable of anything?"

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

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Fat John cleared his throat, took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and set off his posture: "Now sing with me! Woodwood! Woodwood! Growing into a forest!"

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

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

"Smack!"

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

"Smack!"

"Forest-Forest!!"

These people followed John, Bill and others to sing the temporary adaptation song loudly to cheer for George Wood.

Except for the relevant personnel of the two teams nearby, they are the most crowded and concentrated. They attracted the attention of almost everyone from the beginning of singing.

Tang En looked back at John and the others who sang for Wood with a serious look on their faces, and grinned.

The Arsenal coach's seat also noticed this emergency.

Brady couldn't laugh anymore, he was a little surprised - wasn't this man an unknown person? It shouldn't be an idiot to have so many fans support and like him, and even have written songs for him!

No. 55, who are you? Is Tony Don't's secret weapon?

The coaching seats of the two teams off the court were not on the court, and the players on the court were the same. Almost everyone turned their heads and turned their strange and surprised eyes to the group of forest fans.

As everyone watched, they were still singing for Wood as if no one was around.

Wood? Wood?

The Spanish boy standing in front of Wood turned his head slightly, and his gaze was also attracted by the group of singing fans outside the court.

Only George Wood was in the audience without any response after hearing the song, and still stared at Fabregas in front of him.

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

In the first team, French young player Clichy, who was substituted by Ashley`cole, passed the football to Fabregas in front, and then sprinted himself, hoping to cooperate with his teammates in a wall-like two-pass one.

But after he ran over, he found that the football was not passed as he wished.

Almost at the same time Fabregas received a pass from Clich, he was also hit from behind by George Wood.

So when he lost his balance, he naturally could not pass the football to where he wanted to pass it. He kicked the football out of the sideline by himself.

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

At this level of body collision in England is as common as eating and drinking water. If you are hit, you will be fouled. I don’t know how many times the game will be interrupted. If you can’t hit the opponent, it only means that your body is not strong enough.

Seeing Wood successfully defending Fabregas one-on-one, Donn celebrated with Chris Lak next to him. The kid performed better than anyone expected, and after ten months of hard work.

This is not the first time he is at a loss when he is on the court and then kicks off his leg.

Fabregas is confident, and George Wood is also confident. Fabregas is not stage fright, and George Wood never knows how to write "fear". You are a genius boy, so what about the Golden Boy in the World Youth League? My George Wood is a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers!

In order to prevent Wood from rushing into the ball when he was receiving the ball, Fabregas was not allowed to move his body forward to catch the ball, and at the same time, he took the ball back, circled a big bend, and adjusted the direction of the attack. Now you are gone?

No!

Fabregas turned around and found that the heat exhaled from Wood's nose had already sprayed on his face!

This bastard! He chased him relentlessly!

Fabregas, who found that the football under his feet was very dangerous, quickly adjusted his body again and turned his back to Wood again. He finally protected the ball. But wouldn’t his efforts to go around such a big circle in front be useless?
Chapter completed!