Godfather Of Champions

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The Luzhniki Stadium is undergoing large-scale theatrical performances, but Shania sitting in the box does not care about it. She came here just to watch the game, she didn't even go shopping.

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

Fortunately, the cultural performance soon came to an end. As the fans on the scene pushed the cheers to the next level, the starting players of the two teams finally lined up from the tunnel.

The shiny silver championship trophy was placed directly opposite the exit, separating the two teams. Chelsea players can’t help but turn their heads when they pass this trophy. Many people in the team have the first chance to come into contact with this honor. Ninety minutes, or 120 minutes or more. , Can they hold this trophy with their hands?

The players of Nottingham Forest are also looking at the trophy, their eyes shining with fanaticism. The boss is right. After the Champions League reorganization, no team can successfully defend the title. Why can't we create history and miracles again? Nottingham Forest is a miracle team. It appeared on this stage to create history and miracles. Otherwise, why are we here?

When the players of the two teams entered the field, Dunn led the rest of the coaching staff and the substitute players from one side. There is a group of Nottingham Forest fans near the forest team’s coaching bench. When they saw Dunn came out, they all shouted in excitement: "Tony!! Hey-Tony!"

Dunn heard their shouts, turned around and waved, his expression on his face was serious.

"You know what we want! Champion! Champion champion—"

The fans howled and watched Dunn come to the coaching bench.

Then Dun En stood there, the rain was a little bit lighter, but his clothes and hair were gradually wetted. He didn't mean to sit back on the coach's bench to hide from the rain. His players lined up on the court to take pictures and perform some necessary rituals before the game.

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

Shania glanced vigilantly at the Hollywood strong woman who came to Moscow with her to watch the game.

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

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

Gronia changed from smiling to laughing.

"You two are fools, haha!"

Shania pursed her lips. It was not that she didn't want to refute, but that she really seemed unable to refute...

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

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

Gronia saw the little girl's persistence so she didn't say more.

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As the captain of Nottingham Forest, George Wood lost when he guessed the coin with Chelsea captain Terry, so Chelsea won the right to pick the side, and Nottingham Forest won the kick-off right.

The crowd of theatrical performances has long since dispersed. The players from both sides took a group photo and stood on the court according to their formation. A big battle has already begun.

It wasn't until the kick-off whistle sounded that Dunn turned and returned to his seat. His suit had long been soaked in rain. Tang handed over a dry towel and asked him to wipe the water off his face.

"It's exactly the same as we predicted." After observing the eleven Chelsea starting players, Dunn smiled at Tang. Said it was "we", in fact, in the controversial position, it was Tang who guessed correctly. The level of a genuine football coach is different.

"This kind of finals, blindly paying attention to'odd', I am afraid that it will not achieve good results." Tang has his own reasons and considerations. "Grant is not a gambler, or a pure gambler. At this time, he still cares more about'stability'."

Dunn nodded and agreed.

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"Audience friends, welcome to watch the 07-08 UEFA Champions League final! The two players are from England's Nottingham Forest and Chelsea. 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 an'England Civil War'. Chelsea and Nottingham Forest have a lot of grievances in the domestic league. For example, the most famous one is that since Nottingham Forest led by Tony Dunn returned to the Premier League, Chelsea has never been in the league and Overcoming them in the Champions Cup may be regarded as a small spell? In this sense, Chelsea may have a certain psychological disadvantage against Nottingham Forest in this game."

However, at the press conference before the game, Grant has categorically denied this kind of **** psychological disadvantage. He didn't want to talk about this embarrassing record at all. The reason was simple. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by not defeating Nottingham Forest, but because this was another bad debt left by his predecessor Mourinho. He felt that he had no obligation to do so. Mourinho retired.

In the locker room before the game, he never said that Chelsea had not beaten Nottingham Forest in many games. Perhaps this may inspire vigorous fighting spirit among the players, but Grant is afraid of self-defeating and putting the players into a real psychological disadvantage. After all, he is not an expert in arousing players' emotions in the locker room.

He told his players that Nottingham Forest's most threatening offensive method is their two wings, so Tony Dunn will consciously strengthen the team's offense on the wings in this final. Chelsea must also focus on the wing when defensive, and have to face them tit-for-tat-Nottingham Forest takes the wing, we also take the wing.

At the beginning of the game, just as Grant expected. Taking advantage of their kick-off, Nottingham Forest resolutely launched an attack through two wing lanes from the beginning.

In the fifth minute, Gareth Bale actively moved forward and made a pass from the side. The football hit Essien's leg as a guest right back and went straight to the corner of the goal. Fortunately, Cech hadn't moved his position, and immediately fell to the ground and stopped the football. In addition to shocking the Chelsea fans in the stands to breathe in the air, there is no other loss.

"Ah!" Bell looked very frustrated. He held his head with both hands. If the ball went in in a wicked manner, the final might be easy to play.

He was still upset, but George Wood had already called his name from a distance: "Go back, Bell!" He was asking Bell to return to defense because the ball did not go out of the baseline, but was caught by Cech. Van Nistelrooy interfered with Cech in front of him and prevented him from launching a quick counterattack. But he can't do too much, as that will attract the "care" of the referee for himself.

Cech bypassed Van Nistelrooy and really threw the football to Essien. Chelsea wanted to launch a counterattack from here.

Before the game against Nottingham Forest's wing attack, Grant asked the whole team to face each other. What is **** for tat? That is to say, if Nottingham Forest launches an attack from the left, then once we intercept the ball, we will immediately be on their left, and our right will counterattack, and the full-back will be inserted in the gap. Success is an opportunity to directly threaten the opponent's goal. Even if it is unsuccessful, the two full-backs of the Forest team can sprint back and forth, exhausted and unable to maintain a high-intensity game like 90 minutes. After their physical strength declines, their movements are deformed, and their concentration is poor, it's Chelsea's chance.

Seeing Essien got the ball, Ribery rushed forward to tackle and interfere in the frontcourt. At the same time, Gareth Bale didn't dare to delay time in the frontcourt and turned and flew back to defend.

Dunn certainly expected Grant would do this. This is not a terrific 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 in the world, and the two offensive full-backs are well known in the world, so fools will not take advantage of their assists. But you can't restrict the two full-backs and ask them not to assist, which is tantamount to abolishing martial arts. Therefore, Dunn’s countermeasure is to deploy layers of defense, from the front line to the forward line, and then to the back line, to conduct on-the-spot counter-grab and interference, to give the assisted full back time to return to the defense.

As for physical fitness, he is not very worried. Gareth Bale and Rafinha are both young players. Both physical fitness and speed are in a rising period. As long as the team masters the situation on the field, they may not be particularly tired. .

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Bell this is just a tentative attack. Then Chelsea also came to a tentative attack, and then the two sides began to focus on defense very tacitly. No one wants to lose the ball at the beginning of the game. This is the final. Losing a ball means too many possibilities. Neither Dunn nor Grant did not want the game to develop beyond their expectations.

Although it is mainly defensive, but the game is not dull, but there are no goals, the fight between the two sides is quite fierce.

Nottingham Forest's fine-tuning of the formation made Chelsea feel uncomfortable and a little awkward. Van der Vaart is very high, almost a "shadow forward", so he is obviously more threatening to Chelsea's goal than dragging behind with George Wood. In addition, Ribery and Lennon are inwardly and are in the ribs of Chelsea's entire formation. This position makes them feel very uncomfortable to defend-between the center back and the full back, it is a bit like a trivial city-rural junction.

Therefore, during this time, the initiative on the field was firmly in the hands of Nottingham Forest. Fifteen minutes later, Nottingham Forest began to use this initiative to intensify the attack.

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

After the next two minutes, Bell added an assist again, and after receiving a point from Ribery, he made a cross. It's a pity that no one in the penalty area has outflanked it. The football crossed the penalty area and flew directly to the other side. Chelsea intercepted the ball and hit the counterattack.

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

First, he shook Lennon who was coming up to grab with a fake action, and then after seeing the forest team players want to counter-robbing on the spot, he decisively passed the football to Ballack.

After Ballack solved the football, he leaned on Van der Vaart and looked at the situation on the field.

Chelsea have to admit that the changes of the Forest team caught them by surprise. But Dunn also had to admit that he was a little risky in doing so-relying too much on George Wood. Since Van der Vaart and Ribery and Lennon are all high, Wood is basically guarding the second half of the midfield. As long as the opponent uses a pass to open him, he can pass through the midfield without resistance and face the back of Nottingham Forest. For Chelsea, who has many long-range shooters, facing the back line is also considered to be in range.

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

Seeing this scene, Ballack didn't hesitate to rub the ball under his feet, passed an overhead ball, and flew straight... Makelele!

Wood saw this situation in the middle of the run, and hurried to the brakes, and rushed back towards Makelele.

"Chelsea counterattack! As long as Makelele can pass the ball to Lampard, he has room to play!" the commentator exclaimed.

The football was still in the air, and Makelele saw George Wood rushing forward aggressively. He knows that Wood is great, and this attack must not be stopped here, otherwise Nottingham Forest will definitely use the opportunity of both of them to step in and go straight to Huanglong from the middle.

spell!

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

It seems that Makelele will hit the ball first, and his rich experience has helped him. The rushing Wood is not as agile in the air as on the ground. If the opponent is destined to hit the ball, the only way to stop it is-he hits Makelele's forehead!

With a muffled sound, the football popped out, and the two fell to the ground with a crash, and neither one stood up.

Referee Mitchell's whistle sounded. Judging from his gestures, it was George Wood that fouled. This penalty aroused dissatisfaction among the players of Nottingham Forest. They think that this kind of five-to-five-pointer, two people collide, how can the Forest team be awarded a foul?

Chelsea's players are equally angry. Such a fierce impact is simply to murder Makelele! What are your forest players protesting here?

Players from the two teams quickly rushed together, and they were ready to fight. The tension brought by the finals spread from the first second of the game, and now it is almost a spark.

"Asshole! What are you doing!" Chelsea's Malouda pushed away the approaching Ribery. "Want to fight!?"

"You **** hurt our people!" Ribery wanted to rush to punch the nigger, but Lampard was hugged tightly.

"Push them away!"

"Bell, what are you doing up there!"

"Damn, calm down!"

"Look at our players, who the **** is fouling?" Van Nistelrooy protested loudly to the referee, pointing at George Wood who was slowly turning over and sitting up.

The referee followed his eyes, and then quickly made a gesture to ask for a stretcher.

The "Iron Man", "Tough Guy", "Alien", "Future Warrior", and "Shrek" who have almost never suffered any harm in the game are now covering his eyes with his right hand, and the red blood follows it. Fingers ooze from it. But Makelele curled up weakly, covering his head with both hands, with a pained expression.

It seemed that both of them were badly hurt.

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"Damn **** damn damn-damn!" Dunn walked irritably in front of the coach, team doctor Fleming had already ran up with someone, followed by a stretcher. "Let them calm me down! This has only started for twenty minutes! Damn, it's not the first time I have played in the finals. How come they are like gunpowder kegs, just one point?"

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

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

Is the weakness of this monster the head...

"Look at the performance of him and Makelele, who seems to be more seriously injured?" Dunn asked loudly, pointing to the court.

George Wood was sitting on the ground with his head down, his hands covering the bleeding wound, but nothing else was unusual. Makelele was curled up on the hand, seeming to be still shaking—shocked and convulsed?

God!

The team doctors of Chelsea and Nottingham Forest have rushed into the crowd. Their arrival helped the coach who had been quarreled and broke apart, temporarily calming their emotions-they both focused on the injured teammate. Body. George Wood bleeds for the first time, while Makelele has a concussion.

"This is a very, very fierce collision. Neither side seems to care about themselves and others. They only have football in their eyes..." The commentator's tone is not as excited as before. Now the situation of the two is unknown, in case it happens. The accident is terrible.

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Fleming knelt in front of Wood, took his hand away, and the blood dripped down his cheeks onto his clothes.

"Bumped a hole... a headache?" he asked.

"No." Wood replied in a deep voice, with a bit of gritted teeth.

Right next to him, the Chelsea team doctor lay in front of Makelele, stretched out three fingers, and called out: "Claude, what is this? What is this?"

"Three..." Makelele's faint voice reached George Wood's ears, and he didn't care that Fleming was checking on himself, so he turned to look over. The Chelsea team doctor is slowly turning his body and letting him lie down. In the process of turning over, Makelele saw George, and the two looked at each other. Makelele mumbled and said something before closing his eyes to calm himself, George Wood did not hear clearly.

"He said:'Man, your head is really hard.'" Ribery squatted down and looked closely at George Wood's **** corner of his eye. "How do you feel, George?"

"no feelings."

"Your head is really hard!" Ribery curled his lips.

"Well, Frank, don't hinder our work here!" Fleming pushed Ribery away.

"I just show my concern for our Superman Captain." Ribery stood up with a shrug, opened his arms and said loudly to the other teammates: "Well, he has nothing to do. Our captain is a total monster!"

"Woo--"

Little Monkey Bell smiled.

Makelele’s side is even simpler. Makelele, who was lying flat on the ground for a while, recovered from the vertigo after the impact. He was not weak in speech and action. He slowly sat up and stood up again. He won warm applause and cheers from Chelsea fans in the stands.

"Makelele! Our tough guy!!"

"Claude, you are the best!"

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Seeing the cheers that Makelele received after he stood up, George Wood also stood up abruptly from the ground, startling Fleming who was checking him.

"Hey, George! What are you doing!"

"I'm fine."

"If you have anything you say, it doesn't count, I have the final say."

The two looked at each other.

"Does my head really hurt?" Fleming asked.

"No pain."

"Do you feel dizzy?"

"No."

Fleming stretched out a finger: "What's this?"

"One."

"What is one plus one?"

"two."

"How much is two times two?"

"four."

"Where are you now?"

"At the Champions League final."

"Well, Ribery is right, your head is really hard. But you still have to get me down, stop the bleeding, change my shirt, and...stitch the wound."

The eight volunteers who were responsible for carrying the stretcher had to drag the stretcher and ran down.

After a detailed examination by the team doctor, Makelele stayed on the court while George Wood walked off the court accompanied by Fleming for further treatment.

Behind him, the referee has not forgotten to show him a yellow card for the foul, and his move has "won" the boos of tens of thousands of Nottingham Forest fans. Then, he "won" the boos of the other half for himself-he showed a yellow card to Malouda who had pushed Ribery during the conflict.

Fighting 50 boards each, this conflict is over. Chelsea took a free kick at the foul spot, and George Wood walked to the sidelines to receive on-site treatment from the team doctor.

"I won't give you anaesthetics anymore. This will affect your performance in a while. Sewing up the wound hurts a bit, so bear with it." After dealing with the blood stains on the wound, Fleming was ready to suture the wound. "Also, don't blink, it will be difficult for me to sew."

Wood stood obediently in front of Fleming, his eyes widened, as if glaring at Tianzun. Let Fleming's hands fly over his eyes, needles and threads in and out of the corners of his eyes, his rugged, angular face shows no expression, neither frowning because of pain, nor because of fear. His eyes flickered, and the rain gathered on his brows and formed water droplets, which seemed to drip into his eyes like that, and he still stared at his eyes without blinking. He faces the court, watching both sides in the game, intently.

This scene was transmitted to the big screen and TV screen through the TV camera. The fans of Nottingham Forest became excited. Although it is Chelsea playing their team, they are cheering loudly:

"Woodwood! You are the forest!"

"Captain, that's great--!"

"With such a captain, none of us are afraid!!"

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Fleming was a team doctor, so on-site first aid was unfamiliar to him. He didn't know how many simple sutures he had done with his own hands, but when he stood in front of George Wood, he suddenly felt his hands tremble. Without knowing the reason, he just felt that the right hand holding the needle was not as stable as before.

After holding his breath and performing the suture, he wiped off the remaining blood stains on his face with a towel. Fleming breathed a sigh of strength.

"Almost suffocated me to death. George, I can't even feel your breath. Was I stitching up the wound of a dead person?" he complained.

"Can I play?" Wood asked rhetorically, ignoring his complaint.

"No. You have to change clothes." A clean set of jerseys was already delivered by someone nearby.

Wood didn't talk any nonsense, and quickly took off the blood-stained jersey-the original red jersey showed a dark red in the **** place.

"Take off the pants, too." Fleming pointed to his shorts, which were dripping with blood when Wood was sitting.

Wood bent over and took off his pants, and instantly there was only a pair of white briefs left all over his body naked.

His strong muscles were drenched in the rain, glowing silver under the lighting of the stadium, his fit body resembled a statue of David in the Renaissance period, even the simple action of bending over and wearing pants became extraordinarily sexy. .

In this scene, I don't know how many teenage fans will scream excitedly in front of the TV.

"George Wood was changing clothes on the sidelines. This will definitely become an eye-catching gossip news on the second day of the game." Seeing that there was nothing serious about both players, the commentator was in the mood to joke. "This unsmiling player was so cool just now!"

George Wood, who had changed his new jersey, raised his hand from the sidelines, and the referee waved, and he rushed back to the court.

Fleming returned to the coaching bench with a medical kit.

"It's not easy for such a young child to have such a calm psychological quality." He looked back at Wood and exclaimed. "His calmness made me feel a little nervous... What a shame."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Gary. Such a talent is qualified to lead my Nottingham Forest on the court." Dunn smiled and answered.

"He is a lion that never admits defeat, never fears, and is the king of the forest."

Under the rain curtain, George Wood ran into the court with his head up, Ribery stretched out his hand on his route, and Wood ran high-five with him and returned to his own position.

In the stands of Luzhniki Stadium, there was huge applause and cheers. In this tsunami of human voices, the rushing rain was almost insignificant. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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