Downing, who had run into a wall twice with Wood, did not believe it. The young man's competitive spirit was aroused. He did not believe that he would stumble against this man for the third time today.
Another breakthrough from the flank. Downing decided not to play with the ball, nor did he make any fancy moves. He would rely on his speed to defeat his opponent. The last time he failed, he attributed the reason to his lack of strength when he passed the ball. The speed of the football was too slow, so the opponent had just turned around and was stuck in position.
This time … I won't make another mistake!
"Downing dribbles the ball to break through. He's fast! It's really impressive … "Gray was intoxicated by the young man's performance and almost ignored the other young man.
The other side intended to dribble the ball to break through from his side. Wood naturally would not let him pass, so he turned around and followed.
Perhaps the thing that Downing regretted most in this game was not studying his opponent — George Wood. But it did not matter. He would be familiar with him after this game. He would know what he should do in the future: if he saw this silent mixed-race, he would definitely change sides to break through.
Downing increased his speed again and again. He was in good form. The football was under his feet, and the distance was just right. It felt like he was flying … This was his favorite way of playing. When I'm in good form, I'm the only master on the field. I spread my wings and soar, and no one can stop me. No one!
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the corner of his eyes … A sense of oppression surged!
Who is this? That idiot Thompson? Have I already broken through to the vicinity of the Forest team's penalty area? Number 33 seems to have been left far behind by me. That useless guy!
McClaren on the sidelines suddenly shouted, "Bastard! Pass the ball! "
He, who was not playing on the field, was aware of the danger earlier than Downing.
The dark shadow only flickered for a moment and then disappeared. Did I tell you about Thompson? Great, take advantage of the situation to break into the penalty area!
Downing had just made up his mind when he suddenly felt his center of gravity unstable …
George Wood decided not to continue to run with this guy. The other side's dribbling had always been very appropriate, so he could not find a chance to make a move. Now he seemed to have the intention of changing his rhythm. The strength of his dribbling was slightly greater, which was a sign of speeding up again. But Wood would not let him get what he wanted.
When they were in the youth team, Tang En had told Wood that the best time to tackle the ball was the instant when the dribbling opponent kicked the ball away from his body. As long as he could grab hold of it, even if he tackled the ball from the side and behind, it would not be a foul, because it would be a clean and beautiful tackle!
Wood was like a cheetah. His body suddenly sprinted forward and he quickly lowered his center of gravity. Using the momentum of running at high speed, he twisted his body and shoveled the football in front of him and Downing. This was the best time …
Now!
Her foot kicked the football. The football bounced up and hit Tangning's raised right calf bone. It then changed direction and flew out of the sideline!
Caught off guard, Tangning, who couldn't stop her car in time, tripped over Wood's body and fell to the ground... this was the third time he had fallen.
"Another f * cking foul!!" The Middlesbrough fans roared angrily again.
"You're breaking the f * * king rules again!!" The Nottingham Forest fans used the same words to retaliate.
Even the commentator was on Forest's side. "What a beautiful tackle! A beautiful tackle! A perfect defense! Stuart Downing has fallen to George Wood's feet three times in a row. He's really unlucky! "
Falling to the ground in a sorry state, Downing turned to the referee to ask for a foul and a tag, but the referee and assistant referee made a unanimous decision. Their hands and flags were both pointed at Middlesbrough's half of the field — this was an out-of-bounds ball by Forest!
The Middlesbrough fans in the stands let out dissatisfied boos, but the noisy noise had just started when it was drowned out by an even louder singing.
"Poor McClaren, picked the wrong opponent in the finals! Poor Stuart Downing, picked the wrong opponent in the race! Wood! Wood! Wood! Wood! Wood! Wood! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest! Forest — victory! Oh la la! Forest, forest! Let's go to Europe! "
Fat John stood in the crowd and, like the people around him, clapped his hands to keep time and sang loudly in praise of Forest and George Wood. He had composed the song himself. It was originally sung to encourage George Wood, whom Tang En valued, during the youth team competition. Later, as Wood was transferred to the First Team and performed well, they moved the song to the City Ground Stadium. Once it was sung, it quickly spread. Now, they sang it to the Millennium Stadium. All of England would hear their singing through the live broadcast on television and would know the name of the person in the song.
Ladies and gentlemen, please remember, his name is George Wood, and he will become the king of the forest!
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Wood's tackle was so beautiful that Motson, who was sitting at home, jumped up from the sofa, not to mention the fans watching the game at the stadium. Not to mention the fans watching the match at the stadium. Countless people gave their applause to the young player who wore the number 33 and caused Juninho and Downing to fall one after another.
In the stands, Gareth Bale clapped hard and turned his head to ask his father excitedly, "Dad! Can I be like him? Accept everyone's cheers and applause here? " Wood was transferred from the youth team to the First Team, and then immediately performed well and then signed a First Team contract. He was naturally seen as an idol and a goal to strive for by Gareth Bale, who also played in the youth team.
His father smiled and said to him, "Of course you can! My son is a genius! "
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Three consecutive defeats against Wood had dealt a considerable blow to Downing's confidence. This kind of blow might take some time to recover. He had always thought that he was the best, but now he couldn't even break through the silent No.33.
He was suddenly a little afraid of playing one-on-one with that man. When his teammates passed the ball to him, he would always pass it back quickly.
McClaren noticed this off the field and sighed. Then he called out Downing's name loudly and made a "cross switch" gesture to him. It was his plan to let him switch positions with Mendieta on the other side and use the experienced Spaniard to deal with the young boy. Since Downing was destined to be unable to make a difference here, let him change places and make a breakthrough. It was no big deal. The outcome of this match would depend on the boy's performance.
Tang En noticed McClaren's movements on the sidelines. Downing had indeed gone to the other side.
Scared? Very good!
"George!" Taking a deep breath, Tang En also called out Wood's name loudly. When Wood turned his head to look at him, he pointed in Downing's direction and nodded hard.
Wood understood Tang En's meaning and turned to switch positions with Commons.
When Downing realized that the person in front of him was still that annoying number 33, he even looked helplessly at the sidelines, hoping McClaren would give the latest instructions. Switch back?
McClaren was completely at his wit's end. The other side clearly wanted to completely freeze the most active player in the team. No matter what position he played, he believed that George Wood would not move an inch.
Damn it!
McClaren was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.
What else could he do? He could only quietly wait for the moment when the other side could not withstand the pressure and collapsed.
Would Tang En let him do as he wished?
George Wood's outstanding performance just now had boosted the confidence and fighting spirit of his teammates. Wood had used his actions to tell his teammates, who had been exhausted by Downing's breakthrough, that they could completely defend against the opponent's tide-like attacks. Wasn't Wood a living example?
This match was returning to Tang En's track and was slowly slipping toward the outcome he hoped to see.
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