Having said that, Tang En turned around and looked at the other players in the room, spreading his hands. "Guys, please remember, this is an English Premier League game, a home game. We have to win the games we need to win if you don't want to be sent back to the English Football League Championship after one season. So, we won't let the North Londoners get what they want for this game. And I hope you know that no matter how we look at this game, Arsenal will include this game in their plans — this is a celebration for them to create a new record. It's not my style to let the enemy celebrate their success on our own turf. " He shrugged. "I've told you all about the tactics for this match yesterday. I believe that all of you know what you're supposed to do."
Everyone nodded, indicating that they indeed knew their responsibilities on the field.
Tang En propped his hands on the table with the tactical board and stared at the players. Some of them were even older than him. He had never doubted his ability to lead this team. Even after finding the original "Tony Twain," he was not worried that his position would be snatched away.
This was a team that completely belonged to him. He wanted to instill his philosophy, his understanding of football, his dedication to victory, his loathing of failure, his greed for championships into this team. He wanted to brand this Nottingham Forest team with his personal mark, just like old man Clough. Whenever people mentioned the Red Forest team that once swept the European and English football scene, they would also mention him.
Hopefully, years later, people would also mention Tony Twain and his Nottingham Forest in the same way.
"Guys, remember this: Nottingham Forest is not afraid of any opponent, whether it's the Liverpool team that won the European Championship three times in five years, or this Arsenal team that has been undefeated for 42 consecutive league games. Get rid of them!"
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Fàbregas stood among the visiting team waiting to enter the field. Beside him was the home team, Nottingham Forest. It was unknown if this Spanish lad, who had just arrived in England for less than a year, had already memorized the 20 teams in the English Premier League, but he believed that the name "Nottingham Forest" would be the most unforgettable in his playing career.
When he quickly became the core of the main force in Arsenal's youth team, it was Nottingham Forest that pulled him from the clouds of happiness into the mud, telling him that English football was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined. He would remember that Youth Team FA Cup match played on a muddy field in the rain for the rest of his life.
There was another person who would not be forgotten so easily.
Although the Forest team's starting lineup for this game included his Spanish compatriot, Hierro, Fàbregas's eyes did not stop on him. He was not even in the mood to greet the senior. He stood in the middle of the team and stared intently at the Forest player standing diagonally in front of him.
The man was wearing a red Forest jersey with his number and name printed on the back: 13, G. Wood.
After that defeat, he made a wish in his heart – one day, he must compete with the player called "Wood" again. Who would have thought that this day would come so quickly? In less than a year, they would be fighting for the second time. The difference was that this was not a low-level competition like the FA Youth Cup, but the English Premier League, which represented the highest level of competition in England!
Fàbregas was not surprised to see his "old enemy" in the Forest team's starting lineup. Because after that exchange, he knew that this quiet kid was definitely not mediocre. In this kind of "weak team," it was easier for young people to stand out. Didn't Piqué tell him that? Choosing the Forest team was to get more opportunities to play and get more training. Otherwise, why did he not go to Manchester United and Arsenal?
That's right, Gerard is still on the bench. This kid has already played in the main force … George Wood, how much better are you than the last time?
Fàbregas, who was staring at Wood, suddenly heard someone call his name in Spanish. He froze for a moment and then reacted.
The Forest team's Hierro was smiling and greeting him. It was also a kind of fate to be able to meet the RCD Espanyol here, not to mention that they used to be rivals from the domestic league.
"What are you looking at? Cesc. " Hierro looked in the direction of Fàbregas's gaze, and then found his teammate in front of him — George Wood. He gave a knowing smile. After the schedule was arranged and they had to play Arsenal in the third round of the league tournament, Wes Morgan did not stop telling the new players the "story" of how George Wood succeeded in freezing Fàbregas on his own, so he more or less understood the feud between the two young men.
Although Real Madrid and Barcelona were rivals in Spain, as a fellow Spaniard, Hierro still knew some of the Barcelona young players, such as Francesc Fàbregas in front of him. It was said that he had been seen as the successor to Guardiola and Xavi. Even if he had not seen Fàbregas play football, he always knew Guardiola very well. If the young man in front of him was really that good, then who should George Wood, who could successfully freeze him, be called the successor of Guardiola?
In order not to embarrass Fàbregas, Hierro cleverly changed the subject, "Are you looking for Piqué? He's not in the starting lineup. "
Fàbregas nodded, "It's a pity, I found out too."
Now that they were no longer playing for their original old team, even if they were opponents, there was no sense of hostility. Hierro also joked, "You see, you're a Barcelona player, I'm a Real Madrid player. But we didn't play against each other in Spain. Here, we're still opponents … "
At the mention of the two teams, Fàbregas also laughed, "But I booed you, brother Hierro … in the stands."
In the past, the "Battle of the Century" with Hierro always had a fiery scene. The Spanish defender on the field, wearing a white jersey, would mercilessly overturn any Barcelona player who dared to break through in front of him. For this, he probably received the most boos. But that was a memory that belonged to a few years ago.
"Haha, what a coincidence. Piqué also said the same thing to me … "
The two stood in the players' tunnel and chatted. There did not seem to be any atmosphere of a battle. George Wood, on the other hand, maintained a ramrod straight posture. His eyes stared at the exit in front of him, not at all interested in the conversation happening around him.
Hierro was a veteran who had experienced countless such important occasions. He knew how to adjust his mentality and state. As for Wood, as long as it was Tony Twain's words, he would abide by and carry them out.
Twain said, "Arsenal is our enemy! We have to defeat them! "
Wood would treat the people around him as enemies and refuse to communicate with them. His mind was full of thoughts of defeating them.
He looked a little inflexible, but it had to be said that Twain liked his inflexibility.
The three referees standing at the front of the team looked back at the two teams and then signaled that it was time for them to play. Immediately, Hierro nodded to Fàbregas and ended the conversation between them. The smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant. The atmosphere of a crucial match returned to the tunnel in an instant.
There was no more clamor, and no one whispered to each other.
The stadium broadcast outside shouted loudly, "Let us welcome the participating teams, Arsenal and Forest —!!"
"All right, let's go!"
"It's time to play!"
The captains of both teams roared loudly and took the lead to walk out.
The cheers from the stands roared and hit everyone's high-spirited face.
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