Fàbregas had a feeling that he had returned to that day: the muddy pitch, the pestering opponent, who stubbornly followed him without saying a word, but he could always feel his presence.
What kind of bullshit tactic is this? Starting a one-on-one marking in the center circle? I see there are gaps behind you … Gaps, a lot of them. As long as I pass over … As long as I pass over, it will be a penetrating pass … Damn it!
Fàbregas finally broke away from Wood's defense with great difficulty, but he did not dare to take even a single step. Wood's physical fitness was perhaps the best he had seen in all his years of playing football. If he was even half a beat slower, it was possible that he would be entangled again.
Without time to reconfirm the situation in front of him, he lowered his head and sent out a direct pass. In previous games, the person who received his pass in this position should have been Dennis Bergkamp. He would use his excellent footwork skills to control the ball, and then play with the opposing defensive players, and then send the football into the goal under the stunned gaze of the audience …
Yes, that was it.
Which unlucky guy would fall at his feet this time?
As soon as he passed the ball out, Fàbregas felt a gust of wind on the side of his face — the Forest team's number 13 was quickly returning to defend. Seeing the man's back as he ran back, the Spanish kid smiled. It turned out that you also knew there would be a gap when you pressed up …
He looked past George Wood and then saw a man in a blue Arsenal away jersey receive his pass, with the number 10 on his back. It was the reassuring Dennis!
Bergkamp had just received the ball when a man marked him. It was not George Wood who returned to defend, nor was it Ribéry who filled in. The man wore a bright captain's armband on his arm and had curly hair. It was the Italian Albertini.
Unlike Wood, Albertini's defensive position was so good that Bergkamp found he did not have a forward route for the ball after he received the ball …
He froze for a moment and immediately pulled the football to his feet to avoid it being snatched by the opponent. If it was against the number 13 who only knew to pounce on the first point, he could take advantage of it. But the opponent in front of him made him take it seriously. When he was still playing for Inter Milan, he played against Albertini who represented AC Milan.
He was not an easy character to deal with …
He pulled the ball, turned around, and leaned on Albertini. Raising his head, he saw that Wood was already charging towards him. This meant that … no one was watching the Spanish kid!
Without hesitation, the Dutchman passed the ball to Fàbregas, who was at the back. Then he turned and shook off Albertini to run forward. Two past one!
Wood, who had just run back, found that the football had passed behind him again. He was stunned for a moment, as if his brain had short-circuited. The 32-year-old Albertini reacted much faster than him. When he saw Bergkamp turn around, he also turned around. In order to make up for his speed disadvantage, he inserted himself in the middle of Bergkamp's path and reached out to pull him back.
Fàbregas understood Bergkamp's intentions, so he did not let the football stay at his feet. He directly rubbed the ball over the top, hoping to pass it to the feet of Bergkamp, who plugged in ahead. However, the ball was intercepted midway, and it was intercepted by the veteran Albertini!
As he turned to run with Bergkamp, he did not forget to look back at Fàbregas's movements. When he saw the number 15's posture, he knew what the other side was going to pass the ball, so he decisively turned around again. When the football came, he jumped up and headed the football to George Wood, who was not far ahead.
Albertini, who landed, made a "pass it back" gesture to Wood, and Wood obediently passed the ball to him. The Italian seemed intent on teaching Fàbregas a lesson. The same direct pass without stopping the ball, but the distance was further, faster, and more accurate!
The football flew high over Arsenal's midfield and flew to the Forest team's right flank, where there seemed to be no one …
"Ashley Young!" Taylor shouted loudly.
The ball that Albertini passed suddenly dropped at the highest point. The distance was just in front of Ashley Young where he could catch up, and there was no one within ten meters of him!
When Fàbregas planned the attack just now, Arsenal's left flank, from Pirès to Ashley Cole, all pressed up. They did not expect the Forest team's counterattack to come so quickly, and the Italian's pass was so sudden and accurate …
Next, as long as Ashley Young stopped the ball well, then the Forest team's counterattack was in the bag.
Ashley Young looked up at the ball that flew over his head. He stretched out his leg and hooked it, stopping the football right in front of him and slowly rolling it.
"Beautiful!" David Kerslake could not help but jump up in the technical area.
"There are only two players in Arsenal's penalty area, Cygan and Touré. The Forest team's counterattack is too sharp!" Martin Taylor cried. He really wanted to praise Albertini for his non-stop long pass, but unfortunately, he could not care about it now. "Ashley Young Chuanzhong!"
If Campbell had not been injured before the season and needed to be out for two months, the French center back, Cygan, would not have had a chance to play in the starting lineup. After Wenger spent two million to bring him to Highbury, his performance was disappointing. As a center back, his judgment of where the ball would land was terrible …
Ashley Young's pass was accompanied by a clear spin. Cygan had originally intended to pounce at the opponent's feet, but now he could only jump hastily, hoping to head the ball out. But the football slid over his bright head!
A header!
In that instant, Cygan's heart turned cold …
He knew who the person behind him was. It was definitely not his teammate Touré, but … the Forest team's powerful center forward, Viduka!
"Boom!" The stands at the City Ground stadium were already filled with impatient cheers.
"Mark Viduka!" Along with Taylor's emphasis, Viduka forcefully headed the ball toward the goal.
Now the Arsenal fans and players could only count on the goalkeeper, Lehmann, who was less than five meters away from the football … But the distance was too close. Unless God possessed him or something unexpected happened, otherwise …
Although Cygan did not head the football, his header in front of him swayed the Australian a bit. Viduka had no time to adjust the angle of the header and could only smash the football straight toward the goal … The result was that Lehmann happened to be standing in that direction.
It looked like there was a chance. Arsenal might not concede a goal!
Lehmann jumped back reflexively and waved his palm to block the football. That move was really deadly … Because he stretched his hand forward, not backward or upward …
He successfully blocked the ball at the cost of falling into the goal himself. But the football was not hit far by him. Touré and Viduka collided together, and Cygan was still on the ground. Who else was in the Arsenal penalty area at this time?
The fans announced the answer with enthusiastic cheers, "EAST WOOOOOD!!"
That's right, the Romani who had been lying in wait behind Viduka finally showed his brilliance. Faced with this almost free opportunity, he did not hold back and swept the football into Arsenal's goal with one kick! It was as easy as shooting practice!
“YES！ Its_GOOOOAL！！”
The City Ground stadium was in an uproar …
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