Sorry, I forgot to release it on a regular schedule today...... ※※※ There is a large-scale theatrical performance going on in the stadium part of the Luyuniki Stadium, but Shania sitting in the box doesn't care about it. She only came here to watch the game, and she didn't even go out shopping.

She just wanted the game to start early, because if it didn't, Uncle Tony would stay in that mysterious locker room.

Fortunately, the theatrical performance soon came to an end, and as the fans at the scene pushed the cheers to another level, the starters of the two teams finally lined up and walked out of the corridor.

The gleaming silver championship trophy was placed directly opposite the exit, separating the two teams. Chelsea's players can't help but look at the trophy as they pass it, and many of the players in the squad have had their first chance to touch the honour, and will they be able to lift it themselves after 90 minutes, or 120 minutes or more?

The Nottingham Forest players are also looking at the trophy with a frenzied glint in their eyes. The leader is right, no team has been able to successfully defend the title since the Champions League restructured, so why can't we make history and miracles again? Nottingham Forest is a miracle team, it is to make history and miracles on this stage, otherwise what would we do?

As the players from both teams entered, Donn came out with the rest of the coaching staff and the substitutes. There was a group of Nottingham Forest fans in the dugout near Forest, and they all shouted excitedly when they saw Donn come out: "Tony!! Hey – Tony! ”

Hearing their shouts, Don turned around and waved his hand, his face grim.

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

The crowd of fans howled as Donn arrived in the dugout.

Then Donn stood there, the rain a little lighter, but still gradually wetting his clothes and hair. He had no intention of going back to the dugout to hide from the rain, and his players were lining up on the pitch to take pictures and perform some of the necessary rituals before the game.

※※※ "He's so cool. Gronia, who was sitting next to Shania, whistled.

Shania glanced alarmingly at the Hollywood woman who had come to Moscow with her to watch the game.

Noticing Shania's small action, Gronia smiled: "Don't you think? ”

"He's a fool and not cool at all." Shania pouted.

Gronia went from smiling to laughing.

"You're both fools, haha!"

Shania pursed her lips, not because she didn't want to refute, but because she felt that she really couldn'...... "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, Chrissy. But I'd like to figure it out myself......"

When Gronia saw that the little girl was so persistent, she didn't say anything more.

※※※ George. Wood, captain of Nottingham Forest, lost out against Chelsea captain John Terry when he guessed the coin, so Chelsea were given the right to pick the edge and Nottingham Forest were given the right to kick off.

The crowd of theatrical performances has long since dispersed, and the players on both sides have finished taking photos together, and they are all standing in the middle of the field according to their formation, and a big battle is about to start.

It wasn't until the kick-off whistle sounded that Don turned back to his seat, his suit already soaked in the rain. Don handed over a dry towel and asked him to wipe the water from his face.

"It's exactly what we predicted." After observing Chelsea's starting eleven, Don smiled at Don. It was said that it was "we", but in fact in the disputed position, it was all Don who guessed correctly. The level of a genuine football coach is just different.

"This kind of final, blindly paying attention to 'strange', I'm afraid it won't get good results." Don has his own reasons and considerations. "Grant is not a gambler, or rather not a pure gambler. At this time, he still cares more about 'stability'. ”

Donn nodded in agreement.

※※※"Audience, welcome to the final of the 07-08 UEFA Champions League! They will face England's Nottingham Forest and Chelsea, the latter reaching the Champions League final for the first time in the club's history, while the former is the defending champions. It's a 'civil war in England' and Chelsea and Nottingham Forest have had a lot of feuds in the domestic league, most notably since Tony. Perhaps it was a small curse that Chelsea have never beaten Nottingham Forest in the Premier League since Donne's return to the Premier League? In that sense, Chelsea may have a certain psychological disadvantage against Nottingham Forest in this game. ”

However, in the pre-game press conference, Grant has flatly denied this bullshit psychological disadvantage. He didn't want to talk about this embarrassing record at all, not because he didn't feel ashamed of not beating Nottingham Forest, but because it was a bad debt left to him by his predecessor, and he felt that he was not obliged to pay off Mourinho.

He also said nothing in the dressing room before the game about how many games Chelsea had not beaten Nottingham Forest. Perhaps this may have fueled the players' fighting spirits, but Grant was afraid of being self-defeating and putting the players at a real psychological disadvantage. After all, he's not an expert at mobilizing the emotions of his players in the dressing room.

He told his players that Nottingham Forest's most dangerous attacking tactics were their two wings, so this final Tony Forest. Don will be conscious of his team's attack on the flanks. Chelsea also have to focus on the wings when defending and go toe-to-toe with them – Nottingham Forest play wide and we play wide as well.

The game started just as Grant had expected. Nottingham Forest took advantage of their kick-off and were resolute from the start through the two wings.

Fifth minute, Gareth. Bale cut forward and crossed from the wing, and the ball bounced off the leg of Essien, who was playing at right-back, and it went straight into the near corner. Thankfully, Cech hadn't moved his position yet and immediately fell to the ground to stop the football. Except for the shock of the Chelsea fans in the stands, there was nothing else to lose.

"Ahh Bale looked frustrated, holding his head in his hands, and if the ball had been tricked in, the final might have been easy.

He's still chagrined, George. Wood was already calling his name in the distance: "Go back, Bell!" 'He's asking Bale to come back because the ball didn't go off the line and was caught by Cech. Ruud van Nistelrooy interfered with Cech in front of him and prevented him from launching a quick counter-attack. But he can't go too far, that will attract the "attention" of the referee for himself.

Petr Cech rounded Ruud van Nistelrooy and threw the ball at Essien as Chelsea counter-attacked from this side.

In response to Nottingham Forest's wide attack before the game, Grant asked the whole team to go toe-to-toe. What is-for-tat? This means that if Nottingham Forest attack from the left, then as soon as we intercept the ball we have to be on their left, our right side of the counter-attack and play the space after the full-backs have stepped in. Success is a direct threat to the opposition goal, and even if it doesn't, it can send Forest's two full-backs sprinting back and forth, exhausted and unable to sustain a high-intensity game like 90 minutes. Once they've lost their stamina, their movements have been deformed and their concentration has been lost, it's Chelsea's chance.

Seeing that Essien had the ball, Ribery rushed up to tackle and interfere in front of the court, while Gareth was the same. Bale didn't dare to waste time in the front court, turned and rushed back to defend.

Donne, of course, expected Grant to do that. It's not a big tactic, and it's a trick that the whole world uses against teams that like to assist with full-backs. Nottingham Forest are known for their wide attacks, and the two attacking full-backs are well known, so fools wouldn't take advantage of the gaps they have in front of them. But you can't limit the two full-backs and ask them not to assist, which would be tantamount to ruining their martial arts. Therefore, Donn's countermeasure is to deploy layers of defense, from the forward line in the front court to the forward line, and then to the back line, to carry out on-the-spot counter-robbery and interference, and give the full-backs who have assisted time to return to defense.

As for fitness, he's not too worried, Gareth. Gareth Bale and Raphinha are both young players with an uptick in fitness and speed, and as long as the team is in control of the situation on the pitch, they don't have to be particularly tired.

※※※ Bell: This is just an attack to test the surname. Then Chelsea came to a tentative attack, and then the two sides began to focus on defense very well. No one wants to concede a goal at the beginning of the game, this is the final and conceding a goal means too many possibilities. Neither Donn nor Grant wanted the game to turn out what they didn't expect.

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

Nottingham Forest's fine-tuning of the formation made Chelsea feel uncomfortable and awkward. Van der Vaart is very high on top, almost a "shadow striker", so he is obviously a better threat to the Chelsea goal than George. Wood dragged along with the bigger in the back. In addition, Franck Franck Ribery and Lennon are inwardly located in the flanks of Chelsea's entire formation, a position that makes them very uncomfortable to defend – between centre-backs and full-backs, a bit like the rural-urban interface of the three-way zone.

So, during this time, the initiative on the pitch was firmly in the hands of Nottingham Forest. Fifteen minutes later, Nottingham Forest began to use that initiative to intensify their attacks.

In the 16th minute, Ribery forced a break down the ribs after receiving a pass from Wood and had his shot saved by Cech.

Two minutes later, Bale stepped in again and crossed after receiving Franck Ribery's cross. Unfortunately, no one in the penalty area was outflanked, and the football swept over the penalty area and flew directly to the other side. Chelsea intercepted the ball and played on the counter-attack.

Ashley. After receiving the football, Kerr orchestrated a counter-attack.

He first used a feint to shake off Lennon who came up to force the robbery, and then decisively passed the football to Ballack after seeing the meaning of the Forest players to counter-rob on the spot.

Ballack leaned on Van der Vaart and looked at the situation on the pitch after understanding the football.

Chelsea will have to admit that they were caught off guard by Forest's change. But Donn had to admit that he was a little risky in doing so — relying too much on George. Wood too. With Van der Vaart, Ribery and Lennon all up front, Wood was basically alone in the back half of the midfield. As long as the opponent moves him away with a pass, he can pass through the midfield without any resistance and face the Nottingham Forest back line. For Chelsea, who have a large number of long-range shooters, facing the back line is also a step into range.

Claude Makelele and Frank Lampard are both running forward, and George. Wood opted to defend Frank Lampard. After all, in attack, Frank Lampard is a far more dangerous threat than Claude Makelle.

Seeing this, Ballack did not hesitate to rub the ball under his feet, passed an overhead ball, and flew straight ...... Makellele!

Halfway through the run, Wood saw this situation, quickly braked sharply, and reflexively pounced on Makellele.

'Chelsea's counterattack! As long as Makelele can get the ball to Lampard, he'll have room to play! The narrator shouted.

The football was still in the air, and Makelle saw George's surging arrival. Wood. He knew how powerful Wood was, and this attack must not be stopped here, otherwise Nottingham Forest would definitely take advantage of the opportunity for them to cut forward and go straight to the Yellow Dragons from the middle.

Put together!

The two jumped up at the same time in a high-speed run and rushed towards the football.

It looked like Makelele was going to get his hands on the ball first, and his experience helped him. Rushing Wood wasn't as nimble in the air as he was on the ground, and if the opponent was destined to hit the ball, the only way to stop him was to hit Makelle headfirst on the forehead!

With a muffled sound, the football popped out, and the two men fell to the ground with a bang, and neither of them stood up.

Referee Mitchell's whistle sounded, and judging by his gestures, it was George Mitchell. Wood fouls. This penalty sparked dissatisfaction among the Nottingham Forest players, who thought that this kind of five-point ball, how could the two collide with each other, and the Forest team should be punished for a foul?

The Chelsea players are also angry, such a ferocious impact is simply to murder Makelele! What are you Forest players protesting against here?

The players of the two teams quickly rushed together, and they had the posture to do a big job. The tension of the final spread from the first seconds of the match, and now it's almost a little bit of a spark.

"Bastard! What are you doing! 'Chelsea's Malouda pushed away the approaching Franck François. Want to fight!? ”

"You fucking hurt our guys!" Ribery tried to rush to punch the but was held on to by Lampard.

"Push them out of my way!"

"Bell, what are you doing up there!"

"Damn, calm me down!"

"Look at our players, who the hell is fouling?" Van Nistelrooy was shouting a protest to the referee, pointing to Georges, who was slowly turning over and sitting up. Wood.

The referee followed his gaze and then hurriedly made a gesture asking for a stretcher to play.

The "Iron Man", "Tough Guy", "Alien", "Future Soldier", and "Shrek", who had almost never been hurt in a match, were covering their eye sockets with their right hand, red blood oozing from their fingers. Makelele, on the other hand, curled up weakly, his hands over his head, his expression pained.

It seems that both of them are not lightly injured.

※※※ "Damn it, damn it, damn it—damn it!" "Donn was walking around irritably in front of the coach's box, and the team doctor, Fleming, had already run up with someone, followed by a stretcher." Let them calm me down! It's only been twenty minutes! Damn, it's not the first time I've played in the finals, why are they like powder kegs, just a little bit? ”

"Maybe it's because George was injured......" Don whispered.

In the Nottingham Forest team, there is such a "legend" that is not known to outsiders: George. Wood is a monster who can never get hurt, and there is no one in the world who can break him on the football field and training ground. While this may be an exaggeration, there is a sense of security in seeing Wood not being at a disadvantage at all against any opponent he is up against.

Could it be that this monster's weakness is the head...... "Look at his and Makellele's performance, who looks like he's more seriously injured?" Donn asked loudly, pointing to the field.

George. Wood sat on the ground, head down, hand over bleeding wound, but nothing else out of the ordinary. Makelele curled up in the hand, and seemed to be still trembling - shock convulsions?

Oh, God!

Both Chelsea and Nottingham Forest's team doctors have burst into the crowd and their arrival has helped the already squabbled manager to separate the players and temporarily calm their emotions – both of them have focused on their injured team-mates. George. Wood was bleeding like never before, while Makelle was concussed.

"It was a very, very intense impact. Both sides don't seem to care about themselves and others, they only have football in their eyes......" The commentator's tone was not as excited as before, and now the situation of the two people is unknown, and it would be bad if there was an accident.

Fleming knelt in front of Wood and pulled his hand away, blood dripping down his cheek and onto his clothes.

"Crashed into a hole...... Headache? He asked.

"Nope." Wood replied in a deep voice, feeling a little gritted his teeth.

Right next to him, Chelsea's team doctor lay down in front of Makelele, stretched out three fingers, and shouted: "Claude, what is this?" How much is this? ”

"Three......" Makelle's faint voice reached George. Wood's ears, ignoring that Fleming was examining himself, turned his head to look. Chelsea's team doctor is slowly flipping his body over and getting him lying on his back. In the process of turning over, Makelle saw George, and the two looked at each other, and Makelle muttered something and closed his eyes to recuperate, George. Wood didn't hear it.

"He said, 'Man, you're so hard-headed.'" Ribery crouched down and looked at George carefully. Wood was bleeding out of the corner of his eye. "How are you feeling, George?"

"I don't feel it."

"Your head is really hard!" Ribery pouted.

"Alright, Frank, don't get in the way of our work here!" Fleming pushed Ribery away.

"I'm just showing concern for our Superman Captain." Ribery shrugged his shoulders and stood up, opened his arms and shouted to the rest of his teammates, "Okay, he didn't have anything." Our captain is a total monster! ”

"Whew-"

The little monkey Bell smiled.

Makellele's side was simpler, Makellele, who had been lying flat on the ground for a while, recovered from the vertigo after the impact, and he was not weak in his speech and movement, he slowly sat up and stood up again. He drew a round of applause and cheers from the Chelsea fans in the stands.

"Makellele! Our tough guy!! ”

"Claude, you're the best!"

※※※ Seeing the cheers received by Makelle after standing up, George. Wood also jerked up from the ground, startling Fleming, who was examining him.

"Hey, George! What are you doing! ”

"I'm fine."

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

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Does your head really hurt?" Fleming asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Do you feel dizzy?"

"Nope."

Fleming held out a finger: "How much is this?" ”

"One."

"What is one plus one?"

"Two."

"What is two times two?"

"Four."

"Where are you now?"

"On the field of the Champions Cup final."

"Well, Ribery is right, your head is really hard. But you still have to go down for me, stop the bleeding, change the jersey, and...... Stitch up the wound. ”

Eight volunteers who were supposed to carry the stretcher had to drag the stretcher down in a huff.

After a detailed examination by the team doctor, Makelele remained on the pitch. Wood walked off the field with Fleming to undergo further treatment.

Behind him, the referee did not forget to show him a yellow card for a foul, and he "earned" boos from tens of thousands of Nottingham Forest fans for his actions. He then "earned" boos for himself from the other half of the crowd – he showed a yellow card to Malouda, who had pushed Ribery in the clash.

Fifty boards each, and that's the end of this conflict. Chelsea take a free-kick from the foul spot. Wood walked to the sidelines to receive on-site treatment from the team doctor.

"I'm not going to give you any more anesthetics, it will affect your performance later. It hurts a little to suture the wound, you bear with it. "After dealing with the blood stains on the wound, Fleming is ready to stitch up the wound." Also, don't blink, I'm not good at sewing that way. ”

Wood obediently stood in front of Fleming, his eyes wide open, as if he were glaring at the Heavenly Venerable. Fleming's hands flew above his eyes, needles and threads went in and out of the corners of his eyes, his rough, angular face was expressionless, neither frowning slightly from pain, nor flickering with fear, the rain gathered on his brow, forming droplets, as if they were about to drip into his eyes, and he still stared at them, without blinking. He faced the pitch and watched the two sides in the game, keeping his eyes on it.

The scene was broadcast on the big screen and on the TV screen, and the Nottingham Forest fans were thrilled, cheering loudly despite the fact that it was Chelsea pressing their side to play:

"Woodwood! You are the forest! ”

"Captain, good ——!"

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

※※※ Fleming as the team doctor, so on-site first aid is not new to him, this simple suture operation he does not know how many hands, but standing George. In front of Wood, he suddenly felt his hands tremble. He didn't know the reason at all, but he felt that his right hand holding the needle was not as stable as before.

After holding his breath and concentrating on the suturing surgery, he wiped off the remaining blood on his face with a towel, and Fleming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nearly suffocated me. George, I can't even feel your breathing, was I just stitching up a wound on a dead man? He complained.

"Can I play?" Wood ignored his complaint and asked rhetorically.

"No, I can't. You'll also have to change your clothes. "Someone next to me has already brought a clean set of jerseys.

Wood didn't talk nonsense, and quickly took off his bloodstained jersey - the original red jersey took on a blackened dark red where there was blood.

"Take your pants off too." Fleming pointed to his shorts, which were also dripping with blood as Wood sat down.

Wood bent down to take off his pants, and in an instant, all he was left with was a pair of white briefs.

His muscular muscles shone silver in the light of the pitch because of the rain, and his toned body resembled a statue of David in the Renaissance, and even the simple act of bending over and putting on his pants became extraordinarily famous.

This scene, I don't know how many girl fans are going to scream excitedly in front of the TV.

"George. Wood was on the sidelines changing his shirt on the spot, which was sure to be an eye-catching piece of gossip on the second day of the game. "It's okay to see both players, and the commentator is in the mood to joke." This unsmiling player was so cool just now! ”

George in a new jersey. Wood raised his hand on the sidelines, and as soon as the referee waved, he rushed back to the court.

Fleming, on the other hand, returned to the dugout 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 sighed. "His composure actually made me feel a little nervous...... It's a shame. ”

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Gary. Such talent is qualified to lead my Nottingham Forest on the pitch. Don answered with a smile next to him.

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

In the rain, George. Wood ran onto the pitch with his head held high, Ribery held out his hand on his course, and Wood high-fived him and ran back to his position.

There was a huge applause and cheers from the stands of the Lushuniki Stadium, and the sound of the rain was insignificant in the tsunami.

(To be continued)