Wood quickly returned to Donne, who looked down at his watch, "Is three minutes so soon?" All right...... Let me tell you what to do after that. He grabbed Wood and pointed to Cesc Fabregas, who was running and passing the ball on the field, to show him, "Look, the opponent's No. 25, do you see?" ”

Wood nodded. "See."

'He's Arsenal's midfield commander, he's the heart of the team and he's the key to Arsenal's ability to beat us in this game. His name is Francesc. Cesc Fabregas, remember his name, his looks, his number. Then go up and bite him one-on-one, stare at him, freeze him. Don't let him get the ball from his teammates easily, don't let him pass the ball easily, and if he wants to break through with the ball himself, put him down. Do you understand? Don turned his head to look at Wood, the young man seemed to be looking forward to his appearance, he couldn't be quiet next to Don at all, he was always bouncing, as if he was still warming up.

That's right, always with a cold face, looking like a robot, who likes it? It's normal to have expectations, to be excited, to be excited.

"Yes, I see."

Suddenly, Donn's attention was drawn to Wood's dishonest legs, he frowned and looked at it, and then asked, "George, where are your shin guards?" ”

"I didn't wear it."

"Why don't you wear it?"

"I don't like it, it's uncomfortable."

"That's not going to work, go put it on. Shin guards are worn to protect you from harm. ”

"I'm not going to get hurt."

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. Go put it on, or I won't let you play! Donn said sternly.

It worked, and Wood ran back at once. Watching him shove the shin guards into his socks indiscriminately, Don shook his head helplessly. There is a saying that this kid may not be wrong...... There's no one in the world who can hurt him on the pitch.

A dead-ball opportunity, the Forest team made a substitution, and George Brown, who wore the number 55. Wood replaces No. 18 James. Biomonte.

Brady saw the Forest substitution, and he glanced at Wood's number. “55？” Generally people who use this kind of big number, in addition to personal preference reasons, is not high status in the team, substitute substitutes, good numbers have been picked up by others, and when it is their turn, there is only 30 chicken rib numbers left, and wearing such a number is equivalent to announcing to everyone: I am a substitute, I have no ability!

He didn't understand what Don was doing with this kind of person?

"Who knows who that 55 is?" He turned his head to look at the coaching staff, the coaches, the team doctors...... Everyone answered his question with shaking their heads.

That's right, not only the Arsenal coaches, but no one in the whole world knows who the No. 55 tall boy is. What position does he play? What is his style of play? What is his skill at the feet? What are his strengths and weaknesses? What is his temper? Is he a genius or a waste? Is he a star or an ordinary person destined to do nothing?

For this football world, George. Wood is a blank slate. You can either write a strong stroke on this blank piece of paper, or you can scribble a few strokes and throw it into a ball and throw it into the garbage basket.

Now, in front of the powerhouse Arsenal and in front of the discerning professor Arsene Wenger, Wood will draw the first stroke of his career.

It's exciting!

George on the field. Wood went straight across the pitch and ran in front of Arsenal player Cesc Fabregas, then stood and stared at him...... Don rolled his eyes, and he heard the sigh of Chrislac behind him.

Arsenal's dugout burst into laughter. Brady laughed the most exaggeratedly, his facial muscles seemed to be convulsed, and he couldn't say his words: "Okay...... Well, now it's clear that he's the guy in charge of defending Cesc Fabregas...... Ha ha! ”

On the field, Cesc Fabregas looked strangely at this player who was taller and much stronger than himself, he was not a purebred white man, because his skin was a mixed-race wheat, and he was not bad, quite handsome.

No. 55 ...... With such a backward number, you want to use this kind of person to protect me?

He took his eyes off Wood and fixed his gaze on Forest manager Tony Wood. Donn.

Hey, Mr. Coach. Can I interpret this as your contempt for me?

Off the field, even the Forest fans couldn't understand Donn's substitution.

"Hey! Who is that number 55? Does anyone know? ”

"Is he a fool? Is this how people stand in front of each other? "Someone complained loudly." What was Tony thinking? If you put on a big idiot, you can guard against the opponent's number 25? ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, he was dragged in front of him by John. Fat John's angry wide face appeared in front of his eyes, like a twenty-two-inch widescreen monitor, quite visually impactful.

"Shut up! Don't underestimate him! John growled.

The person who laughed at Wood was so stunned that they forgot to nod and shake their head.

Someone next to him asked John, "John, do you know that number 55?" ”

Bill nodded, helping John answer, "George. Wood, Tony picked up from the street. ”

"How's he playing? What position to play? ”

This time Bill shook his head. 'We haven't seen him play either, but Toni values him.

Someone in the crowd whistled in displeasure.

"Shut up!" Fat John tossed aside the wretched worm in his hand and shouted, "Let no one doubt his abilities!" ”

"Why, John?" People are asking questions.

"yes, he didn't prove himself at all...... Does he have any abilities? ”

"Because...... He's Gavin's idol! is Gavin's favorite player, the most promising player! The fat man shouted as he stared at everyone.

There was a sudden silence all around.

Fat John cleared his throat, took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and took a stance: "Sing with me now!" Woodwood! Woodwoodwood! Grow into a forest! ”

"Bang Bang!" This is the fat man beating the beat with his hands.

"Wood! Wood! Woodwoodwood! Grow into a forest! Forest! Forest! ”

"Bang Bang!"

"Wood! Wood! Woodwoodwood! Grow into a forest! Forest Forest! ”

"Bang Bang!"

"Forest Forest - Forest!!"

These people followed John and Bill and they sang aloud and improvised the song for George. Wood cheers.

In addition to the relevant personnel of the two teams, they are the most numerous and concentrated in this area, and they attracted almost everyone's attention as soon as they began to sing.

Donn grinned when he looked back at John, who was seriously singing for Wood.

The Arsenal dugout has also taken note of the sudden situation. Brady couldn't laugh anymore, he was a little stunned - wasn't this man a nobody? To have so many fans who support and like him, and even have made up songs for him, this shouldn't be an idiot's treatment!

Number 55, what kind of character are you? Tony. Donn's secret weapon?

The attention of the coaches of both teams was not on the field, and so were the players on the field, almost all of them turned their heads and cast strange and surprised glances at the forest fans, who were still singing for Wood as if no one was around.

Wood? Wood?

The Spanish teenager standing in front of Wood tilted his head slightly, and his gaze was drawn to the crowd of fans singing outside the stadium.

There was only George in the room. Wood didn't react when he heard the singing, still staring at Fabregas in front of him.

Because Don said to himself: bite him, stare him to death, freeze him...... Kill him!

※※※ In the first team is Ashley. Ashley'Cole's substitute Frenchman Clichy passed the football to Cesc Fabregas in front of him, and then sprinted himself, hoping to make a wall one-two with his teammates. But when he ran over, he realized that the football had not come as he had hoped.

Almost at the same time that Cesc Fabregas received a pass from Clichy, he was also replaced by Georges. Wood bumped from behind. So when he lost his balance, he was desperately trying to keep his balance, and naturally he couldn't pass the football to the place he wanted to pass, and the football was kicked directly out of the sideline by himself.

Cesc Fabregas complained to the referee that Wood's action was a foul, but the referee ignored it.

This level of physical impact is as common in England as eating and drinking, and if you are hit, you have to blow a foul, and the game will be interrupted dozens of times. If you can't bump into the other party, it only means that you are not strong enough.

Seeing Wood successfully defend Fabregas one-on-one, Donn high-fived Chris Lack next to him. This kid has performed better than anyone expected, and after ten months of training, he is no longer the hairy kid who is overwhelmed for the first time and then breaks someone's leg with one kick.

Cesc Fabregas is confident, George. Wood is also confident. Cesc Fabregas is not stage frightened, George. Wood also never knew how to write "scared". What about your talented boy and the golden boy of the World Junior Championships? My George. Wood's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!

In order to prevent Wood from colliding with him when he received the ball again, Cesc Fabregas had to meet the ball with his body and at the same time took advantage of the situation to turn the ball back, make a big turn, and adjust the direction of the attack. Got rid of you now, right?

No!

Fabregas turned around to find that the hot breath from Wood's nose had been sprayed in his face!

This bastard! Pursued!

Fabregas, who found that the football under his feet was dangerous, quickly adjusted his body again, turned his back to Wood, and finally protected the ball. But wouldn't his efforts to go around in such a big circle in front of him become useless work?

The opponent was silent and silent, but Fabregas could always hear the sound of breathing coming from behind his spine, clinging to him like a ghost, and he couldn't get rid of it...... ※※※ I woke up late today, and I sent it with my morning.

(To be continued)