When Guardiola got the starting list for Nottingham Forest before the game, he saw the name on the forward line. At that time, he thought for a while, and then asked his assistant: "Is Ibisevic also injured?"

Vilanova shook his head: "I haven't heard of such news. We only know that Eastwood must be injured and missed the game."

Guardiola heard this from his most trusted assistant, and fell into thought again.

He really didn't know why Tony Dunn sent this completely strange forward without injury to Ibisevic. He didn't even have any information about the person in front of him. He only knew that he was called "Aaron Mitchell" because it was written on the starting list. Before seeing the real person, he didn't even know how tall Mitchell was. Not to mention the technical characteristics and true level of this person...

He frowned. Barcelo’s defensive training is aimed at Ibisevic, while Ibisevic is sitting on the bench. Barcelona’s defenders don’t know anything about this man in front of them. Let's observe for a while. Then I hope Nottingham Forest will not use this to advance the ball...

It seems that it can only be so. No one in the coaching staff is familiar with this "Aaron Mitchell", so it is even more unlikely that Barcelona players will be familiar with this player who has never heard of it.

This is the scene before the start of the game. Now Guardiola is sitting on the coaching seat of the visiting team, watching the game on the court. Next to him, the home team coach's bench, the head coach's position is empty. The Chinese assistant looked like a head coach, but he was a bit too nervous.

Guardiola still turned his eyes to the stands unconsciously, as if he could find Tony Dunn from among so many people. In fact he found nothing.

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At this time, Dunn is enjoying football surrounded by a group of his closest fans.

"You rarely watch the ball in this position, Tony?" The fat John sitting on the left laughed. The game has just begun, and his attention is still on the people around him.

"We have been penalized in the stands many times, but this is the first time to sit in the stands where hard-core fans gather to watch. Um... it really has a much better view than the coaching bench."

"Should we change? You will come here in the future, I will sit there." John pointed to the coaching bench of the Forest team below.

Dunn grinned and said nothing.

Bill on the other side poured cold water on his friend: "I bet you can't sit down for forty-five minutes."

"Don't apply your own level as a standard to other people, thin!"

Taking advantage of the two people's quarreling effort, Dunn turned his head and looked up. Nottingham Forest gave the two UEFA supervisors very good treatment and arranged their actions into the VIP box. But this was actually Dunn's arrangement, including sitting in the stands was also Dunn's idea. Since we are at home and have the benefits of home, we must make good use of it, otherwise it will be a violent thing.

Arranging to sit in the North Stand is not really to be able to enjoy the game with old friends here. Dunn has another purpose.

He glanced back at the box, and never found two game supervisors dressed in black, but he was sure that the two must be watching the game with drinks on it.

So he interrupted the debate between John and Bill about who is more capable of sitting as the head coach of Nottingham Forest.

"Hey, guys. I want to discuss something with you..."

John and Bill unanimously stopped their argument and turned to look at him. "If you need help, Tony!" They agreed this time.

"Well, it's like this... The people in UEFA did everything possible to prevent me from contacting the coaching bench and the players below, so I don't have any communication facilities..."

"I will lend it to you!" Bill took out his cell phone, but was photographed by Dunn.

"Don't take it out, you can't even borrow someone else's mobile phone. Do you think they don't know what I'm doing here if they sit there?" Dunn pointed his finger on it without turning around. "They have a high-powered telescope."

"Wow, it's like this!" Bill felt very surprised. It was just a supervision. Why did he act like a voyeur...

"I prepared it for them." Dunn smiled.

"Huh?" Both of them were surprised.

"I want to show that I am very cooperating with them, and I will never play tricks. Preparing telescopes for them proves that I have no ghosts in my heart. But in fact..." Dunn laughed horribly, that made John really Want to punch him.

"I really can't communicate with the following through any means of communication, but UEFA didn't prohibit fans from shouting, did they?" He smiled again, his eyes narrowed together.

"Hey, Tony! Don't bend around, just say it! What do you want us to do?" Bill was anxious. He is not a very patient person.

"Sometimes I may need to give up-to-date instructions on the situation on the court, but I cannot tell my coaches or let the players know what I think. But I think maybe I can tell them through your mouth. . If I have information to tell the people below, I hope you will help me shout out loud, but don’t be too deliberate. It’s like cheering for the team in the stands... So, when UEFA asked me about it I had a reason at that time. They can stop my mouth, but they can’t stop yours. Ha!"

John followed Dunn and laughed. He now feels that Tony Dunn’s mind must be different from everyone else, otherwise how could he come up with so many ghost ideas?

Bill reacted a little slower, but then he suddenly realized.

"That's okay, Tony!" he exclaimed excitedly. "We are happy to fight against UEFA! I've seen those people in suits not pleasing to my eyes!" He also shook his fist.

John also patted Dunn on the shoulder: "You can assume that you are standing in the stands directing the game, and we will be your assistant coach."

Dunn nodded to the two people: "Thank you!"

John laughed: "As long as you can win Barcelona, ​​it will embarrass UEFA. Let alone help you, you just want us to pave the way, that's fine!"

After he finished speaking, he got up and left his seat to inform the nearby fans. When the time comes, he will have to act collectively. It will not work with two or three people. So all the stands must know what they are going to do for a while.

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Five minutes into the game, Barcelona's offensive was fierce, because they kicked off first and could use their technical advantages to keep the football in their own hands. Another reason for the fierce Barcelona offensive is that the iron gate of the Nottingham Forest midfielder seems to have something wrong today... George Wood turned his head to look for the man in the north stand many times during the game. He finds it very strange. He always thinks that as the captain of the team, he should be a person who can be alone. But when I habitually glanced at the coaching bench before the game started, but couldn't find the familiar figure, I felt a little uneasy...

Since when will he be regarded as a reliable object?

This is ridiculous! I’m George Wood, and I’ve been alone in the slums since I was a child, taking care of my mother. I don't need to rely on anyone!

Even though he thought so, he hoped to cast his gaze to the North Stand...

There are so many people there, you can't find anything.

Just as he turned his head, Iniesta passed the football from his defense zone, but he did not react.

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"George is a little absent-minded..." Dunn frowned and murmured in the stands.

"Microphone One" next to Bill pricked his ears, "Do we need to shout this sentence?"

"Ah? Uh, no need." Dunn waved his hand quickly. The side effect of letting the fans help with the microphone is that if you say anything you want, you may be misunderstood as you need to shout out... If someone is too enthusiastic, there may be embarrassing scenes such as thousands of fans shouting "Malegebide" in unison. . Because he is used to chattering swear words in his mouth endlessly when watching the ball, and they are all in Chinese...

He doesn't know where Wood is going wrong, but judging from his performance in the past few minutes, he is always looking around on the court, not paying attention to the game. This is a very rare case. George Wood has always been known for his concentration, full attention to the game and serious and dedicated attitude. A situation like today shouldn't happen to him.

So what is wrong?

If he is off the court, he can stand on the sidelines and shout loudly: "George!! What the **** are you doing!! Give me attention to the game!"

Now although he has fans as megaphones, he can't shout anything.

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Don also noticed Wood's abnormality. However, his reaction was different from Dun En's. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then he wanted to understand. So smiled and raised his head, turned back to find the loud voice Chris Lak: "David, you help me tell George that Tony is in the middle of the north stand."

Chris Lak is a little weird: "Didn't you say it in the locker room?"

Tang smiled: "Maybe someone didn't hear it at the time."

Chris Lak shrugged and stood up from his seat. He really feels that he, an assistant coach, is like a nanny, no matter how big or small, he takes care of everything...

After taking a deep breath, he yelled: "Joe-Zhi!"

Wood heard Chris Lak's voice, he turned his head and looked over and found that Chris Lak was pointing his finger to the north stand: "He is there! In the middle! Stop looking! I think he must be dissatisfied with your performance!"

This sentence worked, and Wood glanced at the North Stand, and then reinvested in the game.

When Messi was about to break through from him, he was interfered with, the ball bounced on the turf and knocked out of bounds on his feet. It was still a throw-in from Nottingham Forest.

"George Wood was a little out of form in the first five minutes of the game. His position allowed the Barcelona players to break through many times. But now it looks like it should be okay! Messi just planned to repeat the same tricks, but he fell into trouble. It didn't make a breakthrough, but under Wood's personal interference, he gave the Forest team a throw-in."

Messi also felt that the wind had changed. He is like a zebra in the African savannah. When the wind changes, he can smell a lion in the low bushes. He raised his head cleverly, pricked his ears and looked around vigilantly.

Regardless of whether George is willing to admit this feeling, his heart is very calm at this moment. The previous one was like a lion dozing off in the afternoon, lying lazily under the bushes, letting the little rabbits and zebras jump over in front of his nose, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

But when the last gleam of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, night fell. Our lion stood up from the shadows, eyes gleaming, staring at its prey.

He is hungry.

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When Wood rejoined the game, Barcelona's advantage in the first five minutes disappeared. In addition, there is a very bad news-their people are completely unable to adapt to the shabby venue of City Stadium.

When Silva ran to the air on the left and raised his arm to ask for it, Harvey keenly noticed that there were no Forest team players marking him nearby. So he passed the football after a sham shot.

Such passing is as simple as walking for the Spanish national team's organizational core-provided that it is on a more normal turf. At the City Stadium, the ball he passed eventually rolled out of bounds. Silva raised his leg but did not receive it. Because the football suddenly jumped to the left when it was in front of him and flew directly out of the sideline!

The Catalan narrator thought at first that the two people had made a mistake in cooperation, but regretted that they missed such a good opportunity. But then Barcelona's passing ball made a series of mistakes, and he felt that something was wrong-when he first saw the stadium, he only regarded the turf quality as bad, and some places showed dirt, but now he found that there is soil under the turf. problem!

"I don't know how the Nottingham Forest Club maintains turf, but I know that other than that, there will not be a professional football club in the world that maintains turf like this. This must be Tony Dunn's idea again! This is... Sports ethics!” He doesn’t need to think about fairness. He is a Catalan commentator. Those who listen to his show must be Barcelona fans. He doesn’t need to consider the mood of the English fans, so he is on the show. He tried his best to demean Barcelona's opponents, and the response was good at the same time.

After Silva missed the ball, Boyan had another very good chance. After breaking through Woodgate, he almost faced Akinfeev alone, but just as he stretched his legs to take a shot, the football suddenly jumped on the uneven turf! His kick kicked out, and he almost twisted the knee that supported his foot... Fortunately, he reacted quickly and threw his entire center of gravity out. Although he fell into a mess, he was very embarrassed, but finally he was not injured.

As for football, it is naturally easy for Akinfeev who strikes.

Akinfeev, who is holding the football, has not forgotten to smile at Bo Yang, who is lying on the ground.

"It's almost ten minutes since the start of the game. Barcelona relied on the advantage of possession of the ball after the opening to launch several threatening attacks. George Wood's distraction caused Nottingham Forest's defensive loopholes. But Barcelona did not score a goal. Their players It’s as if you can’t play football anymore. The performance on the court is very... funny. I think it must have something to do with the venue. To be honest, the turf of the City Stadium is really terrible! Barcelona was wearing a yellow away jersey in this game. , But I estimate that by the time of the intermission, their jerseys will turn brown..."

Seeing his players behave like this, Guardiola, sitting on the coach's bench, shook his head. He really can't do anything, he is not a superman, and he cannot move the turf of the Nou Camp to England and then spread it in an instant.

He can only hope that Nottingham Forest is also constrained by this stadium, even if it is 0:0 in the end, Barcelona will advance.

Such a bad venue is a double-edged sword. No one knows how football will work. Sometimes naughty football can cause trouble for Barcelona, ​​but who can say that at other times, it cannot become a nightmare in Nottingham Forest? (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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