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Chapter 230 Volume [-] Red Forest Adjustment

"The Forest team did a good job." Taylor praised the home team in the stands for maintaining the lead until the end of the first half. In the first round, Arsenal's defense has been having problems and was scored by the opponent, but the forest team's grasp of the rhythm, let us see a little..."

"A little hope of overthrowing Arsenal!" Gray shouted, he was not afraid of offending Arsenal supporters.

Dunn couldn't hear the praise from the two commentators, but he could tell with his eyes that the current situation on the court was favorable to the Forest team.The fans in the stands sang and cheered for the Forest team. Even the assistant coach David Chrislake, who was sitting beside him, was smiling all over his face when watching the game.

For such a result - leading by one point, completely restricting the opponent - he really didn't expect it.

But Tang En frowned, not showing the slightest joy.When the TV camera occasionally sweeps his face, his expression will definitely mislead many viewers who have just turned on the TV, thinking that the Forest team is lagging behind.

Against an opponent like Arsenal, with Forest's current ability, even if they lead by one goal, Twain can't rest assured.

1:0 was the most unsafe score in Twain's mind.

Soon, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half amidst the cheers of the Forest fans, and the Arsenal players walked quickly to the player tunnel with their heads down. I feel depressed that I am always at a disadvantage in the field-being beaten by a newly promoted horse, I can't fight back, and I can't organize any effective offense.Their style of play is leading the league, but look at their opponents?Rough fouls, back and forth pressing without hesitating physical strength, endless small moves, coupled with a little favoritism from the referee, they have nothing to do with it.

The Arsenal players who returned to the locker room were panting heavily, and they seemed to be more tired than the Forest players who ran non-stop in the first half.

Wenger, of course, would not think this is a harbinger of physical problems.He stood in the locker room, scanning the audience.In any case, the morale of the team cannot be lost.

"I thought the last round of the league was our most critical game." The Frenchman spoke, his voice was not high, and his speech was not in a hurry, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "Remember how we were beaten by Middlesbrough at home? We conceded two goals in three minutes and the opponent made it 3-1. At that time everyone thought we were screwed, it seemed The pressure to tie the record is too heavy. But what is the final score? 3:5." Wenger stretched out his hands, "five" in the left hand and "three" in the right hand.

"I think after that game, you all should have learned how to deal with records. Although we are against the Forest team, their head coach Tony Twain is right in saying: Records start from appearance, It's just for people to break. Put your mind on the game and don't think about the future."

Having said that, Wenger looked at Fabregas again.The Spanish boy lowered his head and was still panting. It seemed that he was tightly entangled by that George Wood in the first half.

So he asked: "Cesc, what do you think of the opponent's number 13?"

Hearing the head coach call him, Fabregas raised his head, his breath suddenly stabilized, he shook his head: "No problem, I can handle it."

Wenger smiled, without battering the pride of the proud young man.Although he could see it, Cesc Fabregas did not perform very well in the face of George Wood, who surpassed him in physical fitness.Maybe this game would have been completely different if Vieira was there. His experience, technique and physicality can put the control of the midfield back in our hands.Unfortunately... Vieira was injured before the season.

"Very well. In the second half, you pay attention to reducing the time the ball stays here."

Fabregas nodded.It was the first time for the proud Cesc Fabregas to stumble on the little-known George Wood twice in a row.

For Cesc Fabregas's thoughts, Wenger is very clear.But he didn't say it, but turned around to discuss the gains and losses of the first half with captain Henry. One was watching the game from the upper and lower coaches' benches, and the other was personally experiencing it on the field. The two had to summarize their respective feelings.

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On the other hand, the atmosphere in the locker room of the leading Forest team at home is not as high as people imagined.Because the players who came in from the outside found that Tang En's brows were always frowning. They didn't know what was wrong, which made the head coach look very ugly, and none of them dared to speak loudly.

Fortunately, Dunn quickly told them the answer: "Do you know why I was frowning? You did a great job, I should praise you, praise you. But there are still 45 minutes left in the game, I hope you know this. One It is not safe to lead the ball. After scoring a goal in the first half, we put too much energy on defense. In the second half, we have to change it a little..."

He pointed to the tactical board where the lineups of both sides had been drawn.

"When we had the ball, Ribery, Ashley Young, you guys cut in a little bit, give up the flanks to Barnes and Chimbonda who came in behind and let them move Arsenal. Then you look at the timing and insert from the ribs." He drew an arrow and explained, "Demy, your task is to send the ball to the ribs of the opponent's defense. If the opponent starts to pay attention to this position , and send it directly to the middle road.”

Albertini looked at the criss-crossing arrows and the dotted and solid lines on the tactical board and nodded. He felt that he was in a good state in this game, and sending such a ball would not be a problem.

Tang En looked at Wood again and said to him: "George, when we attack with the ball, your main responsibility is to protect Demi. You know how to do it, right?"

Wood nodded.

"Very good, everyone has clearly defined their goals. Don't relax, our opponent is not a team at the level of the First Division. I hope that after the game, I can celebrate the victory with everyone!"

Tang En clapped his hands, then clenched his fists.

"Let those who look down on us die!"

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