Godfather Of Champions

"Aaron Mitchell! Beautiful header from outside the penalty zone! Nottingham Forest equalized the total score of both sides!"

The city stadium burst into huge cheers.

Barcelona's coach Pep Guardiola was very angry on the sidelines. When the football was "rubbed" by Mitchell's head, he also threw the water bottle in his hand.

"Who the **** is this kid!"

The two assistant coaches Vilanova and Eusebio wisely chose silence at this moment.

Guardiola's anger is not directed at his team. In fact, they can score a goal under such conditions, which is already very good. What makes him angry is that he knows nothing about this striker from Nottingham Forest. Without knowing anything, he can't make targeted arrangements. For example, he didn't know that this No. 9 header was so good, otherwise he would not let the team give Bentley a chance to play the ball from the side...

After a while, Vilanova said: "Maybe... things are not as bad as we thought? At least now the total score of the two sides is tied, and the away goal is also tied. We still have the opportunity to overtime... …"

Guardiola frowned and shook his head, saying in a bad mood: "The state of the team is useless to play overtime... On such a venue, the players' physical energy is consumed very quickly."

He was right. Even if Nottingham Forest accidentally drags Barcelona into overtime, they are not worried at all. Tony Dunn had already considered this possibility before the game. The physical stamina of the Forest players is enough to ensure they can complete the 120-minute fierce game, but Barcelona is not. Playing on such a terrible venue requires much more physical energy than usual. Another 30 minutes of playing will only increase the possibility of injury to their players.

No wonder Dunn was not in a hurry after losing the ball.

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There was a groan on the coaching bench in Barcelona, ​​and the players on the field were not much better. After Barcelona scored their morale, they hoped to continue their efforts and score a second goal. In that case, it would be almost impossible for Nottingham Forest to reverse. Unexpectedly, now that the second goal was not scored, Nottingham Forest would score another goal...

When they saw football flying into the goal, they felt cold almost at the same time.

What frightened them was not the score, but the 70 minutes of the game. They still couldn't get used to the feeling of playing on this kind of venue. On the other hand, Nottingham Forest was just as easy as a fish. What will be the final result of the game going on like this? They dare not think about it.

After the game restarted, Barcelona stepped up their defense against Mitchell, but this time Mitchell's performance was even better. Barcelona's players can prevent him from shooting, but they may not be able to prevent him from passing. As a front beacon, he can not only score goals on his own, but also create various opportunities for his teammates. His height is the biggest weapon. At the same time, his stopping skills and ball protection skills also make Barcelona's defenders unable to take him-once he is squeezed behind him, then don't want to intercept the ball successfully without fouling.

Abangraho also got two threatening shots because of Mitchel's outstanding performance.

To make matters worse, four minutes after the Forest team scored, Messi withdrew from the game because of a sprained knee in a fight. The soul of the team was really a big blow to Barcelona due to injury. Many Barcelona players on the field are a little confused... They really don't know how to play such a game.

The Catalan commentator began to scold Tony Dunn and his Nottingham Forest when Messi was injured, calling them unsportsmanlike and destroying the players' bodies in order to win.

The English commentator let out a sigh of relief: "Finally, a player was injured... On such an uneven field, no one was injured. It's just unreasonable!"

When Messi was injured, Guardiola finally couldn't help it. He rushed to the sidelines and found the fourth official-the former referee who was injured before-he pointed to the field and said to the fourth official: "This is The venue for the Champions League match? It is uneven and hurts my players! Is this also allowed?"

It is a pity that Dunn is not on the sidelines, otherwise he will definitely come out and refute him without hesitation: "UEFA agreed, what are you calling?"

The fourth official shrugged a little helplessly: "There is nothing we can do, Mr. Guardiola."

"I have to appeal to UEFA after the game! How can such an unsportsmanship be allowed to happen?"

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"Hey, look!" John suddenly pointed to the coaching bench off the court, where Guardiola was emotionally saying something to the fourth official. In fact, everyone knows what he said. Just look at his actions. ——He is pointing at the court.

"Ha! Lost Red Eye?" Dunn laughed in his seat. "Want to find a UEFA mother crying?"

"I guess he must be protesting the cancellation of this game, or to complain to UEFA!"

"Too bad to plant!"

There was a deafening boo directed at Guardiola from the north stand. Even Dunn followed Hush inside. He can't go down and scold Guardiola, of course he can only hush off here.

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The fourth official comforted Guardiola and said: "We will put these situations into the game report, but now please go back first, Mr. Guardiola."

Guardiola walked back with a black face. The boos grew louder and he just pretended not to hear it.

Messi was finally carried down on a stretcher, his expression was painful, and the face of the team doctor was also unsightly. Seeing this, Guardiola couldn't help but want to swear. He looked up to the stand where the booing loudest. He didn't find Dun En, the guy hid among a group of fans, dressed in the same clothes as them, and couldn't tell which was him.

UEFA punished him in the stands. Looking at it this way, maybe he did him a favor...

Guardiola gritted his teeth and thought.

Messi could not continue the game, Guardiola replaced the young midfielder Busquez, wanting to strengthen the thickness and control of the midfield. Busques, who is 1.89 meters tall, has outstanding physical fitness, and his appearance may change Barcelona's weakness in the header. At the same time, his style of playing is simple, and he is also very suitable for handling the ball on such a court.

Before playing, Guardiola patted Busques on the shoulder and exhorted: "Be careful, don't get hurt..."

This is really helpless.

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After the game continued, Barcelona's players became angry. This is also normal...Who isn't angry watching your teammates get injured because of this terrible venue? What's more, they themselves may follow in Messi's footsteps, and they can't calm down even thinking of this snack.

Even Pikwe put aside the feelings between him and Nottingham Forest, and did not hesitate to bring down Mitchell in defense. His approach "won" him a boo from Nottingham Forest, and he didn't feel embarrassed anymore.

Nottingham Forest doesn't care what the Barcelona players think. They continue to attack Valdes' goal and want to resolve the fight within 90 minutes.

But Busquez's appearance did play a role. His height and physical condition helped Barcelona complete the midfield defense well. In the header contention, he and Pique teamed up to defend Mitchell, thus liberating Puyol, and Abangraho had no chance.

So Nottingham Forest began to try more use of long shots to seek scoring opportunities. This kind of offense often ends after attacking the frontcourt.

Dunn was very dissatisfied with this, and waited a while to see the team showing no signs of change. The fans shouted in the north stand: "Be patient! We have the advantage! Don't blindly shoot long distance!"

"Okay, guys. I'm sure they heard it." Dunn told them to stop after shouting a few times. He didn't want to be too explicit.

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As the game progressed, Barcelona's players began to gradually reclaim the defense, and later everyone retreated to halftime. They don't have more offense now, so naturally they can only focus on defense. They hope to hold this score, at least there are 30 minutes for them to fight again.

Tang stood up from the coach's bench. He felt that it was time for the team to attack, so he gestured to press on the whole line.

"Nottingham Forest's offensive is quite fierce! Barcelona has returned to the defense for this...Look at how many Barcelona players were in the penalty area during Nottingham Forest's attack? Eleven! All are back!" Proudly, "Who said Nottingham Forest played conservative utilitarian football? Such a scene is not common in general offensive football, right?"

Such a scene may be a shame to the Barcelona fans, because they have always compressed their opponents into this way in previous games, and they have never been so embarrassed.

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Mitchell felt that since the 1.8-meter-nine-meter boy came on the court, his pressure has been much greater. Sometimes he can win in header contention, but he can't listen to the ball. It seems that Barcelona made special arrangements for his height and header...

If this continues, Mitchell doesn’t know if he can use his head to contribute to the team. He has played almost a whole game. In such a long time, he has been playing with two of Barcelona’s best The defender engages in direct confrontation and consumes more energy than he played in the last league game. His jumping and sprinting are not as strong as before, and sometimes he can no longer guarantee a stuck position.

When Bentley passed the football, he was stuck in the position but was pushed behind him by Pique at the last minute. When he tried to squeeze back, he felt like he was pushing a locomotive and jumping. Unable to jump up, he watched Piquet head the ball in front of him.

Barcelona fought back and their teammates were quickly returning to defense. He had a lot of energy but lacked strength, supporting his knees with his hands, panting heavily. In the past, he was on the bench. Although he started in the previous league game, he was replaced midway, and he didn't even play a complete game. Now that he has been in such a fierce competition for more than 70 minutes, he doesn't know if his body can support it until then.

George Wood interrupted Silva's pass to Boyan in the backcourt, and he made a long pass without hesitation.

Mitchell, who was still panting in the frontcourt just now, planned to jump up to catch the ball, but was sentenced to offside-he patronized the rest, but forgot to look around.

"Is being too big and physically weak..." Dunn muttered to himself in the stands.

Mitchell then got another chance, but this time when he took the football to his feet, he quickly lost it under the defense of Pique and Busques. At 2.02 meters, he was even crushed to the ground by two people who were not as tall as him, looking vulnerable.

Barcelona fans began to laugh at this silly big man in the stands.

"Aaron Mitchell fully exposed his lack of physical strength. He was too thin and did nothing under Barcelona's tight defense. His performance is worrying. Maybe the Forest team should consider replacing him?" Even the narrator began to question Mitchell. "He scored a goal, and for a young man who made his debut in such an important game, he did a good job. The forest team's coaching staff can't ask him to do more because it's impossible."

Chris Lak also noticed that Mitchell's performance during this period was not as active as before, which is obviously related to Barcelona's targeted defensive arrangements. Guardiola found that the situation had improved after replacing Messi with Busquez. He simply replaced Harvey with Keita. The team changed to 442, with three defensive midfielders and one offensive midfielder. It is difficult for the Forest team to pass Mitchell's feet now, and Barcelona's midfield defense has become tougher. Another reason is that Mitchell’s physical fitness has dropped so severely...

He talked to Tang: "Aaron seems to be dying, the opponent's defense against him is too strict, and his physical exertion is also a bit heavy... The first time he played such an important game, he also faced Puyol and Pique. For eighty minutes, I think he did a good job... Are we considering replacing him? The most important thing is..." He hesitated for a moment and expressed his concerns, "Tony insisted that he start, he His performance is very good. But I am afraid that the confidence he just built up will be destroyed if he continues to play like this. You must know that Pique and Puyol are not ordinary defenders. Let him fight these two powerful enemies. We are a little too reluctant..."

Tang frowned. He is also considering whether to replace Mitchell with Ibisevic, who has better physical fitness and better shooting skills. But his thinking is always inevitably diverging in another direction-if it were Tony, what choice would he make?

He found that if it were Tony, he would probably insist on keeping Mitchell on the court.

So do you agree to do this?

"David...I don't think Tony will agree to change him..." Tang hesitated.

"But now it is the two of us who are in charge of the team, Don!" Chris Lak was a little dissatisfied with Don's use of Tony Dunn as a shield.

Tang also seemed to feel that he was too weak, he couldn't always look at Tony's head. He considered it for a while and then made his own choice: "Let's wait and give him another five minutes..."

Chris Lak nodded and said nothing more.

The game entered the seventy-ninth minute, and immediately there were ten minutes left.

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Once again, Nottingham Forest organized an attack.

Keita, Yaya Touré and Busques formed a wall in front of Barcelona's penalty area, blocking the forest team's attack.

The midfielder of the Forest team wanted to send the football to Mitchell, but under the strict defense of the opponent, even if the ball passed, Mitchell could not hold it at all and would soon lose the ball. Why is it necessary to pass it on?

Thiago held the ball, a little confused. He wanted to pass it out, but he didn't know to whom. Just when he looked around and hesitated, his ball was stabbed by Keita.

The Barcelona fans in the stands burst into huge cheers, but their cheers stopped abruptly just after they started. Because Keita's ball was also broken by George Wood.

When Keita succeeded in stealing the ball, Barcelona planned to counterattack, and their formation pressed outward a little.

Mitchell found himself in an offside position again, so he retreated. This time, you can't let teammates pass into offside. But this time he retreated a lot. Instead of being the beacon at the forefront, he simply retreated to the position of Abangraho-a bit like a shadow forward. Is it overkill?

After George Wood steals the ball, he sees Barcelona's defense line retreating in an emergency, just to get away from Mitchell who ran back. He hasn't been watching so far!

Wood passed the football without hesitation.

Pikwe saw that the football was passed to Mitchell, and pounced on it. He has seen through the big man, he knows that the opponent's physical fitness is close to collapse, as long as he puts on a little force behind him, his ball will be lost.

Mitchell's physical fitness is indeed exhausted, and there are only two things in his mind now-catch the ball and don't lose it. As for where the opponent is, who the opponent is, and how they are going to deal with him, he didn't even think about it. The hypoxic brain made his thinking easier, and all the extra things were stripped away.

Pikwe rushed up, and he decided to speed up and go around Mitchell, come to a sudden defensive move, cut Mitchell's ball, and then take advantage of the counterattack of Nottingham Forest!

Good idea, but...

After catching the ball with his back, Mitchell smoothed the football with his heels. At the same time, he jumped up and stepped on the ball and turned around to pull the ball. He turned 180 degrees around Pikwe, and even drove the ball to avoid Pikwe's defense. ! Piquet went around and made Mitschell beautiful this time!

"Wow! Wonderful!" The commentator couldn't help but exclaimed. "Marseille back!"

A person with a height of two meters and two makes an elegant movement like a waltz, which is indeed very visually stunning...

At this moment, Mitchell threw the boss's warning of "no show-off" to the sky. When football came, more than two years of hard training allowed his body to automatically make the most suitable choice-no head, no body, just use his own foot technology to deal with.

After being overtaken by Mitchell, Piquet was in a daze. He was stunned and even forgot to return to the defense. He didn't expect that when he pounced on, the opponent happened to pass him, and he still didn't know. How did the other party do it.

With the help of Busques, Puyol has been focusing on Abangraho and others. He did not expect that Pique, who played well in the whole game, would be passed so easily, and he was a little caught off guard.

Fortunately, Booth's attention was very concentrated, and when Mitchell passed Pique, he rushed to defend.

Mitchell suddenly stopped outside the penalty area and kicked his foot to shoot after getting away from Busquez!

Bussques stretched his feet to block, but he didn't expect this to be a fake action by Mitchell!

He took advantage of the opportunity to buckle away Bootsques and broke into the penalty area!

"We connected two people in one breath! God, what did we see? The two-meter and two-meter big man showed off his footwork in front of Barcelona's defense! Is Ibrahimovic possessed by the soul? This world too crazy!"

Busques, who had been snapped by Mitchell, could hardly believe his eyes. He slipped to the ground and turned his head to look at Mitchell in surprise, but at this time he could only see his back.

At this moment, Mitchell and Guardiola understand that Mitchell is completely different people. He doesn't use his height and header advantage at all, but uses amazing skills at the foot! Guardiola, who saw this scene off the court, sat in a chair and suddenly felt a failure-this kid has many things he doesn't know! Who the **** is this kid falling to the ground!

Mitchell seems to have entered a mysterious state of selflessness, perhaps too tired, his body instinct in turn dominates his consciousness, whenever an opponent is in front of him, his legs will automatically do Take action and lead him all the way forward. He didn't know who the faces that appeared in front of him were, he only knew he was going to get rid of them!

"Son! Pass him! Pass him!" Mitchell's father yelled excitedly when he saw this scene in the stands.

Although Busquez’s block failed to block the ball, he at least bought time for Puyol and other defensive players.

I saw Mitchel go into the restricted area alone after two people alone. Puyol and the other Barcelona defenders surrounded them. They dropped their original defensive goals and slammed with Mitchell as the target.

Mitchell didn't look up, and after entering the penalty area, he kicked and shot again!

Puyol strode across in front of him, intending to block the opponent's shot with his body.

This was actually a fake action. Mitchell dunked the football with his left foot. Puyol's rich experience had expected him to do this for a long time, so he was not moved at all, just stuck in position.

Mitchell didn't think that one spike was not finished. He used his right foot to push the football back to its original position. Two consecutive spikes finally opened a seam, and Mitchell continued to interpolate! Puyol froze in place because his center of gravity changed too quickly.

"Three!" The narrator shouted excitedly.

Breaking through Puyol's defense, only Valdes was in front of Mitchell. He kicked his foot and hit the door once.

Regardless of whether he came true or still faked this time, Valdez had to make a defensive action. He fell to the ground and pounced in the direction where Mitchell might shoot, while Alves faced Mitt from behind. Chel made a flying shovel, even if he fouled, he couldn't allow this kid to easily score after playing three Barcelona defenders like this!

Never want to score such a beautiful goal in front of Barcelona!

Mitchell seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without looking back, he pulled the football to the right, and he jumped up. Fooled Valdes, and also avoided Piquet's flying shovel.

Although he avoided Pikwe, he also lost the first opportunity to shoot.

Alves wanted to come up to grab the ball, Mitchell tilted his body and pressed his 2.0-meter body on him. This time he swiped his feet again, for the fourth time!

But this is not a fake...

"Mitchell! Mitchell! Mitchell!" From the moment he broke into the penalty area, the narrator kept chanting Mitchell's name, louder than ever. Because if he doesn’t yell louder, he can’t hear what he’s yelling even with sound-proof headphones—the entire city stadium is like an erupting volcanic crater, with huge cheers constantly rising, wave after wave .

"Mitchell! Mitchell-GOOOOOOOAL! Beautiful goal! Wonderful goal! Great goal! A big man with a height of more than two meters has played the Barcelona defender with his long legs. Men! He overturned the entire defense of Barcelona alone! A miracle! Who would have thought that this big man has such a delicate footwork! Hey, Mr. Tony Dunn, he really played in the previous seven years. Defender?" The English commentator was almost mad, while the Catalan commentator on the other side was completely silent.

"On such an uneven field, even Messi can't guarantee to control the ball, but he, a big man of 2.02 meters, did it! He leveled Barcelona's penalty zone like a giant! Football is docile under his feet. It's like a sheep, he walks on the ground! The city stadium that made Barcelona's technical players suffer is like the lawn on his back garden, and he drew a wonderful picture on it with a pair of long legs!"

"Listen to the cheers of the City Stadium--!"

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"Aaron! Aaron! Aaron Mitchell!! If you don't know the name of Nottingham Forest Nine, you are out of date!"

This is the voice of Nottingham Forest fans, and it became the only voice over the city stadium during this time.

Tony Dunn was holding his head with his hands in the crowd, and he could hardly believe his eyes. He knows that compared to shooting ability and physical confrontation ability, Mitchell’s skills are better at the feet, but he did not expect to be so good-to firmly control the football on the uneven field where it is extremely difficult to control the ball. At his feet, four consecutive people shook the goalkeeper, and finally sent the football into the empty goal.

Is this what the average forward can do?

Good luck, **** luck? But good luck will only favor those who are prepared...

In the uniform cheers of the fans, he seemed to see a new star of tomorrow rising.

And his adversary Guardiola slumped in a chair, and didn't even have the strength to scold "Who the **** is this kid".

If the ball really loses, he must admit that he did not expect Tony Dunn to boldly use a newcomer in the game. He knew nothing about this newcomer and was the main reason for the failure of this game.

He thought the rookie was excellent in height, and generally speaking must not be good for jumping and headers, but Mitchell's header from outside the penalty area gave him a slap in the face. Next, he thinks that this person is excellent in height, bounces well, and heads well, so the skills at the feet must be poor. According to the general law, this analysis is perfect and impeccable.

He was wrong again...

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Mitchell wakes up like a dream when football enters the goal? He looked at the football quietly parked in the goal, and then looked back at the Barcelona players lying on the ground. He still couldn't believe his eyes.

I scored?

How did you get in?

It seems... it seems to have passed all of them?

what! Ruined! The boss must scold me! He said he was not allowed to show off his footwork...how did I forget it!

A little frightened Mitchell was taken aback by the huge cheers coming from behind. He turned his head and looked at the stands, with countless arms waving and everyone yelling at his name.

"Aaron! Aaron! Aaron Mitchell! Aaron Mitchell! If you don't know his name, you are out of date!"

He didn't find the leader in the crowd, because it was all arms and excited faces. He didn't know if the boss was also among the cheering crowd.

He took his gaze back from the stands, and when he threw it on the court again, he saw his teammates leaping towards him excitedly with open arms.

Then he was thrown to the ground, a hoarse roar in his ears.

They were shouting: "Aron, you bastard! You stole the limelight from all of us!!"

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PS: After this chapter was written, it didn't feel good, so I overturned it and rewritten it again. In order to make the character of Aaron more vivid and three-dimensional, I don't know if the effect has been achieved. But it seems that I am basically satisfied.

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