Chapter 52 Let me play (Part 1)

Tang En stood on the side of the field No. 1 of the Youth Training Base, watching Andrew lead the people to water the stadium. Then he looked up at the sky that was covered with clouds but not raining.

"Weather forecasts at home and abroad cannot be believed!" Tang En cursed in a low voice. "Is this light to moderate rain?"

Donn looked at his watch, and it was nearly an hour before the game began, and he signaled Andrew and the others to no longer have to water it.

"No more watering? Are you sure, Mr. Tangen?" Andrew stood in the middle of the venue and stood loudly in the middle of the venue holding a water pipe that was still gurgling out of the water. He was wearing a raincoat and wearing a long rain boots.

"I'm sure! Very sure! If you continue to pour it, we and Arsenal will play water polo instead!"

When Andrew heard Don't En's answer, he waved his hand. The staff packed up their tools and left the court. Don't go up and stepped on it, it was very slippery, as if it had just rained. He was very satisfied with Andrew's work.

Although before the mid-1990s, especially the Arsenal style of the Graham era was tough and rough, and insisted on boring "1:0ism", football flew around the air most of the time, and it was not good-looking at all.

But since the Frenchman Arthur Wenger came, this situation has been greatly improved. The French have brought artistic football, emphasizing the ornamentality of football, paying attention to the cooperation of short passes on the ground, and emphasizing the performance of personal skills. Now Arsenal plays the most beautiful football in England and is praised by the world.

However, teams who like to play like this have higher requirements for the venue. The slippery and muddy football field is definitely not a stage suitable for Arsenal performances.

Fatty John and Skinny Bill have arrived, and a lot of people have come. If these people are placed in the city stadium, they can almost fill a small stand. They stand in two rows outside the barbed wire, occupying most of the length of the stadium.

Although not everyone wears the Forest Team red jersey like Fatty John. But they all hold red scarves, and some even make a slogan overnight and hang it on the barbed wire.

There is a cartoon avatar of Tony Donne, which is not very similar, but still highlights its characteristics - his hair that is messy because he has never taken care of it. There is a sentence next to the avatar:

Hey, Tony! Let's win another game!

As soon as the wind blew, the portrait floated up, looking like Tony Donn roaring at the stadium.

Looking at these enthusiastic fans, Tang En smiled and shook his head, then walked over and started chatting with them through the barbed wire. These people are regular customers of the Forest Bar, Tang En knew very well that they were his most loyal supporters.

Just like every player, there will be a group of fans, an organization like a fan group. Although Tang En is not a player, he also has his own fans...

It feels so good to be liked and recognized by others...

They got together and chatted for more than 20 minutes. The youth team players came to the stadium one after another, and then went to the locker room to change their jerseys and warmed up. John and the others began to cheer for the children.

Although there are often loyal fans watching the youth team's games, the number of people today still surprised and excited the players.

Just as these children were just stepping onto the court to warm up, their opponents came.

As the car whistled, a red and white bus turned over from the asphalt road next to the stadium. The body was painted with the Arsenal Club land logo and name. The bus passed the stadium and drove towards the parking lot. Donn glanced at it.

He said goodbye to John and the others, turned around and returned to the home team's coaching seat - in fact, it was a few folding chairs for the coaches to sit on and a long wooden bench for the players to sit on.

Soon, the Arsenal youth team members walked in through the main entrance. Donn saw several familiar faces in the crowd - Francesque Fabregas, Gal Clichy (gael`

clichy), Michael Papadopoulos, Philippe` senderos.

The owners of these names will occupy a place in international football in the future, and now their oldest is 18 years old and the youngest is only 15 years old. After the player enters the field, he is a coach.

Arsenal youth coach Riam Brady (liam`brady) walked towards Tony Donn and reached out to show his friend.

He is an Arsenal celebrity and once played for Arsenal from 1975 to 1980. He was the team's midfielder core at that time, his brain on the field, and now he is the Gunners' youth supervisor.

But Don Eun didn't know this person, and what surprised him was the tall man standing not far behind Brady, with silver-gray hair and a big nose that was erected, like a serious version of Mr. Bean - this is the head coach of the Gunners and French professor Arthur Wenger.

Why did the first team head coach come here? A hint of doubt flashed through Tang En's mind.

"Mr. Done. Good afternoon. I hope the game will be a good game later." Brady said, with no nutrition, no novelty and useless greetings. He didn't take Tang En seriously.

The Forest team also didn't take it seriously. What about having the top youth training facilities in the UK? We at Arsenal have the world's top youth training system.

"Yeah..." Don Eun's mind was full of "Why did Wenger come here?" "What is his intention to come here?" "Who is the one who commands Arsenal in this game?" Such questions were very coldly responded to Mr. Brady's politeness.

This naturally would not be very pleasant in the eyes of Arsenal legend Mr. Brady. He thought Don looked down on Arsenal youth team and himself, so he didn't say much and turned around and walked back.

Tang Endi's eyes were still on Wenger. When he saw that there was one more person next to Wenger, he realized that Mr. Brady had already returned. Did he say something to himself just now? Oh, hell, it seems that I offended another person...

Wenger was talking to Brady, staring at Fabregas on the field. Donn understood that the French must have come to examine the performance of several young people.

Eighteen-year-old French defender Clich has transferred from the French club in Cannes this summer. He has already played in the Premier League for Arsenal's first team, but the number of times is limited. In order to maintain a competitive state, Wenger also lets him participate in youth team competitions.

The tall Swiss centre-back Sendros is the same situation as Clich.

Of course, Donn had reason to believe that the biggest purpose of Wenger's trip to Nottingham was to investigate the Spanish child who had just bought for a month - Francesque Fabregas.

Fabregas, who is a little thin, is warming up on the court. He looks very confident and not nervous. And... he has only been with this team for a month and looks like he has been in Arsenal for ten years.

It is obvious that he will be the core of this team and the key figure in this game.

Is there anyone in the Forest team who can defend him at present? Tang En looked at the Forest team players who were warming up on the other stadium and scratched his head.

Wenger's arrival caused some commotion to the fans watching the game on the sidelines. He is a celebrity in the Premier League and a world-class head coach.

Some of John and others are not only supporters of Forests, but also Arsenal's fans, because Arsenal's game is very good and very offensive.

Someone whistled in excitement: "Look! It's that Frenchman!"

"How could he be here?"

"Don't worry about him! Maybe we can ask him for an autograph after the game..."

"Idiot!" Fatty John interrupted the enthusiastic discussion of these people, and he said with a face to the point, "Now he is our enemy, don't show so enthusiasm! You really embarrass me! Come and shout with me-Forest!"

"Forest! Forest!!" A group of men raised their arms and shouted at the top of their throats.

Mr. Brady wanted to go on the court to guide the team to warm up personally, but as soon as he stepped onto the court, he suddenly heard a roar from the fans from outside the court. His heart trembled, his feet slipped, and he sat directly on the ground!

"Really! Ah..." Brady, who sat on the ground feeling embarrassed, slapped the ground angrily, but soon mud was thrown on his face, and his palm was covered with more mud. "What kind of bad stadium is this?"

Wenger, who was standing next to him, wanted to reach out to help him when he saw Brady's soles slipping, but he was still one step late. The youth team leader fell to the ground funnyly in front of him.

Seeing the players on the court want to laugh but dare not laugh, Wenger smiled. "Riam, get up. This must have been intentional by the Forests." He took out a clean towel and handed it to Brady, "Wipe your face first, then your butt."
Chapter completed!