Chapter 270 Volume 3 Red Forest Roy Keane (Part 1)

Wood, who was lying on the ground, stared blankly at the sky of Old Trafford, his mind went blank. He didn't know what happened just now, but he could feel a warm stream flowing from his nose to his lips, salty.

Should I keep playing? How is this going?

The sky above the head is getting smaller and smaller, and many people have appeared on the edge, and they are all looking at themselves.

He can recognize a few people, there is Demi, there is Roy Keane...

The scene was chaotic, and those voices became reverberation in his ears, and he couldn't hear what these people were saying.

While Wood was still lying on the ground not knowing what had happened, Keane was explaining to the referee that it was a pure accident - who knew his powerful shot would be blocked by George Wood's face?

There were a lot of people around Wood, and Twain off the field didn't know what happened. He only saw George suddenly fell backwards. Keane's shot was too fast and too close, and his eyes couldn't keep up. But soon he saw the referee, after looking down at the situation, got up and waved to the Forest team's bench, signaling the team doctor to go up.

"What's going on?" He turned his head to look at the big screen in the stands of Old Trafford, where the scene just now was being replayed.

Keane's powerful shot hit Wood's nose hard!

Tang En grinned, and even he, the audience, couldn't help but feel the pain.

"Kean's shot hit Wood's face. It seems that Wood was seriously injured. He was lying on the ground and couldn't get up..." Before the commentator finished speaking, he saw George Wood dangling from the ground. climb up……

Wood was finally able to hear what the people around him were saying clearly, and the referee let him off the field, and he froze for a moment.

end? red card? I was sent off? How can it be! I haven't fouled yet... No, it wasn't me who fouled just now... No, who fouled just now?

He felt that his brain was groggy and his thinking was not clear. So he shook his head vigorously.

The referee interpreted this action as "no", and he said to George Wood very seriously: "Young man, you must get off the field immediately!"

"Why?" Wood asked in confusion after reacting.

"You are injured and must be treated off the field." Albertini next to him quickly explained.

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Wood didn't lie, except that his head was a little heavy just now, everything was fine for him. And the feeling of dizziness is fading quickly.

Fleming, the team doctor of the Forest team, finally rushed into the crowd. He pushed aside the players who were watching the excitement, ran to Wood, and exclaimed: "My God!"

The referee next to him shook his head: "Even if your body is really strong enough that there is no problem at all, you still need to go back to the locker room and change a jersey." He pointed to Wood's chest, "The rules do not allow players to wear belts. Continue playing with blood on the jersey."

Hearing what the referee said, Wood looked down at his chest. The yellow Forest team away jersey had been stained red with blood.

How is this going?

He reached out to touch his mouth again, where it was wet. Taking his hand away, he saw that his five fingers were also stained red—obviously, it was blood.

"Damn!" Seeing Wood looking down at his chest as if nothing had happened, and touching his lips again, Fleming, who was shocked by what he saw at the first sight, finally came back to his senses. He shook his head and cursed. "George! What's the matter with you? Is...someone splashed ketchup on your face? Look at you...what are you still doing?" He stepped forward and grabbed Wood's arm. "Come with me!"

"I'm fine, I can still..." Wood struggled.

"Do you really think the red thing is ketchup? It's blood!" Fleming raised his voice and taught the boy a lesson. At the same time, he also sighed in his heart, does this kid not know what pain feels like? Being hit directly in the face by that kind of ball, he didn't frown and cry out in pain.

When the referee repeated the rules to Wood again, he walked to the sidelines to receive hemostasis treatment accompanied by team doctor Fleming.

Roy Keane stood outside the crowd and watched Wood throw his head back at Fleming's request. He originally planned to apologize to this kid and explain. But now it seems that this kid doesn't need it at all.

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When Tang En saw the replay on the big screen, he knew that the Forest team would definitely lose staff for a while. So he took advantage of the chaos on the field and the game had not resumed, called Albertini to the sidelines, and asked the Italian to go back and remind the team to defend. In the absence of Wood, the team focused on defense. Don't let Manchester United take advantage of this time to beat the Forest team by a small number.

Albertini nodded and ran back again.

After explaining this important matter, Tang En had the mind to go to the other side of the field. Wood was there receiving treatment from Fleming. I hope it's not a broken nose...

If Wood is injured and cannot represent the Forest team... Dunn really didn't think about his substitute.

Gunnarsson can do it, but in Twain's eyes, this person can no longer keep up with the pace of the Premier League. His level is in the current British Championship, and in the previous League One, he can guarantee to occupy the main seat. But in the Premier League, in the Forest team whose goal is not to simply relegation, he can only be a substitute.

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Wood received hemostasis on the sidelines, and Fleming first checked whether his nose bridge was broken, because that kind of impact could really cause a fracture of the nose bridge, and it was not simply a matter of stuffing two balls of paper.

He touched it and found it normal, so he was relieved. Give Wood a rubbing ball.

"Plug it on."

Wood obediently put it on and took it off again.

"I'm out of breath," Wood said to a puzzled Fleming.

"Breathe through your mouth..."

Wood shook his head, then raised his head high, looked at the sky, did not answer, sniffed vigorously, and occasionally his throat moved, something was swallowed.

Fleming didn't know what Wood was going to do, and soon the kid lowered his head again, and said, "Okay."

"Okay? Stop it?" Fleming was a little surprised, "What did you swallow just now?"

"Blood." Wood replied honestly.

Fleming grinned, "Did you eat your own nosebleed?"

Wood nodded.

"God...God..." Fleming didn't know what expression he had now.

Wood ignored him, turned around and walked towards the court, but was stopped by Fleming, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed: "Where are you going? You can't go back now without the referee's permission. Did you forget? Go back to the locker room to change clothes .”

Wood looked down at the red blood on the jersey, which was indeed a little ugly.

So he ran across the Manchester United bench, down the tunnel, to the dressing room to get changed.

Watching Wood disappear into the corridor, Fleming went to the Forest team's coaching bench. Tang En asked him: "How is the situation?"

Fleming curled his lips: "You can tell from the way he is running that there is nothing wrong with him, right?"

"Uh..." Tang En also felt that he asked a not very smart question.

"What the hell, what did he eat?" Fleming said to himself, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"I stuffed his nostrils with paper balls to stop the bleeding. He couldn't breathe. Then he raised his head and drank all the blood in his nose..." Fleming said with a grin.

Hearing what Fleming said, Tang En laughed instead. "Get used to it, Gary."

When Wood returned to the sidelines from the locker room, Tang En stopped him: "George, how do you feel?"

Wood didn't understand why he asked, "What does it feel like?"

"The feeling of shooting."

"I... can't tell." Wood shook his head.

"Well... Take your time, don't worry. Also, don't forget to defend." Tang En patted Wood on the shoulder without saying anything.

The fourth official came over, checked Wood's nose, and made sure that there was no blood on his face, neck or new jersey before allowing him to stand on the sidelines and wait for the referee's call.

The referee saw George Wood, who had already changed into a new jersey, and waved to him when he was running towards the Forest half-court, and Wood ran up.

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For about five minutes Forest were one man less than United as George Wood went back to the dressing room to change.

This was a great opportunity for Manchester United to take the opportunity to break the deadlock early, because what the Forest team lacks is not a striker, but a very important defensive midfielder. However, Tang En's early adjustment made the Forest team completely give up the attack within five minutes - not giving up voluntarily, but because Manchester United attacked too hard, even if they wanted to counterattack, they were a little powerless.

Compared with Giggs on the left, Cristiano Ronaldo on the right of Manchester United is much more active. Franck Ribery, who had been performing consistently well in the previous two months, was completely unable to attack by the Portuguese.

Fortunately, Albertini has rich experience and quickly organized the Forest team's midfield defense. Except for a missed kick from Piqué's clearance, allowing Rooney to miss the goal without marking, there were no thrilling shots.

So when Wood stepped onto the court again, the score on the big screen scoreboard did not change, it was still 0:0.

Nottingham Forest is far more tenacious than Manchester United thought.

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