Chapter 384 Volume 3 Red Forest Wins (Part 1)

"Eighty-six minutes into the game, the home team Nottingham Forest won a direct free kick in the frontcourt. The opportunity was precious, and almost all the players of the Forest team rushed forward..."

"Arteta handed the football over to the young Gareth Bale. This is the first time he has stood in front of the football to prepare for a penalty. Gareth Bell, who is only 16 years old, came out of the Forest team's youth training camp. He is an excellent player who can play left back and left midfielder, has a strong assist ability, and is also... very good at free kicks."

"Let's see if the young Bale can score the first goal of his career against Chelsea! The decisive goal! The pressure must be great for him..."

"...But this kid's performance has surprised us again and again. If he really resists the pressure and scores this goal, I won't be surprised anymore."

"Gareth Bale, a Welsh boy aged 16 years and 105 days, stood in front of the ball and in front of him was a wall of five Chelsea players. It may have been a free kick that decided the final result of the game , is also a ball that determines Bell's future career..."

The commentators stopped their work, and the audience in the stands and in front of the TVs held their breaths.

On the small TV screen, Bell backed away, the referee's whistle blew, he ran up and kicked!

The football drew an arc around Makelele's bald head, and around Petr Cech's outstretched five fingers, and then flew into the goal against the goal post!

Countless arms were stretched out, and no one could hear the commentary on the TV. Even the picture on the screen shook violently—the whole city stadium fell into madness.

"GOOOAL!" Bell's father in the stands yelled as he turned around and hugged a fat man who was fatter than him.

"GOOOAL—!" Countless Forest fans in red in the stands jumped up with their arms raised high.

"City Stadium is shaking, Gary, do you feel it?" Mortensen asked from the commentary booth.

"Obviously, John Bell ignited this red volcano. It's so beautiful! It's perfect! Gareth Bell, who is 16 years old and 105 days old, performed perfectly in this game, which is impeccable!"

"Wait, Gary, there are more beautiful ones..." Mortensen stood up suddenly and looked down.

In the TV footage, Tang En, who rushed out from the coach's bench, suddenly did a 360-degree side flip. After landing firmly, he swung his fist vigorously, as if he was the one who scored the goal!

"Haha!" Lineker laughed. "This is so much fun! This game is so much fun!"

I don't know if Bell on the field saw this scene happening on the sidelines. He was surrounded by ecstatic teammates.

"Coach Tony Twain must have been in a circus before, his moves are really cool!"

"Newspaper editors are starting to have a headache about who to put on the front page."

At the same time, in front of the coach of the home team.

"Tony? Tony?" David Chris grabbed Dunn who was still shaking his fist.

"Huh?" Tang En looked back at his partner.

"How did you think of it?" He was referring to the side flip just now.

"I promised Bale that if he scored a goal, I would give him a more handsome celebration. How about it?"

"Handsome!" Chris Lack laughed. "We won, didn't we, Tony?"

Tang En turned his head to look at the electronic scoreboard. The score on it had changed from "2:2" to "3:2". He looked down at his watch again, and the time until the end of the game was running out.

"Although I don't want to draw conclusions before the game is over. But..." He looked at Chris Lark and nodded, "You are right, David. We will win!"

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Bale's goal was a huge blow to Chelsea's morale and they were given the lead with four minutes to go. Even Mourinho couldn't come up with a better way at this time.

On the contrary, the Forest team became more courageous as they fought more and more, and they still had a chance to knock on Chelsea's door in the final stage of the game. If it weren't for Cech's brave performance, this game would probably make Mourinho lose face.

When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, the city stadium became a sea of ​​joy. Forest supporters sang their team anthem to celebrate another win over Chelsea.

"The game is over! After a fierce battle, Nottingham Forest beat Chelsea 3:2 at home! Since returning to the Premier League, Forest has maintained an unbeaten record against Chelsea, and Mourinho has no opponent to win Still haven't won."

"With the victory of this game, the forest team's points changed from 22 points to 25 points (note: because the author didn't learn arithmetic well in elementary school, he miscalculated the forest team's points. Before this game, the forest team The team lost one game in ten rounds of the league. It should be 7 wins, 1 draw and 1 loss with 22 points, not 6 wins, 1 draw and 1 loss with 19 points. I hereby apologize), and after the start of this season, Chelsea, who have been undefeated in ten rounds, encountered They lost the first game, their points stagnated, and the second-placed Forest team has narrowed the points gap to only three points. The league is starting to look good!"

This time, Mourinho, who lost the game, did not turn around and leave, but took the initiative to shake hands with Tang En according to the post-match etiquette.

"Back to Stamford Bridge." That's what Mourinho said when he shook hands. Dunn knew that he had already started planning for revenge at home.

"I'm looking forward to it too," he replied.

Mourinho ignored him, let go of his hand, turned and left first.

Tang En didn't mind this either, and now he didn't have time to pay attention to the mood and feelings of the losers. He turned around and walked towards the field. At this moment, he wanted to celebrate the victory with his players.

Bell became the focus of everyone, and everyone gathered around to congratulate him on his first league goal. He saw Tang En also walking up.

"Congratulations, Gareth." Dunn winked at him, "Did you see my celebration?"

Bell nodded vigorously and kept laughing, "Sure enough, he's more handsome, boss."

"It's far worse than your performance." Tang En smiled and patted Bell's head. The seeds he personally brought back from Southampton and buried in Wilford have finally blossomed and borne fruit... "Have you practiced your signature yet?"

The teammates around laughed.

The Forest players who won the ball were all in a good mood.

"Okay, guys!" Tang En stood in the crowd and said loudly, "Go thank the fans! Gareth, don't forget to thank your dad!"

The players lined up obediently and waved their hands to the red phalanx in the stands.

Tang En turned around and walked out.

He walked very slowly, even a little like walking, without any purpose. In this way, he slowly paced on the court.

He also wants to enjoy the atmosphere here, the atmosphere after winning the game...

Reporters have moved out of the mixed zone, waiting to interview players as they come off the field. Tang En was not afraid of being disturbed. Stadium staff are clearing debris from the stadium and stands. After an exciting victory, there is always a lot of mess left behind.

Tang En liked the calm after the hustle and bustle passed. He just put his hands in his pockets, walking back and forth, not in a hurry to go to the press conference.

Suddenly a person approached him.

"Mr. Reporter, you have to go to the mixed zone for interviews." Dunn pointed to the player tunnel and said to Pierce Bruce who was walking over.

"I'm not here for an interview." Bruce laughed. "look."

Tang En looked at his chest, and sure enough, the press cards were all put away.

"Why don't you interview me?"

Bruce looked at the slowly empty stands and took a deep breath. "I like the calm after this kind of excitement, so come down for a walk. What are you doing again, Mr. Tang En? The press conference is not here either."

"I'm the same as you." Dunn said, looking around the stands.

"It was a great game. Everyone, every part of the game ... was amazing, including that side flip celebration."

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Reporter. Are you going to say the same in the paper?"

"why not?"

Tang En stopped talking and just looked at the busy stadium staff.

"Mr. Dunn, do you know that I still occasionally think of the scene when you held an impromptu press conference at the entrance of the hospital." Having said this, Bruce laughed.

"Well...we were all newbies back then."

"I can't believe there will be a day when we stand and chat after beating Chelsea."

"Maybe one day we will chat like this after beating Real Madrid, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich..."

"I believe what you say."

"Then, I have to go." Dunn waved his hand and walked towards the player aisle.

Pierce • Bruce looked at the man's back in a daze. It's really hard to connect the person who embarrassed himself at the press conference and made himself unable to step down to this person now.

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