You'll see a completely different world …
Rebrov looked up at Millwall's goal. The opponent's goalkeeper stood in front and there were very few defenders. There was a lot of space, and he saw countless routes from his position to the goal.
Yes! I saw it!
Taylor blocked Phillips behind him. He looked up at the ball and glanced at Rebrov from the corner of his eye. His teammate in the yellow away jersey was waving at him, gesturing for him to head the football back.
I'll give it to you!
Taylor jumped up and pinned Phillips under his body, then headed the high ball from Reid to Rebrov who was rushing forward!
Wise continued to follow the opponent's preparation, but he did not expect the Forest team's number 10 to suddenly speed up and leave him behind in just two steps! He wanted to catch up, but found that his body was no longer listening to him. He was old … He could only stagger as he watched Rebrov face the flying football, jump horizontally, and swing his leg at the football …
"Taylor, head the ball …"
I saw it, this is the way to the goal, this is … a whole new world!
"Rebrov … REBROOOOOOOV!"
Millwall's goalkeeper, Tony Warner, did not expect Rebrov to volley the ball from outside the penalty area about 30 meters away from the goal! He stood too far forward, and no matter how hard he jumped, no matter how long he stretched his arms, he could not stop the powerful volley! The football skimmed over his hands and then fell rapidly, hitting the net with the commentator's roar!
"Incredible! It was unbelievable! A super long shot! From Sergei Rebrov —! "
Deafening cheers came from the away team's stands, which were heavily surrounded by the police. At this moment, they suppressed the singing and booing of the Millwall fans. At this moment, Nottingham Forest made the Millwall people shut their mouths!
"This is Rebrov! A great goal! Tony Twain's team has shown us their amazing courage! They equalized the score in the away game! The home team's stands were silent. Everyone was stunned by the shocking long shot! Beautiful! Beautiful! Millwall's goalkeeper, Tony Warner, has nothing to say about his loss! "
After completing the shot, Rebrov got up from the ground and looked up at the goal. The football had just hit the net. He knew he had succeeded! He was so excited that he did not hug Taylor, who had assisted him. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the team manager, Tony Twain, who was celebrating with Walker on the sidelines. He wanted to thank this man for giving him a new lease on life!
He was not good with words and could not say anything mushy. At this moment, the only thing he could do to express his gratitude was to hug the man tightly in his arms and hug him tightly, almost suffocating Tony Twain. Behind him, his teammates swarmed forward, pushed him and the manager to the ground, and then all of them pressed on top of each other …
"Ah! Damn it! My ribs! "Tang En, who was at the bottom, let out a wail.
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"… This is the quarter-finals of the EFL Cup! Millwall was hosting Nottingham Forest! After the fan riots in the final stages of the first half, the second half of the game continued! Not even five minutes into the match, we saw a beautiful goal! This is a goal worth the ticket price! "
Motson's passionate voice came from the television in the bar. The audience below the television had already turned into a sea of cheers. A few excited fans jumped onto the table and poured down the mugs of beer in their hands. More people followed their example and splashed the beer in their hands into the air. It rained beer in the bar. The beer sprayed on everyone, but they did not care. They opened their mouths wide to catch the beer falling from the sky. At the same time, they waved their fists and shouted, "Well done! The Ukrainians! Well done! Tony! This is the best counterattack to those bastards! "
"No one can come out unscathed after angering us! No one! "
"Millwall's idiots will regret this! You shouldn't have mentioned Gavin's name! "
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The cheers and celebrations from the Forest fans in the stands continued. The game had restarted, and the dissatisfied boos from the Millwall fans rang out again.
McRally, who had been equalized, walked to the sidelines in a panic, trying to salvage the situation. Tang En gave him a disdainful look. This man was not a threat to him at all.
After he led the First Team in a dozen games, the only manager who left a deep impression on him was Neil Warnock, the manager of Sheffield United. Because the old man defeated him in the most crucial game, leaving him with a defeat that he would never forget.
Nottingham Forest, who had used a world-class shot to equalize the score, was in full form. Even Wise felt helpless in the face of the Forest players who rushed up. In his nineteen years as a professional, it was the first time he felt such a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. He was old, and the field belonged to the young.
Seven minutes after the Forest team equalized the score, they successfully overtook the score again. This time, it was Andy Reid who scored. After a beautiful coordination in front of the penalty area, the Forest team allowed him to dribble the ball into the penalty area and then break the net with a low shot from the left flank!
After taking a 2: 1 lead, the Forest team played more actively. And the Millwall players could also see that their opponent was addicted to killing and did not want to stop.
Because Mark Phillips could not defend against Gareth Taylor, Kevin Muscat was ordered by the manager, McRally, to mark Nottingham Forest's number 18. The opponent was a full ten centimeters taller than him! The difference was not only reflected in the height, but also in the strength of the body.
Muscat had expended all his energy in the entanglement with Taylor, and his anger was rising rapidly like a thermometer placed in boiling water. He really wanted to break this big man's leg. At most, he would be sent off with a red card, but the other party might have to lie in the hospital for half a year!
When he knocked down Gareth Taylor from behind again, Taylor fell to the ground with a scream, then he hugged his ankle and rolled around in pain, looking like it was really broken.
The referee's whistle sounded, and the Australian center back, Muscat, accepted his ending with a smile — a second yellow card and a red card. This was within his expectations. He did not even try to defend himself. While his teammates were still surrounding the referee and pleading for him, he pulled his jersey out of his pants and looked at Taylor, who was lying on the ground, with a grin.
Boy, I walk down, and you get carried off. This is our respective ending. Which one do you think is better?
He had just finished thinking this when he saw the big man, who had been rolling on the ground and reaching out in despair to call for a stretcher, stand up in front of the team doctor! And he walked off the field by himself!
Of course, he did not forget to turn back and smile at Muscat.
Friend, we're all walking down. But I can come up after that, and you … go back to the locker room to take a shower and change your clothes, then go straight home!
The smile on Kevin Muscat's face froze …
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Millwall, who was down a player and still behind in the score, did not give up the game. They were ready to fight back frantically amid the cheers of the fans.
But their fighting spirit was extinguished in their hearts before it could be ignited.
The dawdling Muscat had just walked to the sidelines when another loud cheer came from the away team's stands.
"Gareth Taylor! What a beautiful header! Poor Mark Phillips could not defend against Taylor, who was the same height as him. Nottingham Forest's top striker this season has increased his personal goal tally to 11! 3: 1! Nottingham Forest, the visitors to Newden Stadium, are in the lead! "
Muscat looked at Taylor, who was huddled together with his teammates to celebrate the goal, and punched the railing next to him in frustration. He had been tricked by this big man. No, he had been tricked by that man!
He turned his gaze to Nottingham Forest's technical area, where Tony Twain was jumping up and waving his arms excitedly.
He suddenly felt that not only had he been tricked, but the team's manager, Mr. McReally, had also fallen into Twain's trap.
This … bastard!
Under the urging of the fourth official, Muscat, who had been sent off with a red card, finally left the field unwillingly and made his way into the players' tunnel.
Following that, the Millwall fans in the stands gradually fell silent. They could only watch helplessly as their team was slaughtered by the suddenly explosive Forest team. Who asked them to use the name "Gareth" to provoke Tony Twain's team?
Look, this was the outcome!
4: 1!
5: 1!
6: 1!
7: 1!
The Forest team had gone berserk, as if they could score with any random shot. No matter what changes McReally made, there was no way to save the team's fate of a crushing defeat at home.
He stood on the sidelines in a daze, almost unable to believe what his eyes had seen. Why … Why did it turn out like this? He had been smug before the game, and he had a bright future ahead of him during the halftime break. Now … Now everything that had happened was a disgrace to him!
The referee finally blew the whistle to end the game. The nightmare of Millwall's 38-year-old manager, Alan McReally, and his team, as well as the Millwall fans in the stands had come to an end …
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