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"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, beads of sweat scattered and grass chips flew!
The Reading player, dressed in a blue and white striped shirt, fell awkwardly sideways. At the spot of the collision, George Wood stood there, the football he had just intercepted lying quietly at his feet.
"Foul …" Before the Reading fans could finish their words, they were drowned out by even louder cheers.
"Well done!!" The Forest fans all stood up and shouted.
The referee also seemed to hear the home fans' shouts. He wagged his finger at the Reading player lying on the ground asking for a free kick. At the same time, he retreated and ran forward.
"Give me the ball!" Gunnarsson shouted beside Wood. This was a great opportunity for the Forest team to counterattack.
Wood obediently passed the ball over but did not run forward. He firmly remembered Tang En's request for him — defense. Don't let the opponent pass by him and threaten the goal at the back. The vast area between the center line and the penalty area is my territory. I'm the ruler here. Anyone who wants to pass through here has to ask for my permission! That kid from the Reading team just now, did you … buy a ticket?
"What a beautiful head-on defense!" Motson shouted. "Steve Sidwell is a very physically outstanding member of the Reading team, but he couldn't gain the slightest bit of advantage in front of George Wood! Coppell is furious at the referee's decision. In fact, this is indeed a reasonable collision. If he wants to ask why his player flew out horizontally in the end … there's only one explanation. George Wood is too strong! Poor Sidwell crashed directly into a wall while dribbling the ball at high speed! "
Seeing Coppell stomping his feet in front of the technical area like a monkey who had been robbed of a banana, Tang En could not suppress the smile in his heart. He looked at Coppell and applauded Wood's performance. At the same time, he said to Walker beside him, "Des, did you see that? Mr. Nice Guy is getting more and more impatient."
Walker smiled and said, "I'm guessing he'll be furious at halftime."
"That's great. I know he really wants to defeat me here. The longer the score is maintained at 0: 0, the better it is for us. "
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Tang En and Walker were not wrong at all. Coppell, the manager of Reading F.C., wanted to defeat Tang En so much that he was almost going crazy. During the halftime interval, he berated everyone in the team in the locker room, because the Reading team, with all their main players, was unable to take down the Forest team's substitute lineup in the first half. His plan was not only to get the three points in the away game, but also to do it beautifully. Whether it was the scene or the score, he wanted to make the cunning Tony Twain speechless.
"Don't tell me … You can't even beat the f * cking Nottingham Forest's second string! Those two central defenders have never worked together before. The amount of time they have spent training together is probably less than the amount of time you f * cking spend in a woman's bed! Break down those two stupid center backs! They can't even withstand a single blow! "
The players shrunk their necks and lowered their heads as they sat in the locker room. Who knew what they were thinking?
It was not that they did not want to win. The second half had just started and they had launched a storm-like offensive against the home team. But the two defensive midfielders were too powerful! Most of the attacks ended before they reached them. Even if the other passes could get in, they were all collectively resolved by the Forest team's rear defensive line. Of course, they also knew that the two center backs, playing together for the first time, were the Forest team's fatal weakness in this match. But the two defensive midfielders seemed to have erected a steel barricade in front of the Forest team's penalty area.
Look at poor Sidwell. His bravery was admirable, but his final result was lamentable.
The person wearing the Nottingham number 33 jersey was not a player, but … a wall! A wall that stretched from one side of the field to the other!
He was clearly seen defending on the right flank, but after three passes, the football went to the left flank. The Reading player had just intended to increase his speed to break down the Forest team's defensive line and had just knocked the football out when he was shoveled out of the end line. When that person got up and looked at the number on his back … it was still number 33!
It was already the 79th minute of the match! His speed had not changed at all!
Too … terrifying!
That was the only impression that the Reading players had when they first saw George Wood.
The entire match basically saw Wood constantly sprinting horizontally near the thirty-meter zone. Maybe it looked silly that he only knew how to run with the football, but it really frightened his opponents. He and Gunnarsson were like a pair of steel teeth, constantly opening and closing, opening and closing, biting off Reading F.C.'s attack route!
The Reading team was completely at a loss for what to do with this troublesome midfield. They simply took the high ball directly from the backfield and fed the ball to the striker in front. This was exactly what Robert Huth wanted. George Wood's extraordinary performance even made him feel that he was too idle for a period of time!
Now watching the football fall from the sky, he and Hill jumped up and took turns clearing the air above the Nottingham Forest penalty area.
Reading, who had lost Gott, was completely unable to create any trouble for the Forest team's defensive line on offense. If they planned to break open the Forest team's tight defense from the flank, then one of the two defensive midfielders would immediately fill in at the flank to assist the full backs in defense. If they planned to shoot from the middle … Wood and Gunnarsson would probably have shoveled away the football just as the shooter raised his leg.
At the 80th minute, the television screen displayed the statistics of the match so far. In terms of ball possession, Tang En's team was at an absolute disadvantage with 31%. The Reading team had 69% of the ball possession, but only had eight shots at goal.
"This is crazy! I believe that many Forest fans were looking forward to the spectacular goals of their new favorite, Freddy Eastwood, before the match. But … this match has become the stage for the 18-year-old George Wood! I think it's necessary to remind everyone again that this is the first time this young man wearing number 33 is representing the Forest First Team! This is his maiden match, but it's so perfect that it leaves people speechless! Perhaps … we're witnessing the gradual rise of another star! "Motson's passionate voice was heard through the satellite signal and spread throughout Britain.
Tang En did not know how many people would be watching the broadcast of a League One match in front of the television, but he knew that Wood had succeeded. The kid's performance was even better than he had imagined. Much, much better …
Beside him, Walker asked Tang En excitedly, "Tony, I saw you talking to Wood for a while in the changing room. What did you say to him to make him so excited in the second half as if he had taken drugs?"
Tang En shrugged. "I only told him that because he had been transferred to the First Team, I would consider giving him a new contract to replace his original youth contract."
"That's all?" Walker was a little disappointed.
"Of course … No, I also told him that the better he performed, the higher the weekly salary on that contract."
Walker was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter.
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In the VIP box, Evan was congratulating Sophia. "Madam, you have a genius son! Tony never misjudges people. "
Sophia smiled slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Chairman, for the compliment."
On the other side of the two, Reading F.C.'s chairman was much more depressed. Separated by a few chairs, he could still hear Evan Doughty's laughter. Before the match, when he heard that Tang En would be sending out a substitute lineup, he had been looking forward to a beautiful victory.
Damn it! How can a draw make you so happy? Useless Yankee!
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From the 85th minute onwards, Tang En began to make planned substitutions. Basically, he let the players on the substitutes' bench go up to warm up and at the same time delay the match time. That was why he did not bring on three players at once, but changed one every one or two minutes.
The score was still 0: 0. He had achieved his goal. Next, he just had to make use of the rules reasonably and delay the match time. Then, he would get a point.
In reality, Reading F.C.'s draw today was not undeserved. Although it looked like Forest F.C. had sent out quite a few new substitutes, the majority of the team would be the main force for the next half of the season. For example, he had decided to completely promote George Wood. With such a performance in the first match, he believed that no one would question his decision. At the same time, he was not the slightest bit worried that letting George Wood play in the First Team's starting lineup so soon would ruin the young man. The example of "hurting Zhong Yong" was ineffective against George Wood!
Rebrov stood by the side of the field, waiting for a dead ball to appear on the field. He was going to replace Eastwood. Due to tactical reasons, the Romani did not have much to show for this match. No, it had to be said that all of Forest's light in this match had been stolen by George Wood alone. Before the match, when the critics who were worried that Tang En would lose saw this scene, would they still be able to say anything? They were probably busy looking for fragments of glasses on the ground.
Reading F.C. launched another attack. They were not willing to fight to a draw with such a Forest F.C. in an away game.
But … George Wood, the wall of air, appeared again. In front of the Reading F.C. players, who were stumbling with the ball and were physically weak, it was as if he had just been brought on. He was full of energy and moved quickly.
Poof! Wood poked the ball from James Harper, Reading F.C.'s attacking midfielder. Then, before the opponent could react, he took a big stride, circled to the front and poked again. This time, he completely poked the ball out of the opponent's range of control.
Then, Wood caught up to the ball. He got the ball. But … But what should he do next?
For more than a year, he had been practicing defense. Other than the basic technique of passing, he knew nothing about offensive tactics. What should he do next?
He did not see that Reading F.C.'s defense was empty, nor did he see Eastwood, who was planning to outflank them from the side. Suddenly, he heard a roar.
"What are you doing? Pass the ball! Kick the ball to the front! "
Tang En waved his arms and roared at him from the side of the field.
That's right … Now is a good chance for the team to attack. But who should I pass to?
"Don't bother so much! Bastard! Just kick it to the front! Use all your strength! "Tang En, who was standing by the side of the field, wished he could personally replace Wood in kicking the ball.
Now was the Forest team's best chance to fight back. If he seized it, they might be able to win the game. Then, he would have really struck it rich!
But if it was because of Wood's hesitation that delayed the opportunity and caused the team to lose the chance to win the game … Tang En really did not know whether to cry or laugh.
"Kick to the goal-!"
Wood was called back to his senses by the drawn-out voice. He no longer cared about the Reading F.C.'s chaotic situation in front of him. He used all his strength to kick the ball to the goal. The ball flew high, drawing a rainbow-like arc in the air as it darted toward the goal!
The cheers from the stands grew louder and louder. Amidst the cheers, the Reading F.C.'s goalkeeper, Jamie Ashdown, turned and ran toward the goal.
Seeing this scene on the field, even Tang En, who was off the field, was dumbfounded. Could it be that David Beckham and Xabi Alonso's souls were possessed at this moment? This kid would never be able to kick so accurately during training!
"George Wood's long pass … My God! Is this a direct shot?! "
In the box, Evan Doughty could not help but stand up from his seat and lean over to look at the football flying above the field.
Coppell rushed out from the technical area and almost directly rushed onto the field. He clenched his fists and shouted, "Bastard! Don't let this ball go in! "
Ashdown looked up at the falling football and muttered in his heart, "You won't go in, won't go in, won't go in!"
He saw the right time and leaped as he retreated. He raised his hand, intending to lift the football over the crossbar. That way, everything would be over …
But he underestimated the power and speed of Wood's kick with all his might. The football did not hit his fingertips, but his wrist! Then Ashdown fell into the goal. The football did not fly over the crossbar as expected. It bounced back to the front of the goal!
Damn it! There's still a chance … Ashdown struggled to free himself from the entanglement of the net and got up to pounce on the football. At this time, he heard the cheers from the stands suddenly become many times louder than before. It suddenly rang in his ears, as if a supersonic plane had just flown over his head!
A black figure appeared in front of the football. Because of the backlight, he could not see the color of the person's jersey and appearance clearly. Was it his teammate, the Reading defender who had returned to defend?
On the sidelines, Tang En jumped up.
Mortensen stood up from his seat with a microphone in his hand.
Evan Doughty's hands pressed tightly on the glass window of the box. His fingers exerted so much force that they made a creaking sound.
Ashdown saw the black figure swing his leg at him and then viciously whip the football. He watched in despair as the football flew past him. The noise from the stands reached a peak, and then he could not hear anything else.
“GOOOOOAL！！ Oh my God! Nottingham Forest has taken the lead in the final moments of the game against Reading FC! Freddy Eastwood! He appeared in front of the goal like a ghost. A beautiful follow-up shot! I'm willing to bet that even Coach Tang En did not expect him to win this match and get three points! Look at his performance on the sidelines! Nottingham Forest's technical area was in a frenzy! He hugged everyone he saw! It was a crazy goal! A 60-meter indirect assist from the 18-year-old George Wood, who had just made his debut! Well done, kid! This is your first game. Continue to play like this. You'll have an incomparably bright and brilliant future! "Mortensen howled without a care. There was indeed a reason for him to be impulsive with such a goal.
The Nottingham Forest players, who had been waiting in the backfield without any expectations, opened their arms and roared as they rushed towards Eastwood in the front field to celebrate the goal that had ignited the City Ground.
Gunnarsson was so excited that he punched his midfield partner on the back. Then, when Wood turned his head to look at him, he laughed and shouted, "Are you stupid? We scored! Well done, lad! This is your assist! "After shouting, he, like the others, ran towards Eastwood.
Compared to the frenzy of the others, Wood was still a little stunned. He stood behind the center circle in a daze — this was the place where he had just kicked — looking at his teammates who were dancing around him, looking at Eastwood who was pinned under him, looking at Tony Twain who was taking turns to hug everyone on the sidelines, and also looking at the jubilant fans in the stands of the City Ground stadium.
As he panted, he thought of a question: How much could this kind of performance increase the weekly salary in that contract?
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Walker shook Twain's shoulders with all his might. The tip of his nose was almost pressed against Twain's face as he roared, "Tony! Tony! He's a genius! I swear! I swear on my 20-year career that he will become an amazing player! You know who I'm talking about, don't you? "
At this time, Twain finally calmed down. He grabbed Walker's shoulders hard and replied, "Of course I know, Des!" Then he turned his head to look at George Wood, who was in a daze on the field.
From the time you thought of ways to pass the ball alone on the youth team's training ground, from the time you went alone to lay flowers at Gavin's grave, from the time you ran to my doorstep and told me, "Sir, you should sign the best player in England!" I f * cking knew you would succeed, George!
Gavin's idol can't be a mediocre, nameless player!
Lad, you've already had a fantastic start. Are you ready now? Take big strides forward on this road … No, run! Run at full speed!
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This wonderful goal completely crushed Reading. Nottingham Forest relied on this "lucky goal" at the last moment to defeat Reading and get the three points that they had not planned for.
In the post-match press conference, a reporter suggested that even God did not want Nottingham Forest to lose, so he helped the team at the last moment. Twain was not angry. Instead, in a good mood, he teased, "In fact, when I need help, I will call on God at any time. Mr. Coppell is a good man. I want to thank him again for delivering the three points for Forest when I needed it. "
Coppell was a little embarrassed. "I also agree with Mr. Twain. This time, my team did not lose to Nottingham Forest, but to God." He smiled bitterly as he pointed upwards.
He was right. Tony Twain had someone above him!
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