Chapter 250
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As soon as Drogba got the ball, he found himself facing a pincer attack from two burly men — the one who came up to squeeze him from behind was definitely the Spanish kid, and the one who was striding towards him and trying to intercept the ball was the mixed-race.
Tang En knew that when Drogba first arrived in the English Premier League, his footwork was as rough as it could be. As long as there were two players to defend, he would lose the ball very efficiently. So, Wood and Piqué dealt with Drogba in this way. Chelsea currently had only two offensive routes: one was to rely on Lampard's plugging in from behind to shoot, and the other was to rely on Drogba. Lampard had Matthew Upson and Albertini to look after him, while Drogba had to face two opponents who did not have a lot of game experience but were physically strong.
Wood went forward and swept his foot at the football. Drogba hurriedly pulled it back, and Piqué extended a leg at the back just in time …
He stabbed it!
He intercepted Drogba's ball so easily!
Of course, Drogba would not be willing to let the ball change hands just like that. He struggled to chase the ball. But his body's center of gravity had just adjusted from leaning back to pouncing forward when a red figure with a big "8" appeared in front of him. It was George Wood, who had lost to him in the fight for headers and led to Chelsea's equalizer.
Wood?
But Drogba felt like he had hit a rock. He had never thought that his physical fitness was worse than anyone, but this time, he found for the first time that after he hit, the other party did not react, and he was bounced back!
The experienced him fell with the flow. He felt that George Wood did not continue to pursue after he hit, but paused for a moment … Was this a deliberate obstruction?
He fell to the ground, but the referee's whistle did not sound as he wished. The Forest team got a great chance to fight back!
"What an amazing physical fitness! We've mentioned this many times. But I still want to say it now — George Wood beat Didier Drogba! It's hard to believe that such a talent has only been playing football for less than two years! His strong body is a gift from God to Nottingham Forest! "
As the commentator sang praises for Wood, the Forest team was at a critical stage of switching from defense to offense. Chelsea had just pressed up to attack, but they did not expect Drogba's ball to be easily intercepted. Their players had no time to return to defend the well-organized defensive line. There was a large open space in front of them. As long as the timing and position of the pass were grasped, it would be a very threatening counterattack.
But Wood was obviously not suitable for this job.
He habitually wanted to pass the ball to Albertini, but when he looked up, he saw that Lampard did not retreat back to defend, but went up to block Albertini!
Lampard's move was smart. He knew that the Forest team's offense had to be initiated by the Italian, so keeping an eye on Albertini was tantamount to containing the source of the Forest team's offense. It could also buy time for his teammates to return to defend.
A voice in Wood's head suddenly told him that he couldn't do that. He couldn't pass the ball to the captain. Otherwise, not only would his team be unable to attack, but the opponent might also intercept the ball and counterattack!
So … he glanced at Albertini, and then turned his head away. Ribéry was running forward. This scar-faced man was really fast … … Why couldn't it be like this? I used all my strength to kick the football forward, to a place where there was no one, and then … and then let Scarface run!
Once he thought of it, he kicked the football forward high up into the air. He could only try his best to ensure that the football flew in the direction he wanted. As for where exactly he could kick it to, he had no idea at all …
"This is the Forest team's counterattack!!" The commentator shouted loudly, but he soon regretted it. "Uh … it seems like the pass was too wide. It's impossible to receive such a ball!"
Ribéry, who was running forward, heard the cheers from the stands grow louder. He turned his head to find the football in the sky, falling in front of him. He increased his speed, but … a blue figure appeared in front of him.
"William Gallas, he appeared at the place where he should be. The ball came, and he jumped up! He headed the ball to clear the siege … He headed the ball! "
That's right. The football fell rapidly, then rebounded in front of Gallas, and then jumped up high, flying right over Gallas's bald head … Such a minuscule thing had actually happened!
"Go!" Tang En, who was in the technical area, had no time to hold his stomach and laugh incessantly at this hilarious scene. He rushed to the sidelines and roared loudly.
Franck Ribéry had intended to brake and wait for Gallas to stop the ball before going forward to snatch it, or simply turn back to defend. But the strong inertia made him unable to descend in the shortest amount of time. He did not expect it to help him achieve a breakthrough. He passed by Gallas at high speed, not forgetting to say in French to his fellow Frenchman, "Merci!"
No one thought that Gallas would actually take the lead. Chelsea's defensive line collapsed in an instant. Terry and Carvalho dropped their marking targets at the same time and pounced on Ribéry — the new center back duo of the season did not have enough tacit understanding.
Terry saw Carvalho and waved him back to defend in the middle, leaving Ribéry to him. Carvalho obediently retreated. But Ribéry was not a fool. He would not give the Chelsea defenders a chance to rebuild the rear defensive line! He decisively gave up the idea of continuing to break through and immediately raised his leg to pass the ball into the middle!
The football flew over Terry's head and entered the airspace of Chelsea's rear defense. Carvalho turned and jumped to fight for a header at the same time. Then he saw a dark shadow pressing down on him from the air.
"Nicklas — Bendtner!!"
The Danish boy's long blond hair swung in an arc in the rain. Carvalho could even feel the water droplets splashing on his face. He reflexively closed his eyes. Then … Then there was a solid body collision! Loud cheers followed …
“What_a_GOOOOOAL！！！ What a powerful impact! Nottingham Forest is in the lead again! "
When Carvalho fell on his back in the muddy water, he saw the red figure rushing out of his field of vision with open arms.
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