When he saw Keane spike past George Wood and then blast the ball into the Forest team's goal, Ferguson rushed down from the technical area with his arms raised. He was waiting for this moment, waiting for the moment to celebrate!
Twain, on the other hand, slumped back into his chair and cursed under his breath, "Damn it …"
He was not scolding George Wood, but just expressing his disappointment after the goal concede.
In the five minutes without Wood, the Forest team defended against Manchester United's tide-like offensive with one player less. The team's performance at the time filled Twain with confidence in the game. He did not expect that when Wood returned to the field, the Forest team and Manchester United team had equal numbers, but they conceded the goal instead!
The Old Trafford fans' stands were separated by a wall behind the technical area. The cheers of the Red Devils fans swept past, blowing Twain's hair and messing up his mood.
"Tony, should we do anything?" Kerslake, the assistant manager, came up to ask.
Twain shook his head. "No, it's too early to make adjustments after only 20 minutes … Our plan did not say that we would not let Manchester United score a goal at Old Trafford. It's just a pity … "
It was a pity that the game was tied for 20 minutes.
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Surrounded by his teammates, Keane enjoyed his moment of glory. What about George Wood?
He got up from the ground alone, surrounded by Manchester United players cheering for the goal. He looked out of place in the Forest team's yellow away jersey in a sea of red.
Wood's eyes swept across the faces of the Manchester United players celebrating the goal in front of him and finally stopped on Keane's face.
First, a shot caused him to have a nosebleed, and this time the ball was scored in front of him.
Roy Keane … I don't care if you're my target or not! Now, you're my enemy! I won't let you be so smug in front of me!
Keane did not care about the thoughts of a loser. He did not even look back at the black-faced Wood.
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"Manchester United has taken the lead, and Nottingham Forest finally lost the goal after holding on for 20 minutes. Roy Keane's performance today was very good, even better than his performance in the previous games … Let's guess, is it because the opponent of this game, Nottingham Forest, made him excited? "
A grim-faced Roy Keane appeared on the screen, making the commentator's "excited speech" look like a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth. But in truth, Keane was very excited about this duel.
Ferguson saw it very clearly from the sidelines. Today's match had only been going on for twenty minutes, and Keane had already scored twice. He seemed to want to score, and now he had done it.
The Scot did not consider why Keane was so excited. He only knew that when Keane was excited, the team would benefit. With a goal in hand and at home, this game was even easier to play.
Nottingham Forest was not a weak team, which could be seen from the list of strong teams that had stumbled against them. Chelsea, Arsenal, Newcastle … Manchester United could not be as useless as their arch-rival Arsenal.
Every time he saw Nottingham Forest's center back, Piqué, Ferguson felt it was a pity. Such an outstanding young center back was snatched away by that man! Now, he had even become his opponent!
At the thought of this, Ferguson's anger flared up. He glanced at the technical area next door, where the Forest team's young manager was sitting in his seat, discussing something with his assistant manager, his eyes fixed on the field.
Seeing this scene, Ferguson suddenly remembered something. He turned around and asked his assistant, the Portuguese, Queiroz, "Carlos, do you remember the newspapers you read yesterday?"
Queiroz nodded, "Of course, boss."
"Tell me, is the Forest team you see on the field a team full of internal contradictions that could fall apart at any time?"
Queiroz shook his head, "No, I didn't see any signs of that, boss."
Ferguson grunted and did not speak again.
Although the stories in the newspapers were fabricated, Ferguson did not think what the reporters said was completely unreasonable. There must be some problems within Nottingham Forest … Maybe it was big or small.
Then, losing in a row would help them expose these problems …
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Cristiano Ronaldo, Portugal's golden boy, was good at dribbling and had excellent footwork skills. He was one of the few players in today's football who could do magic with his feet.
Coupled with his handsome appearance, he captured the hearts of countless fans as soon as he arrived at Old Trafford. He wore the number 7 jersey left by David Beckham and moved back and forth on the left and right sides of the field, using dazzling skills to break through his opponents and winning cheers from the Theatre of Dreams. The banner in the north stands appeared at every home game:
There's only one Ronaldo!
And Franck Ribéry was now just an "old rookie" to everyone. He did not have a stable position in the Portuguese national team and Manchester United like Ronaldo. Although he could play as the main force in the Nottingham Forest team, the French national team's call was still far away for him.
Ribéry was pressed hard in the back half of the field by Cristiano Ronaldo and could not assist even if he wanted to. The Forest team's left back, Leighton Baines, was also suppressed along with him.
The Frenchman admitted that his opponent was very, very strong. He did not dare to slack off in the slightest when he faced off against Ronaldo, because maybe it was only a second of negligence, and the opponent would drill through with the ball and then directly into the dangerous rear.
He needed someone to support him, certainly not the full back, Leighton Baines, because Baines also needed to be careful of Rooney, who was pulled to the flank to seek cooperation with Ronaldo. They were the best of the young people in each country.
This was a powerhouse team. They could always easily bring together the best young people from each country.
But the Forest team also had the best!
Cristiano Ronaldo somewhat looked down on the scarred face in front of him. Whether it was fame, skills, achievements or looks, he was far inferior to him.
The leading Manchester United team played very relaxed, including Ronaldo. He stopped the ball less than three meters in front of Ribéry and began to pedal. He was very fast and his feet quickly bypassed the ball, but he did not break through to either side. It was just a feint.
Ribéry was deceived by the opponent's quick swaying and took a step back. But he did not see Ronaldo dribble the ball to break through. Instead, he stood in place and smiled at him!
It was definitely not a friendly smile. From a young age, Ribéry had been treated with the same expression countless times because of his appearance and because of his poverty. He had long known what it meant — ridicule!
Damn it! This Portuguese kid is looking down on me!
This is no longer a football game! This is a f * * king war! I'm going to make you pay. What bullshit Ronaldo!
Ronaldo pedal again. This time he pushed the football to the outside, and Ribéry quickly pounced on it. Seeing him move, Ronaldo used the heel of his right foot to knock the football from behind him to the inside, intending to break through from behind Ribéry.
Ribéry was not a clumsy center back. His turning speed was not slow at all. Ronaldo had just turned around, and he also turned around, trying to block the opponent's path forward. Ronaldo's reaction speed was faster. When he saw Ribéry's shadow flicker, he knew something was wrong. This time, the heel of his left foot knocked the football from behind him to the right side again!
This time, Ribéry was completely out of moves because his body's center of gravity was still in the process of adjusting. He could only watch his opponent, who had laughed at him, dribble the ball to break through from his side and swagger away.
"Ronaldo crosses the ball!"
Van Nistelrooy jumped up to head the ball into the goal, but Piqué was one step ahead and headed it out. Piqué's progress was as obvious as George Wood's in training and competition with Hierro.
Although Piqué headed the football out, he did not head it too far due to van Nistelrooy's interference.
Roy Keane rushed up again. The commentator was right. Keane was really excited today. It was rare to see him so close to the opponent's penalty area in previous games.
George Wood's eyes widened when he saw Keane rush up. Do you still want to come?!
"Roy Keane is here again! Ah … George Wood! "
Wood jumped up in front of Keane and took the risk of being hit in the face by Keane's studs to head the football in the air. Keane swung his leg and saw a dark shadow suddenly appear in front of him, and then the football disappeared!
Keane did not continue his shooting action, but he did not withdraw his leg either. After Wood headed the football out, his arm was kicked by Keane, but he acted as if nothing had happened. After landing, he rushed out again. The football was not far from the encirclement. Gary Neville was running towards the football.
The young George Wood was obviously faster than Gary Neville. He managed to get ahead of Neville and kicked the football to the front field. This was a great opportunity for the Forest team to launch a counterattack, but the referee's whistle rang.
Eastwood, who had just run out, heard the whistle and waved his hand helplessly. He did not know what went wrong.
Tang En ran from the technical area to the sidelines and loudly complained about the referee's inexplicable penalty, "Attack is advantageous! Attack is advantageous! Damn it! "
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