Eastwood sprawled on the ground and struggled to get up, but he was clearly unable to do so.
Rochenbach was still explaining to the referee that he did not touch Eastwood and that the other side wanted to deceive the referee to get a free kick.
"Damn it! Fake my ass! " Seeing Rochenbach's innocent expression off the field, Tang En blurted out vulgarities in Mandarin. He could not care less about how others would look at him in surprise. He could not tolerate a liar who hurt his own player and still had to use acting to deceive the referee and escape punishment.
The Nottingham Forest players surrounded him, intending to "demand an explanation" from Rochenbach. The Sporting Lisbon players were quick to react and hurriedly pulled Rochenbach away. They all knew that Rochenbach had a bad temper and could get into a fight over a small matter.
Back when Rochenbach was at Barcelona, he also relied on his strong defensive skills to get a place in this La Liga powerhouse. But because he was too hot-tempered, it was difficult for any team or coach to tolerate him. In the end, he could only leave Barcelona and come to Portugal to look for opportunities.
If they let Rochenbach fight with the other side, they would have one less player on their side. With a 0: 2 deficit and one less player, they could basically raise the white flag and surrender …
Several Sporting Lisbon players rushed up and surrounded the smug Rochenbach in the middle, blocking the angry Nottingham Forest players. The scene was chaotic. The referee had to blow the whistle hard to remind the players to calm down. Of course, the Sporting Lisbon players who had taken advantage of the situation also came out to help smooth things over. They stopped the Nottingham Forest players, and those who were good at English could help to explain — you see, our people really didn't mean it. This is a football game. This kind of accidental physical contact is inevitable, isn't it?
Just as the Forest players surrounded the referee and Sporting Lisbon players to demand an explanation, George Wood had been standing at the furthest distance with an indifferent expression, as if what happened in front of him had nothing to do with him. This made the reporters even more determined in their hearts that the relationship between George Wood and Freddy Eastwood could not get any worse! Look at him now. His teammate was assaulted. When the other teammates went up to help Eastwood, he hid in the corner and watched coldly! What a wonderful scene this was. If they took a picture and printed it on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper with a shocking headline, it would definitely have a shocking effect. It would definitely attract the attention of more readers and make them rush to pay for it out of their own pockets.
In the eyes of the reporters, the scene seemed to be no longer a football field, not a noisy grandstand, but a huge mosaic mural. From afar, it could still be considered a grandstand, a stadium, a green field, and those lively players. But what about up close? It was clearly a stack of banknotes!
— George Wood treats his teammate's injury coldly!
— The conflict between George Wood and Eastwood is made public!
— The irresponsible George Wood!
…
Such headlines quickly formed in the minds of the reporters.
While the referee was still entangled with the players on both sides, the Forest team's team doctor had rushed onto the field with the stretcher team. After a simple examination, Fleming decided to carry Eastwood off for further examination and treatment. The situation was not optimistic.
When the situation on the field was finally under control, the referee called Rochenbach out from the crowd and raised his hand to flash a yellow card in front of him.
Deafening boos suddenly rang out in the City Ground stadium again. The home fans were very, very dissatisfied with the referee's decision. They could only use boos and curses in the English language to vent their dissatisfaction with the Italian referee. On the other hand, the Nottingham Forest players clearly could not express their anger in such a straightforward way.
The captain, Albertini, went up and wanted to communicate with the referee from his homeland about why such a decision was made. The referee's answer was, "The tackle was from the side, so according to the rules, it is not serious enough to warrant a direct red card. You naturally have your considerations, but as the referee, maintaining the balance of the game is also a very important job. "
The referee explained so much to Albertini because they were all from the same hometown. Otherwise, he would not have bothered.
"But his foul injured our player …" Albertini pointed to Eastwood, who was carried off the field.
The referee also shrugged helplessly, "Demetrio, I'm also sorry, but the criteria for judging by the rules is not whether a player is injured and the severity of the injury. If he had tackled from behind, even if your teammate was not injured, I would have directly given a red card. But in this situation, I can't do anything about it. "
Albertini also knew that the referee was telling him the truth. After all, they were all Italians, and they communicated in Italian. There was no need to hide anything. Albertini's influence in Italian football was still there, and it did not disappear with his departure from the country. He used to be an official officer of the Italian Players' Union and was even once considered the most likely candidate to become the future president of the players' union. If he continued to stay in Italy …
After getting an explanation from the referee that he was not willing to accept, Albertini turned and left the referee. The harsh boos in the stands did not diminish in the slightest. The fans' dissatisfaction with Sporting Lisbon was all transferred to the Italian referee.
The whole world knew that the Italian football circle had never been clean. Of course, it did not prevent the English fans from thinking whether Sporting Lisbon had bribed the Italian referee or something …
Eastwood was still receiving treatment outside the field. Albertini raised his voice and shouted to his teammates, "Okay, let's focus on the field. The game is far from over!"
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Coincidentally, the stretcher carrying Eastwood was placed on the side of the field near Nottingham Forest's technical area. Tang En looked at the three team doctors surrounding the stretcher and hesitated for a moment before deciding to go over to take a look.
"How's the situation, Gary." Seeing the group of people gathered together to discuss for a long time, Tang En already felt that things were not going well.
Sure enough, Gary Fleming looked up and gave Tang En a frowning expression. "It's not good, Tony. I can't give an exact diagnosis because he has to be sent to the hospital for a more detailed examination. "He pointed to Eastwood lying on the stretcher.
Tang En's heart trembled. The worst outcome had still come.
"I don't think it's too bad, Boss." Eastwood said with a frown and a grimace as he lay on the stretcher.
"It's not too bad, Freddy. But you definitely won't be able to play in today's game. "Tang En comforted him and then turned to walk away. Fleming also cleverly got up and followed.
"Call the ambulance in." Tang En ordered. "Also, tell me the truth, Gary. How bad is Eastwood's situation? "
"Tony, do you remember when the Romani's leg was broken by Wood before he came to our Forest team?"
Tang En nodded.
"The part of the injury this time is only a little lower than that time."
"F * ck!" Tang En cursed in a low voice. He already knew how bad it would be.
Soon, the ambulance from the University of Nottingham Royal College of Medicine, which was parked outside the stadium, drove into the football field and picked up Eastwood at the sidelines. Fleming followed him into the car, and the ambulance drove away from the City Stadium under everyone's watchful eyes. The television cameras paid close attention to the entire process many times. It could be seen that Eastwood's injury was so serious that no one had expected it. Perhaps that included the main culprit, Rochenbach.
After watching the ambulance leave, Tang En retracted his gaze and looked at the forward, Peter Crouch, who had already changed into his jersey and was fully prepared for everything. He sighed in his heart. He really did not expect to have to use the first substitution so soon. Although they still had a two-goal lead in this game, it had suddenly become very difficult.
"Peter, after you go up … play according to your usual training. You don't have to completely replace Freddy's role. You and Viduka can take turns …"
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After sending Crouch off, Tang En returned to the technical area. When he sat down, David Kerslake anxiously asked, "How's Eastwood's situation?"
"Very bad." Tang En replied as he stared at the field. "I have a very bad feeling in my heart. Perhaps the Romani will be absent for the rest of the season …"
Hearing Tang En say that, Kerslake froze for a moment and then did not continue asking.
Tang En had no idea what effect a hasty substitution would have. He could not care less whether Crouch and Viduka's style would cause the Forest Team's offense to descend into a disorderly state. Right now, all he wanted to do was hold out for the remaining ten minutes and then make further detailed adjustments during the halftime interval.
Who exactly had caused such a chaotic and awkward situation? Tang En cast his gaze toward the Lisbon half of the field and easily found Rochenbach. Of course, he knew that both sides were enemies on the field. For the sake of one's own victory, it was normal to use foul tactics to deal with the opponent's most threatening player. However, he could not accept such a thing happening to him.
Fabio Rochenbach!
You've succeeded!
I'll remember you!
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