This time, Crouch was closely marked by a Sporting Lisbon player. It did not look like a good opportunity. But Crouch, who was closely marked by someone, displayed his best form instead. He used his tall body to press down on the opposing player, and then swept his long legs.
“GAOL！ GOAL！ GOAL！ GOOOOAL! Crouch, who had wasted countless opportunities, finally seized this one and scored the crucial goal! Nottingham Forest is in the lead again! "
Crouch was very excited after the goal. Even though he knew that the value of the victory was not great from the moment the opponent got two away goals, he was still very happy to see them win. This was a game that had to be won for Eastwood, for George Wood, and for his partners.
He had only run two steps when he was pulled by Viduka. Following that, more teammates surged in from all directions and pressed them under their bodies, their faces contorted with excitement.
When the football flew into Sporting Lisbon's goal, a long-suppressed cheer suddenly rang out beside Tang En.
"So f * cking beautiful!" Even Kerslake, who rarely cursed, could not help but curse. One could imagine how excited they were.
Tang En was not that excited, but he was also very happy. He stood up and gave a thumbs up to Crouch in the field. He thought the same as the players. If it was to advance to the top eight, then there was not much hope after the score was equalized. There was no need for the team to work so hard. They might even get injured if they wasted their energy. But they all knew the significance of winning this game.
To be honest, as a manager, he had to be more utilitarian. However, Tang En liked the feeling of everyone being of one mind and working hard for a seemingly worthless victory. Although professional football was utilitarian, wouldn't it be interesting to have a game like this once in a while? Tang En felt that such a team had a future to speak of because they were a whole, an inseparable team.
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The Forest team took the lead again. The cheers in the field lasted for ten minutes.
Sporting Lisbon's manager, José Pesero, was not upset with the goal concede. After all, he had gotten two away goals.
The game came to an end without any surprises. While the Forest players were still collectively thanking the fans in the field, Tang En had already left for the press conference.
For a manager like him who had been suppressing a bellyful of anger, this was the most exciting part.
He was not the only one who knew about this. The reporters with a keen sense of smell also knew about this. The interviews in the mixed zone quickly ended, and everyone came to the press conference hall early to wait for the start of the press conference.
When José Pesero arrived, the host announced the start of the press conference. Countless hands were raised in the air.
No one cared about the impact the outcome of the game would have on the Forest team's UEFA Europa League campaign, and no one cared about Nani, who came out of nowhere. The only thing that mattered to them was the two injuries and the red card in the match.
Pesero did not look good when he attended the press conference. The joy of scoring two away goals disappeared after he learned about Rochenbach's injury.
The team doctor told him that according to preliminary estimates, Rochenbach's injury should be a ligament tear in his ankle. The smile on his face disappeared when he heard the term. As a professional coach who dealt with football and football injuries all day long, he knew what "ligament tear" meant to a player.
Rochenbach's season … was over.
Therefore, when he opened his mouth at the press conference, he did not talk about the results of the game or whether the results of the game satisfied him. Instead, he directly pointed the finger at Nottingham Forest, at Tony Twain and at George Wood.
"… I think the foul by the Forest player's number 13 was very immoral and dirty. He must be punished more severely for this! That was completely … "
Pesero did not finish his condemnation before he was interrupted by Tony Twain next to him, "I think I need to remind Mr. José Pesero. If Rochenbach had been ejected from the field with a red card when he fouled Eastwood, he would not have been injured. Because no one would have rushed to the visiting team's locker room to find trouble with him. Instead of condemning my player, you might as well condemn the referee on duty for this game. It would be more convincing. Of course, if you must condemn my players, please condemn Fabio Roschenbach and condemn your own players before that. Now Eastwood is still lying in the hospital. I still don't know the exact condition of his injury. May I ask Mr. José Pesero … "Twain turned his head to stare at his opponent and suddenly raised his voice," What are you angry about?! "
"… That, that was just an accident. Such accidents happen from time to time in football games. That cannot be an excuse for your player to maliciously violate Rochenbach!"
"Then very well. I'm also very sorry about George Wood's foul. That was just an accident that none of us wanted to see, wasn't it? Such accidents happen from time to time in football games. You have even less reason to be angry about it. I still have the same question, Mr. José Pesero. What exactly are you angry about? "
Seeing the two managers at each other's throats, they began to engage in a war of words as if there was no one else present. The media below were all silent as they watched the show. No one raised their hand to ask any more questions, because that would interrupt the show in front of them.
Twain's rhetorical question made Pesero speechless. The host of the press conference saw that the situation was not right and intended to end the tense press conference early. But Twain raised his hand to stop him, "Let Mr. Pesero vent his anger. You can't stop him from talking, right? Mr. Pesero, may I ask what you are angry about? Do you think it's very normal for your player to maliciously violate my player and that it 'happens from time to time on the football field'? And for an opponent's player to violate your player, it's immoral, dirty, and should be severely punished? "
Twain pressed on. His rhetorical questions made Pesero's forehead break out in sweat.
"I'm sincerely sorry for George Wood's foul. I believe he absolutely, absolutely did not do it on purpose. After all, no one would deliberately violate a stranger on the field who has no enmity with them, right? " Twain deliberately emphasized the words "no enmity with them." The sarcasm in his tone could not be more obvious.
"I don't know if Mr. Pesero has heard of the term — double standard. I think your performance just now has given a very good definition of the term. You have perfectly explained to everyone here what 'double standard' is. Aiyaya, in fact, I should be the first to speak at today's press conference. I must also angrily claim that Fabio Rochenbach's foul is very immoral, very dirty, and should be punished more severely. Then you can repeat what I just said to me again. You're too anxious, Mr. Pesero. As for the injured Rochenbach, I believe he must have had the same awareness when he kicked Eastwood. Sooner or later, you'll have to pay for what you've done. "
Having said that, Tang En stood up and said to the reporters below the stage, "Everyone, even though Sporting Lisbon got two away goals, I'm very happy that we were able to win in the end after the situation that happened. I'm proud of my players and team. I'm proud of the fans that Forest has. Thank you, everyone. Today's press conference will end here. Goodbye, thank you! "
Then, once again, he "prematurely" left the stage. Of course, it might not be considered prematurely, because he had already announced the end of the press conference.
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