Anelka came up and punched Bale in the chest, but he did not blame him for not passing the ball. Instead, he said, "Good job." Then he turned and ran back into the penalty area.
Ribéry also ran over and patted Bale's head. "You're amazing, little monkey! You made me think I was the one who dribbled the ball just now! "
"Don't listen to the French." Arteta came up and pulled Ribéry away. "Thank you for bringing the football out and giving us a chance to attack."
Faced with these compliments expressed in different ways, Bale could only respond with a smile. He really did not know what he should say.
He suddenly caught a glimpse of George Wood looking at him.
When they were in the youth team, Tang En had once asked Wood to take care of Bale. Bale also idolized Wood like a big brother. Other than Tang En, what he wanted the most now was praise from Wood.
But Wood noticed that Bell was looking at him and looked away again.
Bale was a little disappointed. He lowered his head and turned to walk to the sidelines, preparing to send the ball out of bounds.
Just then, Wood ran over again and picked up the football in front of Bale.
Bale was very surprised.
"You catch the ball." Wood pointed to the front. "Then dribble it out and pass the ball."
The little monkey laughed, exceptionally happy.
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In the stands, a short and stout middle-aged man was yelling excitedly at the people beside him, "Hey! Did you see that? Did you see the breakthrough just now? He passed three people in a row! That's my son! My son is a genius! I'm telling you, those idiots at Southampton in the past did not believe what I said. Now they must be regretting it to death! Haha! My son is a genius! A real genius! " Regardless of whether the people beside him were happy or not, he continued to talk incessantly. In the end, he even shouted at the field, "Well done! Son! Let them see what you're capable of! "
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Even though the beautiful dribble in the end was still destroyed, Gareth Bale's dribbling attack gave the Forest players great confidence. If a 16-year-old kid could come up and stir up Chelsea's peace, why couldn't we?
Being suppressed by the away team, unable to lift our heads, unable to kick a long ball out, injuring a teammate, and allowing the opponent to equalize the score … Damn it, we've had enough!
If we don't show you what we're made of, do you really think our Nottingham Forest is easy to bully?!
The situation on the field gradually turned around. Chelsea went from having the absolute upper hand to a balance of power between the two sides. The Forest team could even occasionally suppress Chelsea.
Although this was a forced substitution, it had an unexpected effect.
Kerslake said to Tang En in front of the technical area, "Do you know what I thought of when I saw that kid Bale break through on the flank?"
"What?" Tang En stared at the field and asked without turning his head.
"I thought about you bringing him to the youth team to sign a contract."
Tang En looked back at Kerslake.
"I think it's wonderful. I don't mean the breakthrough just now, but you told Bale to be confident and smile at Wilford. That incident left a deep impression on me. Thinking back to the breakthrough just now, I saw the way he dribbled the ball and ran. I thought — — this kid is really confident! He's facing Chelsea, Paulo Ferreira, Damien Duff, Diego, Carvalho … But he didn't flinch. Just like that … "Kerslake gestured forward." All the way forward! "
"That's because you taught him well in the youth team, David. Actually, I didn't do anything. It's easy for me to say a few words of praise … "
"But kids will treat that as the highest reward and motivation to continue working hard."
Tang En chuckled.
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"I think, in fairness, a draw is a reasonable result for both sides. But … "
"But the managers of both teams will not say that a draw is reasonable and fair." Lineker continued Motson's words.
"You're right, Gary. There's still more to watch in this game! " Motson said excitedly. "I don't want such an exciting game to end in a draw. That would be too dull!"
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The game entered the last ten minutes. The score was still 2: 2. The situation on the field was deadlocked. Both sides had a chance, but neither took advantage of it.
Mourinho and Tang En stood together on the sidelines, staring at the field with a serious face. He did not dare to underestimate the 16-year-old kid now. After getting on the field, Bale was very active. Although his defense was still a little strained, he received the support of the other Forest players. Wood also deliberately leaned to the side, keeping a close eye on Lampard's movements while also taking care of the side defense.
In terms of offense, Bale could be a very beneficial complement to Ribéry. His insertion from the back increased the defensive pressure on Chelsea's side. Compared to the right back, Chimbonda, Gareth Bale was better at assisting. His left flank passes were more accurate than Ribéry's. His arc, speed, and height were all excellent.
Looking at the active Bale, Mourinho suddenly envied the Forest team's youth training standards. After he took over as Chelsea's manager, Abramovich spent a lot of money to build the youth team, the best training facilities, the most modern training base, a lot of money to hire the best youth team coaches, and spent a lot of money and energy to buy those young players with potential from all over the world. But what happened? None of the Chelsea youth team players could shine as brightly in the game as the Forest team's young players.
Damn it!
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Tang En lowered his head to look at his watch. There were still five minutes before the game entered injury stoppage time. He had just replaced Viduka with Bendtner, intending to further strengthen the offense. Now, he still had one last substitution on hand. He was hesitating whether he should continue making adjustments.
Arteta dribbled the ball toward Chelsea's penalty area, but he was pulled down by Makelele seven or eight meters away from the penalty area. The referee gave a direct free kick.
According to the usual practice, Arteta hugged the football and placed it on the ground. He would personally take the kick.
Off the field, Tang En's eyes suddenly lit up. As the Forest team's main free kick kicker, it was impossible for Mourinho not to study Arteta. It was impossible for Cech not to know how Arteta would play. Why don't I change it at the last minute? I'll catch him off guard!
He cupped his hands around his mouth to form a trumpet and shouted to the field, "Mikel! Change the kicker! "
Arteta turned his head and looked at Tang En strangely. Change the kicker? Change who?
"Let Bale do it! Let him do it! "
Bale was also very surprised to hear Tang En's words. He did not think that the manager would actually call him to do it.
Arteta did not express any objections or dissatisfaction. Bale had done free kick training with him during training, so he knew Bale's ability. So, he waved for Bale, who was defending at the back, to come up. Then, he shoved the football to him and patted his shoulder. "Come on!"
Seeing Bale come up, Wood ran back and stood where Bale had been standing earlier to take over his defense.
This was a rare free kick opportunity for the Forest team in the final stages of the match. Almost everyone rushed up.
It was twenty-six meters away from the goal and slightly to the right. The Forest team obtained a direct free kick opportunity.
Bale took the kick.
In the stands, the short, fat man who had been clamoring about his son being a genius stopped shouting. Instead, he looked nervously at his son, who was bending over to place the football.
On the sidelines, Mourinho lowered his head and flipped open the notebook in his hands. Regarding Bale's ability, there was a sentence at the end. PS: Extremely good at free kicks.
He furrowed his brows.
Extremely good. To what extent was he extremely good?
Chelsea lined up a five-man front human wall. The other Forest player, Arteta, did not stand in front of the ball and pretend. Instead, he squeezed into the Chelsea human wall.
After placing the ball, Bale took a step back and stood firm. His run-up distance was much closer than Arteta's. Čech was very unfamiliar with the opponent in front of him. He did not have any information on Gareth Bale's free kicks. He did not know how he tangled, which corner he liked to hit, how fast he was, or how strong he was. He could only rely on his experience to save the ball.
The referee found that the Chelsea human wall did not retreat far enough. He walked up and asked the human wall to retreat. The Chelsea players dilly-dallied and retreated.
None of this disturbed Bale. After he placed the football, he kept staring at the goal in front of him.
The referee waited for the Chelsea human wall to retreat to a designated distance before he ran away in satisfaction. Then, he whistled to indicate that the Forest players could take the kick.
Hearing the whistle, Bale tapped the tip of his left foot on the ground and took a step forward to run up. One step, two steps, shoot!
Just like he was in the youth team game, or like he was facing a mobile human wall in training, Bale felt that he was in good condition the moment he kicked.
Makelele jumped up, but the football flew past his bald head. The spinning football drew a beautiful arc and, like an arrow, shot through the fingers of the Czech Footballer of the Year, Petr Čech!
"What … What's _ fantasy _ GOALL _ by _ Gareth _ Ale!!"
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