"Eighty-six minutes into the game, the home team, Nottingham Forest, was awarded a direct free kick in the front field. The opportunity was precious and almost all the Forest players rushed up … "
"Arteta handed the football to the young Gareth Bale. This was the first time he stood in front of the football to prepare for a free kick since he came on. The sixteen-year-old Gareth Bale is an excellent player from the Forest team's youth training camp. He can play in both the left back and left midfielder positions. He has a strong assist ability and is very good at free kicks. "
"Let's see if the young Bale can score the first goal of his career in the game against Chelsea! A crucial goal to decide the outcome! The pressure must be great for him … "
"… But this kid's performance has surprised us again and again. If he really withstands the pressure and scores this goal, I won't be surprised anymore."
"The sixteen-year-old Welsh boy, Gareth Bale, stood in front of the ball. In front of him was a human wall formed by five Chelsea players. This may be the free kick that decides the final outcome of the game and the goal that determines Bale's future career … "
The commentators stopped their work and the audience in the stands and in front of the television held their breath.
On the small television screen, Bale retreated and the referee's whistle sounded. He ran up and lifted his leg!
The football drew an arc around Makelele's bald head and Čech's outstretched fingers before brushing past the goalpost and flying into the goal!
Countless pairs of arms stretched out and no one could hear the commentary on the television anymore. Even the picture on the screen shook violently — the entire City Ground stadium was in a frenzy.
"GOOOAL —!" In the stands, Bale's father turned his head and hugged a fat man next to him who was fatter than him and roared.
"GOOOAL —!" In the stands, countless Forest fans in red jumped up with their arms raised.
"The City Ground stadium is shaking. Gary, do you feel it?" Motson asked in the commentator's box.
"It's obvious, John. Bale ignited this red volcano. It's beautiful! It was too perfect! Gareth Bale's performance in this game at the age of sixteen years and one hundred and five days is impeccable! "
"Wait, Gary, there are more beautiful …" Motson suddenly got up and looked down.
On the television screen, Tang En, who had rushed out from the technical area, suddenly did a 360-degree somersault. After landing firmly on the ground, he waved his fist forcefully, as if he was the one who scored the goal!
"Haha!" Lineker laughed. "This is really interesting! This match is so interesting! "
It was unknown if Bale, who was on the field, saw this scene on the sidelines. He was surrounded by layers of ecstatic teammates.
"Manager Tony Twain must have been in a circus before. His moves are so cool!"
"The editors of the newspapers are starting to worry about who to put on the front page."
Meanwhile, in front of the home team's technical area.
"Tony? Tony? "David Kerslake pulled Tang En, who was still waving his fists.
"Hmm?" Tang En turned to look at his partner.
"How did you think of that?" He was referring to the somersault just now.
"I promised Bale that if he scored, I would give him a more handsome celebration. What do you think? "
"So cool!" Kerslake laughed. "We won, didn't we, Tony?"
Tang En turned to look at the electronic scoreboard. The score had changed from "2: 2" to "3: 2." He lowered his head to look at his watch again. There was not much time left until the end of the match.
"Even though I don't want to make a conclusion before the match is over. But … "He looked at Kerslake and nodded." You're right, David. We'll definitely win! "
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Bale's goal was a huge blow to Chelsea's morale. With four minutes left in the match, they were in the lead. Even Mourinho could not come up with a better idea at this time.
On the other hand, Forest Team became braver the more they fought. They still had a chance to knock on Chelsea's door in the final stages of the match. If it wasn't for Cech's heroic performance, Mourinho would have lost all face in this game.
When the referee blew the whistle to end the match, the City Ground stadium became a sea of joy. Forest Team's supporters sang their team song loudly, celebrating the team's victory over Chelsea once again.
"The match is over! After a fierce battle, Nottingham Forest has defeated Chelsea 3: 2 on their own home ground! Since returning to the English Premier League, Forest Team has maintained an undefeated record against Chelsea. They still have not won against an opponent that Mourinho has not won against. "
"With the victory of this game, the Forest team's points have increased from 22 to 25 points (Note: Earlier, the author did not learn arithmetic well enough and miscalculated the Forest team's points problem. Before this match, Forest Team's ten rounds of league matches were one game short. It should have been seven wins, one draw, and one loss for 22 points, not six wins, one draw, and one loss for 19 points. " Chelsea, who has been undefeated for ten rounds since the start of the season, has suffered their first defeat. Their points have stagnated, and the second-place Forest Team has narrowed the gap to only three points. The league is starting to look good! "
This time, Mourinho, who had lost the match, did not turn around and leave. Instead, he took the initiative to shake hands with Tang En according to the post-match etiquette.
"Back to Stamford Bridge." That was all Mourinho said when he shook hands. Tang En knew that he was already planning his home ground revenge.
"I'm looking forward to it too," he replied.
Mourinho did not pay any more attention to him. He let go of his hand and turned to leave.
Tang En did not mind it. He did not have time to care about the feelings and emotions of the loser. He turned and walked towards the field. At this moment, he wanted to celebrate the victory with his players.
Bale became the focus of everyone. Everyone surrounded him to congratulate him on his first league goal. He saw Tang En walk up as well.
"Congratulations, Gareth." Tang En winked at him. "Did you see my celebratory gesture?"
Bale nodded vigorously and could not stop smiling. "You're even more handsome, boss."
"It's still a long way from your performance." Tang En smiled and patted Bale's head. The seed that he had personally brought back from Southampton and buried in Wilford had finally blossomed and borne fruit … "Are you done practicing your autographs?"
The teammates around him laughed.
The Forest Team players were all in a good mood after winning.
"All right, guys!" Tang En stood in the crowd and said loudly, "Go and thank the fans! Gareth, don't forget to thank your dad! "
The players obediently lined up in a row and waved to the red square formation in the stands to thank them.
Tang En turned and walked out.
He walked very slowly, even like he was taking a stroll without any purpose. Just like that, he slowly paced around the field.
He also wanted to enjoy the atmosphere here, the atmosphere after winning the game …
The reporters had already withdrawn to the mixed zone and were waiting to interview the players coming down from the field. Tang En was not afraid of being disturbed. The stadium staff were clearing the field and the stands of the clutter. After an exciting victory, there would always be a lot of messy things left.
Tang En liked the peace after the hustle and bustle had passed. He just walked back and forth with his hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to go to the press conference.
Suddenly, a person approached him.
"Mr. Reporter, if you want to interview, you have to go to the mixed zone." Tang En pointed to the players' tunnel and said to Pierce Brosnan, who was walking over.
"I'm not here to interview." Brosnan laughed. "Look."
Tang En looked at his chest. Sure enough, the reporter's pass had been put away.
"What am I here for if not to interview you?"
Brosnan looked at the stands that had slowly become empty and took a deep breath. "I like the calm after the excitement, so I came down to take a walk. And what are you doing, Mr. Twain? The press conference isn't here either. "
"I'm the same as you," Tang En said as he looked around at the stands.
"It was really a wonderful game. Everyone, every segment … was wonderful, including that cartwheel celebration. "
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Reporter. Are you going to say the same in the newspaper? "
"Why not?"
Tang En did not speak. He just looked at the busy stadium staff.
"Mr. Tang En, do you know, I still occasionally think of the scene of you holding an impromptu press conference at the entrance of the hospital." Speaking of this, Brosnan laughed.
"Well … At that time, we were still rookies."
"I can't believe there would be a day when we would stand together and chat after defeating Chelsea."
"Maybe there will be a day when we will have defeated Real Madrid, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Barcelona, Bayern Munich … and we will chat like this."
"I believe what you said."
"In that case, I have to go." Tang En waved and walked toward the players' tunnel.
Pierce Brosnan looked at the man's back in a daze. It was really difficult to connect the person who had embarrassed him at the press conference and put him on the spot with this person now.
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