"I thought that in such a major final, both teams would surround each other with stability. The opening ten minutes must be the stage of testing each other. After all, this is the first time the two teams have played against each other in history. But I was wrong. AC Milan may want to stabilize first, but Tony Twain did not give them such a chance. Nottingham Forest's series of attacks since the kickoff was not a bluff. They successfully knocked down AC Milan's goal in the eighth minute! They did not test the other team at all … It looks like they are very, very familiar with AC Milan! "
The commentator said excitedly.
The truth was so. Twain was very familiar with AC Milan, and so was Albertini. What else was there to test first?
When Tang En was a fan, he did not understand why some teams' managers would say "I don't understand this team" when talking about their opponents. This kind of situation happened from time to time, especially when it came to the managers of those big clubs. Because the opponent was a weak team, so they did not care to understand? But when the heavyweight matchup appeared, such a thing still happened.
So, after he became the official manager of Nottingham Forest, he attached great importance to the collection of opponent intelligence. At first, the club did not have the strength, so he paid for the temporary workers to help him collect intelligence. Later, when the team's results got better and better, the club also met all his requirements in this regard. Today's Nottingham Forest had a complete intelligence collection system. Dunn had previously told Tang Jing that they did not care who their opponent was. Anyway, they had intelligence on all the teams that made it to the top 16, and they would pull up information on whoever they drew. This was the result of the intelligence collection system.
Twain firmly believed in the ancient Chinese wisdom of "know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." No matter how strong his team was, he could not ignore the collection of opponent intelligence. Even if it was not used in this game, he did not know when it would be needed.
From the first day he took the official position of Nottingham Forest manager, he made the collection of intelligence on those European powerhouse clubs a long-term job. At that time, his team was still in League One (later called the English Football League Championship). He paid for this kind of work himself and did not bother the club. After the team successfully made it to the Premier League, he took out the intelligence he had collected and asked the club to take over the job.
The intelligence gathering on AC Milan began at that time. He did not know that he would meet AC Milan today in the 0607 UEFA Champions League final. At that time, he just thought that if Nottingham Forest wanted to develop and become a powerhouse team, then the current powerhouse teams would inevitably become his opponents and enemies in the near future. He had to collect intelligence early and systematically. Otherwise, there would be no reference and research value at all.
Now, they had broken AC Milan's defense in the opening eight minutes. In addition to the players' own excellent play and the correct tactical development, the years of intelligence gathering work also contributed.
Tang En hugged everyone around him in celebration. The first goal came so quickly that everyone felt that the championship trophy was closer to them.
On the other side, after Ancelotti vented his anger on the awning of the technical area, he did not rush to the sidelines like some managers to remind the players what to do. He just sat in his seat.
AC Milan was a traditionally strong team and had experienced countless such moments. Each of these players was the elite of the elite. They had seen big scenes and knew how to deal with it. It was just a goal concede. It was not enough to make the whole team panic, especially since it had only been eight minutes. For AC Milan, they still had eighty-two minutes to equalize and overtake.
Sure enough, Maldini played the captain's role on the field. He comforted his teammates and encouraged them loudly. His teammates, who were a little shocked by the early goal concede, quickly calmed down and their morale gradually recovered. The impact of that goal concede on them was slowly fading.
Of course, Tang En also saw this scene. He snorted. He naturally did not expect a goal to defeat a team like AC Milan. Otherwise, the world would be too easy to take.
This was a tough final, by no means easy for either side.
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The game restarted. AC Milan gave up the intention to continue testing after the kickoff and launched a fierce offensive against the Forest team's hinterland. However, it had little effect in the face of the Forest team's wall defense.
Pirlo found that when the Nottingham Forest team withdrew to defend, the empty space between the midfield and the backfield no longer existed. He could no longer use that to attack. He could only slowly contend with the Forest team on the outside.
The Forest team sent Albertini to mark him, and Kaka was handed over to George Wood, who could not run to his death.
The Forest team used relentless running and frequent fouls, as well as rough moves to stop AC Milan's attack, which seemed to work well.
Pirlo could not comfortably send the football to where it should go. Even if he sent it out, Kaka might not be able to firmly get it under Wood's close pursuit. Even if Kaka got it, Inzaghi could not come out to receive the shot in the crowd. In the end, either Kaka or Seedorf could only end the attack with a long shot.
It was really a helpless thing.
Nottingham Forest used unreasonable aggressive running and full-court defense to disrupt AC Milan's defense.
The tactic worked very well in the opening twenty minutes of the game.
AC Milan intended to look for opportunities with ball control and passing according to their own pace, but they did not receive the results they wanted in the twenty minutes of the game. Because their ball control and passing were in chaos under the Forest team's pursuit.
Basically, Kaka had been frozen by Wood and rarely had any chance to perform. Under Albertini's defense, what Pirlo did most was not the straight passes he was good at, but back passes and horizontal passes.
As time passed, the score was still 1: 0 with Nottingham Forest in the lead.
Ancelotti got up from the technical area and walked to the sidelines, but he did not say anything. He just quietly observed the situation on the field. Standing up, his view was much better than sitting in the technical area. He could clearly see some of the situation.
It had only been twenty-five minutes, and he was not in a hurry. Despite conceding a goal, he believed the final victory would belong to his AC Milan. Why was he so confident? Because he clearly saw Tang En's tactics and knew what Nottingham Forest was going to do.
Running over such a large area was physically exhausting work. Looking at George Wood's defense against Kaka, he really did it to the point of not moving an inch and following him like a shadow. It was difficult for Kaka to even turn around, let alone attack. There were others, such as Seedorf, Pirlo, Inzaghi … They all faced the opponent's "meticulous" close attention. The front of the Forest team's goal was overcrowded. It was simply a downtown area. It was too difficult to launch an attack under such circumstances. Ancelotti was not in a hurry.
He knew that the Forest team could not last ninety minutes with such a physical running and defense. Not many teams in the world could sustain such a high-intensity game pace for ninety minutes. The Koreans might be able to … right?
Ancelotti did not believe that the Forest team could persist in such a tight defense for ninety minutes. He believed that as the game went on, the Forest team's seemingly indestructible defensive line would show loopholes, and the experienced AC Milan would seize the opportunity to reverse the game in an instant.
The most important thing now was not to be disrupted by the opponent's defense. AC Milan still had to stick to its own style of football. Ancelotti knew that Twain wanted to drag the slow AC Milan into the fast pace of the English Premier League and use speed and chaos to win. He could not let the other party get what he wanted.
He observed on the sidelines, then shouted Pirlo's name and gestured for him to press down with both hands.
Pirlo nodded to show he understood.
He and his manager had the same idea. If they blindly rushed straight at this time, they would only fall into the opponent's trap. The constant mistakes would hit the confidence and morale of the teammates, while giving the opponent too many opportunities to fight back.
For AC Milan, the focus of the game was not to equalize the score, but to take more control of the football, stabilize the situation, and slowly contend with the opponent.
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"Ancelotti is an old fox. Even though I don't like him, I have to admit that he does have some skills," Tang En muttered to himself in the technical area.
Twain muttered to himself in the technical area. Ancelotti saw his intentions, and he also saw Ancelotti's thoughts. This kind of final was the best stage for managers to battle wits and courage. His opponent was not an idiot who could be easily defeated, but a manager who had already won a Champions League title. Just in terms of winning the championship, the other party had much more experience than Twain.
Fatty Ancelotti wanted to drag out the Forest team's stamina, and then use AC Milan's experience and sophistication to decide the outcome.
Twain did not deny that his team could not persist with such defensive tactics for 90 minutes, but he would also not give Ancelotti a chance to turn things around. The only way was to score more goals before his team's stamina was exhausted, establish the victory as soon as possible, and completely crush AC Milan's remaining hope of a comeback.
You want to turn things around? I'll score a few more goals and see how you turn things around!
Do you think you can turn the sky upside down?
Twain did not think his team was the AC Milan of 2005, and he would never admit that the AC Milan in front of him was the Liverpool of 2005. He arrogantly thought he was the sky above his head.
"Do we need to strengthen the offense, Tony?" Kerslake asked next to him.
Twain turned his head to look at the silent Dunn.
Staring at the field and observing, Dunn noticed the two gazes from the side. He turned his head and shook his head. "No. I think it's good as it is now. We've stabilized the defense, and we have plenty of opportunities to fight back. It just depends on whether Ribéry and the others can seize it. "
Twain nodded in agreement. "I think so too. Strengthening the offense requires investing enough troops, and we're defending now and can't draw out too many people. And David, you know that AC Milan is very cunning. If we take the risk and press forward, it will give Pirlo and Kaka the opportunity. The situation is good now, and nothing needs to change. "
Tony is so conservative. Kerslake could not help but come to such a conclusion in his heart, even though he had done so many times. If it were him, he might let the team have a soul-stirring battle with AC Milan here before the game. He would win to his heart's content! He did not like to be conservative, but he expressed understanding and respect for Twain's decision. After all, this was the final of a major competition. No manager dared to take risks in such a game. It would be a joke with their own coaching career.
Think of the extremely dull final held at Manchester's Old Trafford stadium in 2003. The two Italian teams fought to a 0: 0 draw in 120 minutes and finally relied on a penalty shootout to determine the winner. Kerslake watched the game in front of the television. His disdain for Italian football stemmed from this. He thought that the penalty shootout had been planned by both managers from before the final. There was no sense of accomplishment in winning such a championship.
Little did he know that the final had been repeatedly studied by Tony Twain countless times. For the vast majority of fans, the game had no viewing value. But for managers, it was a good teaching material to study and study.
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After Ancelotti instructed Pirlo on the sidelines to let the team settle down and get into their own rhythm, he walked back and sat down in his seat in the technical area again. He did not get up again.
The 4: 0 sweep of Barcelona that year was certainly nostalgic, but how many years did such a game occur? If all the finals were to be prepared with that final as the standard, the manager himself would collapse after conceding the goal now.
Ancelotti did not think it would be easy to win the second UEFA Champions League title in his coaching career. He prepared for the worst and was ready to go all out with his opponent.
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It was the 37th minute of the first half, only more than eight minutes before the end of the half. The score still had not changed. The 1: 0 score on the big screen silenced the AC Milan fans. For a time, there was only the singing of the Forest fans at the Olympic Stadium of Athens.
They sang the somewhat old team song over and over again.
At this moment, the Forest fans' hearts were as sweet as honey, and the old song was particularly energetic.
Michael Bernard and his men sang and shouted to their heart's content despite their hoarse throats. The Forest fans became the protagonists in the stands of the stadium. They vented the emotions accumulated over the past twenty-seven years and did not care about their opponent's feelings.
"We're the strongest team in the world!"
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In the 40th minute, AC Milan began to change their rhythm and retreated slightly after their continuous siege of the Forest team's goal was ineffective. The first half was almost over, and AC Milan also had to maintain their strength.
Nottingham Forest launched an offensive. Although it was not a quick attack, it was still a threat. The Forest team was not a team that only knew how to attack quickly. Twain arranged for a single striker lineup. He put five players in the midfield and faced AC Milan's 4: 4: 11. Van Nistelrooy was the lone arrow, and the person behind him responsible for organizing the team's attack was van der Vaart. Twain let the Dutchman start because he considered the need to play a positional game and let him organize the attack while sharing the pressure on Albertini. After all, Demetrio still needed to firmly defend against Pirlo, and there were not many opportunities for him to really organize the attack.
The football was handed to van Nistelrooy's feet. He was closely marked and could not turn around, so he could only pass the football back to van der Vaart, who came up from the midfield.
As soon as van der Vaart took the ball, Gattuso leaned over.
Ancelotti knew van der Vaart played the role of midfield commander at Nottingham Forest. Twain let him start in the game to let him organize the attack. As long as van der Vaart was frozen, the Forest team's offense had no other way to go but defensive counterattack.
Since George Wood can contain Kaka and Albertini can entangle Pirlo, why can't our Gattuso freeze the opponent's van der Vaart? Moreover, Ancelotti had always thought Gattuso was the best defensive midfielder in the world.
George Wood? That was just a star player exaggerated by the English media who liked to brag.
Well, before the game, Ancelotti really thought so.
Now, he had to revise his evaluation of Wood. A defensive midfielder who could render the world's best attacking midfielder, Kaka, useless for nearly forty minutes was not something that could be exaggerated by the media.
Kaka went back to participate in the defense, and Wood followed. He was no longer the rookie who had nothing to do with the team's offense. After three consecutive years of Albertini's training, he had learned how to participate in the team's offense.
He saw that van der Vaart needed support. Gattuso's defense made the Dutchman miserable. If no one came up to support, the Forest team's attack would have only two results. One, van der Vaart would hurriedly pass the football out and lose the ball. Two, van der Vaart's ball would be intercepted by Gattuso on the spot.
Either way, it would not be a good result for the Forest team.
Albertini was old, and it was better to let the young and strong Wood do the sprinting back and forth.
George ran up. He did not shout, as he believed van der Vaart knew he was coming up.
Sure enough, van der Vaart passed the football to Wood under Gattuso's constant harassment.
Wood did not stay long after he took the ball. He directly passed the football to Ribéry, who was plugging into the middle.
Without the ball, van der Vaart's pressure was much lighter. He shook off Gattuso and ran to the left flank. Tang En asked him and Ribéry to frequently switch positions during the game. Since both players had the ability to play in the middle and on the left flank, the switch could effectively enrich the Forest team's offensive routine and disrupt the opponent's defense.
Ambrosini followed Ribéry to the middle. Gattuso hesitated and decided to follow van der Vaart. Who knew if Ribéry would pass the football back? Van der Vaart's performance on the left flank could not be ignored.
Ribéry found that the opponent's defense did not show any gaps because of his and van der Vaart's switch. Ambrosini still followed him closely, and he passed the football back to Wood.
Wood's position was further back, and for a while, no AC Milan players had come up to force him.
After carefully observing Nottingham Forest's two games against Chelsea, Ancelotti determined that although Wood had offensive talent, he could not use it freely. As long as he was kept as far away from the goal as possible, his threat would plummet.
Therefore, the defensive strategy for Wood in this game was to keep him away from the penalty area. Let him pass the ball? Let him pass the ball outside.
Ribéry passed the football to Wood and wanted to do a wall pass with Wood. In fact, Wood thought so too. He saw Ribéry suddenly turn and plug straight into the penalty area, so he pushed out a straight pass.
Unfortunately, Ambrosini saw through the Forest team's simple tactical cooperation. Just as Ribéry turned around, he brought him down to the ground to stop the attack.
The referee's whistle sounded. Ambrosini had fouled, and Nottingham Forest was awarded a free kick nearly thirty meters from the goal.
The specific number displayed on the television screen was twenty-eight meters.
Albertini, who had been in the backfield, began to run forward when he saw the Forest team get a free kick in the front field. The Forest team seemed to be waiting for him. Before he ran up, no one went up to place the football and let the football stop at the spot where the foul was committed.
"Albertini ran up. It looks like he's going to take the free kick!" The English and Italian commentators got excited at the same time.
"A human wall of five!" After confirming that it was Albertini who was going to kick the free kick, Maldini shouted loudly in the penalty area.
He knew his old friend's level of free kicks better than anyone else.
In the 2000 Champions League, AC Milan played against Barcelona and Albertini against Rivaldo. The two world-class free kick masters had a one-on-one duel, which ended in a tie of 2: 2. The final score of that game was 3: 3. Without Albertini, it would have been a different result.
Now that he was old, there must be people who thought his place kick skills had also deteriorated, right? It seemed so. On the Nottingham Forest team, Gareth Bale was the first free kick taker, and the second was Eastwood. But that was because Albertini did not play often.
Just in the farewell game that AC Milan prepared for him in January, the old guy used a long-distance free kick to blast open the Barcelona goal.
Whoever dared to underestimate his free kick would be unlucky!
Maldini did not dare to neglect. He even personally went up to direct his teammates to line up the human wall.
Albertini ran over, picked up the football, and carefully placed it on the turf.
By the time he raised his head and straightened up, AC Milan's human wall had not yet been lined up. Dida was directing the human wall, and Maldini was also directing. The scene looked a little chaotic. It was unknown if it was AC Milan's deliberate psychological tactics.
Albertini was unmoved. He retreated and quietly waited for his opponent to line up the human wall.
AC Milan's human wall lined up longer than usual, but the Forest players did not feel impatient because they also had their own things to do.
Ribéry suddenly came up to high-five Albertini, who was standing in front of the ball. "Come on, captain!" He turned and walked away.
The Frenchman might have just done it on a whim, but he took the lead. The other Forest players thought it was cool and ran up one by one. The second to high-five was van der Vaart, and the third was van Nistelrooy. "Do you need me to reshoot?" The Dutch striker laughed.
A number of Forest players came over to line up and high-five their captain, which had never happened in the Forest team's previous games.
The television broadcast and the commentator noticed the scene that was happening on the field. No one paid attention to when AC Milan would be able to line up their human wall.
"Let's see what's happening on the field … Ah, all the Forest players are gathered around Albertini, high-fiving him and talking about something …"
In fact, AC Milan's human wall had been lined up, but the Forest team's matter was not over yet. Now it was their turn to wait.
If the referee had not forcibly intervened, perhaps even the goalkeeper, Edwin van der Sar, would have rushed up to high-five Albertini. If AC Milan's dilly-dallying to line up the human wall was really a psychological tactic against Nottingham Forest, then they were now suffering from the Forest team's counterattack …
Kerslake turned his head to look at Twain. He thought it must have been Twain's idea. Twain shrugged and spread his hands as he cried out in injustice. "I didn't do it! I didn't expect such a scene at all … Don't pin all the gimmicks on me, okay? "
Kerslake laughed happily. "Who asked you to always be inseparable from all kinds of gimmicks?"
Wood finally high-fived Albertini. Everyone high-fived him. At first, Albertini was surprised. Later, he smiled and calmly accepted the special treatment. It was only when he saw Wood that the expression on his face changed.
He had always wanted to teach Wood how to kick free kicks, but the kid's talent in this area was zero. It was not easy to lift the football into the goalpost. Wouldn't it be even more difficult to force the ball to bypass the human wall and the goalkeeper?
After Wood and Albertini high-fived, he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the referee's whistle.
The two men turned to look at the unhappy German referee, Fandel. Albertini smiled and pushed Wood. "Go away, George. Don't hinder me from scoring."
Wood did not move. "I'll cover for you here."
Albertini smiled even more happily. "The whole world knows you can't kick free kicks."
"Then I'll watch from the side." Wood insisted on not giving in, and Albertini could not do anything about it.
Maldini really did not know how he should feel when he saw the scene behind the human wall. It looked like Demetrio had made a lot of new friends in England and had a good time in the last few years of his career. He should be happy about it. But why was he a little jealous and dissatisfied when his opponent showed such a close friendship in front of him?
"All right, George. Whatever you want. If you want to learn something, learn it … I don't have much chance to teach you anymore. "Albertini turned his head and said to Wood. "You definitely can't learn free kicks, so I'll teach you … The most important thing at this time is your mentality. Here …" He poked at his heart. "You must be calm. The more critical the moment, the more calm you have to be. "
With that, Albertini turned around and looked at the human wall and AC Milan's goal. He no longer paid attention to George Wood beside him. The smile on his face disappeared.
His teammates were no longer on the field. Human wall? Opponents? They were all gone. In Albertini's eyes, there was only an empty goal on the field except for himself and the football at his feet.
Standing on the opposite side of him was his former parent team, AC Milan, which he loved the most in his life. Such a thought did not appear in Albertini's mind at this moment. He had only one thought now, and that was to score a goal!
This is my, Demetrio Albertini's way.
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In Nottingham, more than half of the bars were silent. If it were not for the bright lights from the outside, people who did not know the inside story would have thought the bars were closed.
Kenny Burns did not go to the scene. He wanted to stay in his bar to help. That night, business was exceptionally good. The fans who could not go to Athens chose to come to the bar they were most familiar with. They ordered a large glass of beer, watched the television broadcast, and cheered for their beloved team in faraway England.
The Forest fans in the stands sang, and they sang in the bar. When their mouths were dry and their throats were hoarse, they would take a big gulp of cold beer and let out a strange cry from the cold before continuing to sing merrily.
Now, the bar was packed with people with glowing faces, but there was not the slightest sound. Everyone was in the same posture — holding a glass of beer in their hands and looking up at the television hanging from the ceiling. Even the waiters and the owner were no exception.
If a stranger barged in at this time, he would think he was in Harry Potter's world — were these people under the spell of petrification?
A close-up of Albertini appeared on the television screen. He was looking ahead with a determined look in his eyes and a serious expression.
The commentator did not speak, and there was nothing but the noise of the fans in the stadium coming from the television loudspeakers. For a moment, it gave people the illusion that the transmission signal was broken.
"God …" Someone finally could not stand the oppressive silence and sighed softly.
"Beep —" The whistle rang out.
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Albertini ran up, lifted his leg, and shot!
The football went straight over the human wall and straight into the sky. It looked like it was going to fly out of the field and into the stands where the AC Milan fans gathered outside.
But that was just an illusion with the naked eye.
The football spun in the air and adjusted its angle. It began to fall toward the goal.
Dida leaped with all his might. His height of 1.96 meters and long arms were enough to seal off every area above the goal.
He did not touch the football …
The football swept past his fingertips.
Was it going out of bounds?
No, this was a free kick shot by Demetrio Albertini. It was the free kick known as "Albertini's Falling Leaf"!
After the football swept past Dida's fingertips, it suddenly changed direction and suddenly fell!
It was just a matter of a moment. People only felt that the trajectory of the football had changed a little.
The ball floated down like a leaf, brushed the bottom of the crossbar and fell into the net.
The falling leaf returned to its roots …
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When Albertini first made his debut, he showed amazing football talent. Gullit once pointed to his little teammate and said to Sacchi, "This is a bone." Sacchi replied, "Yes, he has the rhythm of playing football in his body."
The AC Milan coach discovered his talent for long shots and free kicks, so he asked him to learn to play the "falling leaf" that only the players from the north and south could do at that time. He succeeded. In his career, the "falling leaf" had become his trademark. He used this stunt countless times to attack AC Milan's cities and repeatedly made great achievements.
Falling leaf = Albertini = AC Milan.
For thirteen years, this was an identity. The three of them formed the most stable triangle and were indestructible.
When Albertini wore a red and black striped shirt and stepped onto the San Siro stadium. He never thought he would one day become AC Milan's enemy. At that time, he just wanted to play here until he retired.
When Galliani decided to tell Albertini, "AC Milan no longer needs you. We have young players like Pirlo and Kaka." The manager, who was known in the football world for his shrewdness, did not expect that one day his team would meet Albertini in the Champions League final. Furthermore, the man he did not need gave him the most ruthless stab.
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"Long live!!" Nottingham City, which had just been silent, erupted with a loud roar that resounded through the night sky.
"Long live Demetrio! Long live Nottingham Forest!! "
"He scored! He scored!! Demetrio Albertini! AC Milan's abandoned player, the iconic "falling leaf" … Nottingham Forest has extended its lead to two goals! "The British commentator was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
"The man we did not want gave us a fatal blow … It's too cruel, too dramatic …" The Italian commentator said weakly. Should he cheer for Albertini's brilliance? Perhaps after the game was over, they could still say self-deprecatingly, "In any case, it was the man trained by AC Milan who decided the outcome of the game …"
In the VIP seats, there was not even a polite smile on Berlusconi's face. Galliani, sitting next to him, leaned back in his chair, looking very weak.
Not far away, Nottingham Forest's club chairman, Evan Doughty, and his good friend, the club's marketing manager, Allan Adams, jumped up and hugged each other to celebrate. After the hug, Evan excitedly waved his fists off the field.
"Well done! Well done! "Other than that, there was no other sound that came out of his mouth. He did not care about the feelings of the AC Milan club's top brass next to him. After being with Tang En for a long time, he had more or less picked up some of his "bad habits." When it was time to be proud, he should be wild and celebrate to his heart's content. Why should he care about the feelings of others?
His role model, Tang En, was even crazier than him. After Albertini's goal, he raised his arms and rushed straight into the field. He looked very eye-catching and unusual as he ran all the way in a suit. If it had been in the past, he might have been pinned to the ground by the stadium security as a sudden intruder. But now the stadium was noisy, and the ground seemed to be shaking. The security guards did not react when they saw Tang En and let him rush onto the field. Tang En did not rush into the field and wave his fists a few times. He ran straight to Albertini, pushed the veteran to the ground, and pressed on top of him.
"F * ck! Demetrio, you did it! " These were the last words Albertini heard before he was pressed under even more of his teammates and roared.
Tang En's passionate celebration also ignited the emotions of the Forest fans in the stands. They sang together, singing the team song that the Forest team had won the Champions League twice — "The World in Our Hands."
Michael, John, and Bill sang at the top of their lungs. They were not "singing" the song, but "roaring" the song, as if they were going to shout until their throats broke. It was as if they could not express how excited they were at the moment if they did not do so.
"The world is in our hands! The world is in our hands! This damn world is in our hands!! We're the f * cking strongest in the world!!! "
"The singing of the Nottingham Forest fans … The singing of the Nottingham Forest fans once again resounded through the European arena! It was as if we had returned to the 1979 Olympic Stadium in Munich, Germany. That was the first time Brian Clough's Nottingham Forest appeared in the finals of the Champions League. They shocked the whole of Europe the moment they appeared. No one was optimistic about them, but they eventually won the championship! Twenty-eight years have passed, and Tony Twain has taken over the mantle of the old manager, Clough, and led a brand new Nottingham Forest to appear in the finals of the Champions League. This time, he vowed not to let the championship slip away! 2: 0! The red color is back! "
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