When Ribéry fell into Nottingham Forest's penalty area, Evan Doughty on the podium looked as if he had eaten a plate of caterpillars. His expression was very interesting. But the most interesting thing was definitely not off the field, but on the field.
After Pepe pushed Ribéry, he thought his move was very light. At most, he would only interfere with Ribéry's movements and not give him a chance to shoot. But he did not expect Ribéry to fall and fall into the Forest team's penalty area. It was exactly a penalty kick!
Seeing Ribéry lying on the ground, Pepe suddenly flew into a rage. A wave of evil fire rushed to his head and his eyes suddenly turned red.
He kicked Ribéry's leg directly. The kick was so hard that it made him lose his balance and fall next to Ribéry.
It was not over yet. He pressed down on Ribéry's head again and growled in Ribéry's ear with his teeth clenched, "You're a f * cking shameless liar!! Bastard! You … son of a b * tch! "
He wanted to continue shouting, but he did not realize that under his full force, Ribéry's face was pressed out of shape.
This scene looked really scary in the eyes of the outsiders.
But Pepe was not aware of it. His hand was still exerting force and he was still growling. Until he was suddenly lifted up by the two men, his foot was still disobediently trying to kick Ribéry.
"Pepe!" Bale struggled to stop Pepe, while Woodgate stood in front of Pepe to prevent him from pouncing on Ribéry.
Ribéry was still lying on the ground.
The Real Madrid players had already rushed over to defend Ribéry. Higuaín went up to Pepe to reason, but Pepe punched Higuaín's face through Woodgate!
At this time, Pepe was completely different from the good guy impression he gave people in the past. He was furious like a storm, and everyone in front of him had to be ready to bear his anger.
"Damn, he's even hitting people!" Benzema rushed up to retaliate against Pepe. He saw Higuaín cover half of his face and crouch down. It looked like the punch was not clear.
Before he could run up, he was first separated by the Forest players.
The players from both sides huddled together in that small area, pushing and shoving, their mouths cursing. For a moment, the scene was a mess.
Even though Bell and Woodgate were holding on to Pepe, trying to separate him. But Pepe still broke free from their restraints and rushed towards Ribéry. At the same time, he kept shouting, "You liar! If you have the guts, don't dive! Bastard traitor! Diving to get a penalty kick, who do you think you are! Son of a bitch! "
"Enough, enough!" Bell pulled Pepe's body from behind, feeling very tired. Pepe was like a raging bull being held by him. "Stop scolding, Pepe! You're in big trouble! You're going to get a red card! "
"So be it!" The red-eyed Pepe did not care whether he would be sent off or not. Right now, he just wanted to teach that traitor a lesson. With a jerk of his shoulders, he opened his eyes to Bell and Woodgate and was about to continue his charge.
At this moment, George Wood grabbed him by the neck, causing the curse words to get stuck in his throat and he could not spit them out. No one saw where Wood rushed out from, and no one saw him make a move.
He looked coldly at the somewhat stunned Pepe and said, "Calm down."
The veins on Pepe's neck were bulging. He was competing with Wood. Unfortunately, he could not win against the team captain who was much stronger than him. He could only grit his teeth and stare at Wood.
Wood exerted force in his hand and pushed Pepe back, "Get out of here!"
"He … Damn it!" A low growl came from the depths of Pepe's throat.
"This is not a boxing ring." Wood stared at Pepe. With that, he suddenly pounced on Pepe, hugged him tightly, and dragged him off the field.
"Let go of me, let me teach that cowardly traitor a lesson!"
Pepe was still struggling, but it was to no avail. He could not win against Wood and was eventually dragged to the sidelines.
Just as Pepe was still struggling, the referee broke away from the group of impulsive players and ran towards Pepe. Then he showed Pepe a red card!
The Real Madrid fans in the stands booed at Pepe, while the Nottingham Forest fans booed Ribéry for diving. At this time, there were only boos in the stands.
After Wood dragged Pepe to the sidelines, he gave him a slap and pushed him out again. This time, Pepe did not return to the field. He just kept nagging at the assistant referee on the sidelines who provided the basis for the referee's penalty call, "You bastard referee, I suggest you wear glasses next time! No, wear your brain too! "
The assistant referee did not back down and retorted, "You violent person, you have no right to criticize my work."
Pepe did not care about him and walked towards the tunnel while cursing "you motherf * cker" and "motherf * cker". He was still cursing as he walked past Tang En. Tang En slapped him on the back of the head.
"What are you doing?" Tang En glared at the stunned Pepe. "Look at what you've done! We've been given a penalty and we're one player short! "
Pepe tried to defend himself, "I didn't foul, it was a dive …"
"Even if it was a dive, can't you f * cking calm down? Bastard! "Tang En pulled Pepe towards the tunnel. "Go back to the locker room and think about it!"
Pepe was still unconvinced. He pointed to the field and roared angrily, "Even if I'm calm, as calm as a f * cking iceberg! The referee will also give me a yellow card. I already have one on me, Boss! "
Tang En was shocked by Pepe's sudden outburst. He looked at Pepe and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"I hate that bastard Ribéry! I hate him! But just now, I didn't just hate him! I hate him to the core! He used a despicable dive to cheat for a penalty and made me get off the field with two yellow cards! This was all that son of a b * tch's plan! I want him to pay the price! I can't take this lying down! "
Pepe shouted with his fists clenched.
"But now you've made us pay the price …" Tang En spread his hands and his tone was not as intense as before.
In the players' tunnel, in a tunnel that no one could see, Pepe finally calmed down as he listened to the overwhelming boos outside. He was silent for a while and then lost all his strength. His shoulders slumped.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Boss … "His voice was low and he kept mumbling. He was like a child who had realized his mistake and was begging for his father's forgiveness.
Tang En went forward and touched his bald head. "Franck is already a Real Madrid player. He naturally has to think from Real Madrid's perspective. The two of you are only enemies on the field, not enemies for life. If you want him to pay the price, you should work hard to stay on the field, defeat him and his team, and lift up the Champions League trophy in front of him. " Having said that, Tang En sighed. "But it's useless to say anything now. You've already been sent off the field. Go back to the locker room … "
Unexpectedly, Pepe shook his head and said firmly, "No, Boss. I'll be right here. I want to see our team defeat Real Madrid. "
Tang En shrugged. "Up to you."
Then he turned around and walked out of the tunnel, returning to the technical area.
At that moment, the conflict on the field had already ended. After George Wood pushed Pepe off the field, the people in the conflict had already dispersed. The referee gave Mitchell and Benzema, who had fought in the conflict, a yellow card each, and fifty strokes of the paddle each. But this did not reduce the tension between the two teams. The Nottingham Forest players were still glaring at the Real Madrid players.
The culprit who caused all this, Franck Ribéry, was surrounded by his Real Madrid teammates. The people around him were smiling happily, even excitedly. Only Ribéry's smile was a little forced, and his mood was not high.
Of course, he knew that he had exaggerated the power of Pepe's push. It was such a light push, and if he wanted to, he would not even be able to move his center of gravity. But if he did that, he definitely did not have a hundred percent confidence in breaking through the Forest goal. Since that was the case, why did he persist? Almost eighty percent of the attacking players in such a situation would probably choose to fall to the ground cleanly to cheat a penalty … No, this could no longer be called a "cheat". This was a reasonable use of the rules …
With this thought, the guilt deep in his heart lessened a little. He retreated out of the penalty area and waited for his teammates to take the penalty.
As long as the goal went in, then Real Madrid would be pulled back from the edge of the cliff. The suspense of the game would continue to be maintained. The Real Madrid fans also did not have to leave the stadium early.
He stood outside the penalty area and looked at Higuaín, who was placing the football. His palms were full of sweat.
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Kerslake saw Tang En walking back and went up to him to ask, "How's Pepe?"
"I think his emotions have stabilized." Tang En walked as he looked at the field. "Higuaín will take this penalty …"
"To tell you the truth, Tony … Pepe just now gave me a shock. I've never seen him so angry before. "
"I've never seen it either." Tang En glanced at his assistant. "But … maybe there's always a place in everyone that they absolutely can't provoke. There's always something that they can't tolerate …"
To be honest, Tang En had to thank Pepe. If Pepe did not explode, the person who would be sent off would probably be him. When he saw Ribéry dive, he almost blurted out vulgarities. Then, he saw Pepe suddenly flip out. So, Tang En, who was shocked by Pepe, naturally swallowed back the vulgarities in his mouth. Next, Pepe attracted everyone's full firepower, and he did not have to stand out anymore …
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"Replaying Pepe's actions just now … it really surprised us." Although Pepe had already been sent off the field with a red card, his performance just now still shocked the commentators. "Pepe has a good temper in Nottingham Forest. His defense on the field is also very clean. He hasn't even received a red card this season. Most of the time, the conflicts on the field have nothing to do with him. But it's such a nice guy who actually seems to have gone crazy. Maybe the pressure of the finals is too much … "
"His foul gave Real Madrid a chance to equalize before the end of the game. Maybe he suddenly exploded because of this. Looking at the slow-motion footage, there's no doubt that Pepe did push someone. But Ribéry's fall is too exaggerated … With such a light push, he actually dived down as if he was hit by a big truck … "
The commentators did not say that it was a dive, but they also felt that Ribéry's performance was exaggerated. Nottingham Forest's penalty kick was a little unjust …
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Even if it was a little unjust, it was useless. Even if Ribéry really did dive, the referee had already given the penalty kick, and naturally, it could not be changed. The Nottingham Forest players stood outside the penalty area with indignation on their faces, waiting for Higuaín to take the penalty kick.
When Higuaín took the penalty kick, the visiting fans behind the Forest team's goal madly booed, trying to disrupt the Argentine striker's mentality.
Higuaín, under great pressure, calmly deceived Akinfeev and scored the ball.
The stands suddenly shook as if there was an earthquake.
The depressed emotions that the Real Madrid fans had been holding in for dozens of minutes were finally released. They waved their fists in the stands and cheered to their hearts' content. At that moment, only one voice could be heard in the huge Bernabéu Stadium:
"Long live, Madrid!!"
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Akinfeev was completely deceived by Higuaín's gaze. When he pounced, he realized that he pounced in the wrong direction. In mid-air, he still turned his head to look at the football that flew straight into the middle …
Originally, before Higuaín took the penalty kick, the Forest players and fans were still hoping for a fluke — under such great pressure, maybe the Argentine would directly kick the football away?
Unfortunately, Higuaín's current mentality was no longer the same as before.
After the goal, Higuaín ran to the stands where the Nottingham Forest fans were gathered and made a "shut up" gesture. Of course, he received a lot of boos.
Akinfeev, on the other hand, kicked the ball back to the midfield in frustration. Conceding a goal at the last moment of the game was really a blow to the team's morale.
Míchel stood on the sidelines and applauded the penalty kick, while Twain stood with his arms crossed and a straight face without saying a word.
One could tell what the two managers were thinking just by looking at their expressions.
Míchel must be glad that he and his team had a narrow escape. On the other hand, Twain was cursing in his heart because of this unexpected penalty kick.
The Real Madrid players were still celebrating the goal, while the Nottingham Forest players were dejected. Just after the penalty kick, the fourth official also announced the time for the injury stoppage time.
Because of the conflict caused by Pepe, there was a full five minutes of injury stoppage time.
The Real Madrid fans and the Nottingham Forest fans were quite satisfied with the stoppage time because they did not want to give up the game and go straight into overtime.
In this regard, the Real Madrid players appeared to be more spirited. Having just equalized the score, their morale was high and they could not wait to resume the game immediately and go straight into the enemy's base.
On the other hand, Nottingham Forest was stunned by the goal. There were still players surrounding the referee, trying to explain to him what happened in the penalty area.
Twain saw this scene from the sidelines and knew that the possibility of scoring another goal to kick Real Madrid into the abyss in the last five minutes was almost zero. He decided to give up the idea of going out to attack and go all out.
"Tell them that we will defend and counterattack in the last five minutes." Twain waved his hands weakly and said to Kerslake beside him. Then he turned around and walked back to the technical area and sat down.
Eastwood was a little worried and came up to him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Twain interrupted him, "I'm fine. Freddy, let me be quiet for a while. I need to think about how to play overtime … "
He rubbed his temples and lowered his head, deep in thought.
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