"George Wood dribbles the ball along the flank and breaks through! His speed was fast … Oh no, Ramos intercepted him! Wait a minute … Gareth Bale, he passed the ball over again … Ramos couldn't do anything about it. George Wood received the ball again and broke through! "
An excited voice came from the TV. It sounded like a machine gun. It kept going "Tu Tu Tu Tu". The sound was even a little distorted.
Compared to the excited commentator, the Forest fans watching the game in front of the television were a little silent. Of course, this was not because they did not care enough about their team, but because they did not have the time to make their voices heard. The group of people maintained the same posture: holding their heavy beer mugs, mouths agape, looking up at the TV screen, all their thoughts on it.
"George Wood has broken into the penalty area, single blade!"
At this time, someone in the crowd roared, "F * ck them … George, score their goal! Score their goals!! "
"Shoot, George! Shoot! "
"This is the last chance. It's all up to you, Captain!"
When Wood finally shot the ball under his feet, all the sounds in the bar disappeared in an instant. The bar was so quiet that it was as if there was no sound at all.
They watched as the football was blocked by Casillas. Their hearts were in their throats for fear that the football would deviate from the goal. When the football was still stubbornly flying towards the goal, they saw Marcelo tackle the football again. Their hearts, which had just been hanging in suspense, almost jumped out of their mouths this time. Some people even covered their mouths with their hands.
The ball eventually rolled into the goal along with Marcelo. The group did not breathe a sigh of relief because of this. Instead, they roared as if they had gone mad.
"Fuck Real Madrid! We won! We are the champions!! "
“GOOOOAL！ GOOOOAL！！”
"Forest, forest! Nottingham Forest! "
"Nottingham Forest, lalalalala! Nottingham Forest, lalalalala!! "
No one drank the beer. They were all tossed to the ceiling.
"Wooooow —"
This was just a microcosm of most of the pubs in Nottingham. When Wood scored, half of Nottingham went crazy.
Some places even couldn't wait to set off fireworks.
At the same time, in the Bernabéu stadium in the north of Madrid, Spain, a brief silence had just disappeared.
All the sounds seemed to come from underground, and they bluntly attacked everyone's eardrums.
The commentators on TV and radio were desperate to tell every viewer and listener what had just happened here.
The 80,000 fans in the stadium clearly expressed their emotions. The emotions of the Real Madrid fans were very complicated. Disappointment, anger, unwillingness, and disbelief gathered together, and the boos seemed to be a lot more messy. On the other hand, the Nottingham Forest fans were much simpler — excitement, unbridled excitement! They indulged in this emotion in the stands, singing, roaring, hugging and kissing everyone around them, even if they were of the same gender.
No matter how cultured a person was, they would not be able to control their emotions after 120 minutes. Not to mention that Evan Doughty wanted to vent his emotions in front of Florentino. He wanted to show him that this was the consequence of underestimating the Forest team!
Therefore, after the ball entered the goal, Evan immediately jumped up from his seat, raised his arms high, and shouted as if there was no one else around, "GOAL! GOOAL！！”
Next to him, the Real Madrid chairman, Florentino, could only put up with his opponent's disguised insult with a dark face. Behind him, a group of Real Madrid officials and VIPs also stared at the arrogant figure with an unfriendly expression. They must have classified the chairman of the English club as "uncultured" in their hearts.
But apart from silently criticizing, what else could they do? It was their team's fault for conceding the goal at the last minute.
Allan was one of the calmer ones in the Nottingham Forest camp. He did not indulge in the goal celebration like the chairman, but just smiled and applauded.
On the sidelines, Míchel González looked at the Forest players who were celebrating on the field with a blank expression. Conceding the goal at this time was tantamount to announcing Real Madrid's failure. He stood alone on the sidelines, and the technical area and the bench behind him were silent. The Real Madrid people could not accept this reality for a while.
Next door, the Nottingham Forest bench and the technical area had already hugged together, screaming like women.
Twain did not openly express his emotions like his colleagues because he was not as excited as those people. After seeing Wood score, other than the initial excitement, what followed was a sense of relief.
He just opened his arms, raised his head, and leaned his body back slightly, maintaining this posture. He did not even have the strength to open his mouth to roar.
There was a period of time when no one came up to disturb him, so he stood in this posture for a long time. Until Eastwood suddenly rushed up and stopped him from behind.
"Boss! Boss! We won, didn't we? We are the champions, didn't we? We are the treble winners, didn't we? "
The agitated voice was more like a declaration than a question.
George Wood, the hero of the goal. After he scored the goal, he waved his fists hard, which was rare for him, and hit the sky. He only felt a surge of energy in his chest, and he could not help but open his mouth to roar.
When he waved his fists and roared in the same place, the other Nottingham Forest players swarmed over, each of their faces distorted with excitement.
"Well done, captain!"
"We've won, hahaha!"
"We're the treble winners!"
Wood was pressed to the ground by his teammates who rushed up, and a group of people shouted as they pressed on. There were not many opportunities like this. Wood was not a striker, and he scored few goals. The human pyramid celebration could not be used all the time.
The Nottingham Forest players were celebrating wantonly. Most of the Real Madrid players looked on blankly. They had already admitted defeat — the goal in the 120th minute would not give them time to equalize. They had not heard that there were still four or five minutes of injury stoppage time in overtime.
Only Ribéry protested to the referee that the Forest team's celebration was too long. At this time, the Forest fans did not boo him. They were still celebrating to their heart's content, and no one would take the time to pay attention to a loser.
Raúl, the former spiritual symbol of Real Madrid, the source of strength, and the leader of the locker room. At the moment, he was sitting in the VIP box, helplessly looking at the field. In such a situation, even if he was on the field, it would not help. Real Madrid's tenth Champions League title was so difficult to win. He sat in the chair and sighed.
Ribéry's protest was met with a positive response from the referee. He ran to the Forest players and pulled them up one by one to warn them not to deliberately delay the game.
The Forest players ignored the referee's warning, and after being pulled up, they still waved to the stands in celebration. At the same time, they slowly ran back to their own half of the field.
Tang En did not know how many minutes of injury stoppage time would be. Compared to his colleagues, his mind was still clear. While the players ran back to their half of the field, he shouted at them from the sidelines, "Pay attention to the defense! Don't get too f * cking carried away, guys! The game is not over yet! "
"George!" He shouted Wood's name again, asking him to remind the players on the field not to rush to celebrate the victory as the captain.
Wood nodded. The excitement of scoring a goal could no longer be seen on this monster's face. His face was sullen, as if they were the ones who fell behind.
In fact, Tang En was a little worried. When the referee signaled for the Real Madrid players to come to the center circle to kick off, some of them still did not move. After being in the lead at the last minute, these people had completely lost their fighting spirit.
Casillas had originally planned to rush into the Forest penalty area to participate in the attack at the last minute. Unfortunately, his teammates did not give him the chance.
Ribéry raised his hand in the middle for the ball. Ronaldo turned a blind eye to it and cut inside from the side, then directly shot from a long distance!
Akinfeev jumped up and stretched his hand. The ball flew over the crossbar.
This was Real Madrid's last attack of the game, the last shot …
Akinfeev planned to delay the game. He pretended to express his dissatisfaction with the team's defense, then turned to ask the ball boy for the ball. The ball boy had already smashed the ball onto him.
The most hardcore Real Madrid fans still had hope in their hearts, but the referee's whistle cruelly shattered this fantasy.
"The game is over!" The commentator announced with a drawn-out voice. "3: 2, Nottingham Forest has obtained the final victory! With their captain, George Wood's goal in the 120th minute, they defeated Real Madrid at the Bernabéu Stadium and won the 2013/14 UEFA Champions League title! "
This voice was simply music to the Forest fans' ears. Everyone's nervousness vanished with this voice, followed by an indescribable excitement.
The Forest players and coaches who had long been waiting outside the stadium rushed into the stadium at the same time as the whistle. They were celebrating their victory.
But Tony Twain did not forget to shake hands with the opposing manager after the game.
The reporters swarmed up and surrounded him. He had to push them away to be able to shake hands with Michelle.
"Congratulations, Mr. Tang En." Although they had lost the most important game of the season, Michelle still had a polite smile on his face. As expected, a person from a rich and powerful family was much more graceful than a grassroots like Tang En.
Twain did not accept his congratulations as triumphantly as Michelle thought he would. On the contrary, the smile on his face was not obvious. He shook the Real Madrid manager's hand and replied, "This was a wonderful game. Thank you, Mr. González."
The two of them did not communicate further. Michelle had to appease his own players, while Tang En had to face the numerous reporters' pursuit and interception. At the same time, he had to be with his own players.
"Mr. Tang En, can you talk about how it feels to win the Champions League again?" The question was asked by the English media. This reporter was very pleased with the "again" in his question. He had even imagined Tang En's reaction — laughing and praising him, "Again? I like it! "
But he was disappointed. Tang En was a little abnormal today. He was not as excited and agitated as people thought. He just squeezed out, not intending to answer the question.
"Mr. Tang En, is achieving the Treble the most memorable thing in your career?"
"Mr. Tang En, George Wood scored the decisive goal at the last minute. Do you have any comments on this? Was this specially arranged by you? "
"Can you talk about Pepe's foul and red card …"
"Sorry, I have questions to ask at the press conference later. Thank you …" Tang En waved as he squeezed out. As a champion manager, in the eyes of the reporters, he put on airs again.
It was only when he saw George Wood that an obvious smile appeared on his face.
But Wood was still sharp enough to capture the change in his expression.
"You don't look very happy?" Wood asked.
"How can that be?" Tang En smiled and spread his hands. "I just don't want that group of reporters to get carried away and keep asking questions. I just want to be with you guys at this time. "
Wood believed Tang En's words. Then he did something that no one expected — he suddenly hugged Tang En tightly.
"Thank you, Boss."
Tang En patted his firm and broad back. "The person who should say thank you is me, George. Thank you for your final goal … "
He wanted to say something but found that he had lost his center of gravity — he had already been lifted up by Wood and the other players.
"Wow!" Tang En was startled.
"Hey, Boss, don't move! You're the manager of a champion team! "
The players below laughed and shouted at him.
Once again, for the third time this season, he was lifted up by the players to enjoy the treatment that only belonged to him — being worshiped.
Seeing this scene, the English commentator also laughed. "Ha! The king of Nottingham Forest! "
And the Italian commentator gave Tang En a new nickname — "Don." Dunn. Sir, sir, and also another meaning — Godfather.
"Tony Don Twain. The undisputed godfather of Nottingham Forest. He led the team to win three UEFA Champions League titles, three English Premier League titles, one EFL Cup, one FA Cup, and several other major and minor international and continental cup titles. He is England's most successful manager since Sir Alex Ferguson. Since Sir Alex Ferguson is the godfather of Manchester United, he can also be the godfather of Nottingham Forest. " When the Italian said this, there was no trace of the usual sarcasm and ridicule. No matter how arrogant and unruly he used to be, how annoying he was, how much he made them suffer, how much he made them suffer, and how much he made them suffer, when he said this, the Italian did not have the slightest bit of sarcasm when he said this. At this time, in the face of brilliant results, they could not help but be convinced — he was the godfather of champions.
He was the godfather of Nottingham Forest, and also synonymous with champions.
He could accept the title "Don" calmly.
Tang En sat on the shoulders of the players and raised his fist to the sky. Queen's classic "We Are the Champions" was playing live at Bernabéu. Amidst the impassioned music, the figure above the crowd grew taller.
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PS, the title of the godfather of champions has come out. The source is here ~
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