Chapter 142: Wood, who learns to be a star (Part 1)

Nottingham City, Wilford District, Forest Bar.

The beer in the glass was splashed into the sky, and everyone raised their arms and clenched their fists and shouted loudly. The sound inside the TV was covered by their roars, but no one wanted to hear the commentator clearly at this time.

"Although it's just a draw, from the process, the Forest team's point is as precious as a three-pointer! They tied Manchester United away. As a newly promoted team, this result is very difficult! George Wood is undoubtedly the hero tonight, the protagonist! This ball is perfect in both the process and the result!"

Manchester City, Old Trafford Stadium.

George Wood stood where he shot, running without spreading his arms, and throwing it into the sky without taking off his jersey. He didn't even do the move of punching. He just stood there, turned around and stared blankly as his teammates rushed towards him with excitement.

He has never passed by the ball in the game, and he doesn't know how to celebrate after scoring the goal. Should I yell and swear and vent my feelings at this moment?

"Beautiful job!" Ashley Young rushed up, hugged him suddenly, and shouted in his ear, "Beautiful job!"

Then more teammates rushed up to surround him, and even goalkeeper Darren Ward rushed from the backcourt. The players of Forest team, who were exhausted just now, seemed to be as energetic as they had just started playing.

Donn knelt on one knee on the ground and smashed hard at the turf. The excited Chris Lack picked him up, "He did it! He really did it!"

The referee was hugged on the court and the Forest team's bench. The referee looked down at the watch and directly blew three whistles representing the end of the game.

Manchester United continued their "back luck" this season, allowing Nottingham Forest to equalize the score in the last ten seconds of home court.

Although the Forests only got a draw, they were like winners. Celebrating Wood's last-minute goal on the court.

After looking at his players, Done waved his fists and remembered that there was another important thing to leave. He turned around and walked to the middle of the two coaching seats, where Manchester United head coach Sir Alex Ferguson was waiting for him.

"What a good game." Even though he lost the ball, Ferguson still kept a smile on his face. It was not easy to be able to return to normal expressions in such a short time. "Your team is great, Mr. Tang."

"Thank you for your praise, Sir Ferguson." Tang En was not as sarcastic as before. After all, for him, a draw is a victory, and there is no need to behave like a cheap person.

Ferguson nodded and said goodbye. Just as he turned around, the smile on the Scottish old man's face disappeared completely. He now had a clear answer to the question of Xia Tiandi.

——Will they pose a threat to us?

——Yes, they have threatened us.

Watching Ferguson leave, Done stood on the sidelines and looked back at the players still celebrating. He saw George Wood surrounded by the crowd and looked at him stupidly. A smile appeared on Done's face.

He believes that if Wood shoots exactly the same shot, 99% of the time he may not be able to enter.

In fact, it doesn't matter how this ball was shot in, what's important is the result. Wood made a real superman, hero, the_one.

This game will probably not be forgotten for a long time for him.

Beautiful work, boy. Keep playing like this, your future will be bright...

Wood finally broke free from his teammates' embrace. Everyone walked towards the player corridor one after another and went back to the locker room through there. Wood was about to leave the court, but he met Roy Keane on the sidelines.

Obviously, the Manchester United captain is waiting for him.

Seeing Wood come over. Keane took off his jersey and handed it to Wood: "You're doing a good job, boy."

This was the first time Wood encountered the situation where the other party took the initiative to exchange jerseys with him, and he was a little at a loss. Tang En happened to see that there was no coaching in the communication between players, but he still walked up and reminded Wood: "What are you doing while standing there? Swapping jerseys!"

Wood heard Don Eun's voice and looked back at him. Don Eun blinked at him.

So Wood lowered his head and took off his jersey. He changed to Keane's No. 16 Manchester United jersey.

Keane touched Wood's clothes and was completely soaked in sweat, wet and heavy. This kid really ran without hesitation... He thought of the last goal, and only this kind of jersey deserves such a goal.

It was a chance to run out after ninety minutes.

In this young man, he saw his shadow of the past. He appeared at Anfield Stadium in the jersey of Nottingham Forest, played against the most powerful team at the time, and began his career from then on.

Looking at Wood, he nodded: "We will fight often in the future. Don't let me down. Boy." After saying this, Roy Keane turned around and walked towards the corridor.

Wood didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Done patted him on the shoulder: "How do you feel, George?"

Wood looked at Donn and said, "Very good."

"You are really not humble..."

"What is that?"

"No, nothing. It's great." Tang En smiled, "Do you know who the local man who exchanges jerseys with you?"

Wood nodded.

"It is not easy to get his praise and recognition... Go back to the locker room." Tang En pointed to the left of the road, which led to the visiting team's locker room. Continue to walk straight to the press room, where Tang En's destination is.

"Also, George. You should laugh at this time." Don Eun pointed to Wood's face and said. "You are doing very well, why don't you smile?" Don Eun grinned.

Wood grinned, and finally laughed... Rather than saying he was laughing, he was imitating Tony Donn's expression.

Don't smiled even happier when he saw Wood's strange smile.

"Remember, George. Don't be depressed when you fail, and enjoy it when you win. Go, we won't go back to Nottingham tomorrow morning, enjoy this night!"

After patting Wood's shoulder, Donn walked straight to the press room.

At the post-match press conference, Tang En spoke and made the reporters present laugh.

"Football games are like life, it's really ups and downs!" He shrugged and smiled, "I'm very satisfied with the performance of the players. Although it's just a draw, I can't ask them to do more. It's perfect. Manchester United didn't lose at home, and we didn't come back empty-handed."

Ferguson looked at Donn.

"I am very satisfied with the result of the game, and even more satisfied with George Wood's performance. I think... the reporters who were full in the past few days before the game who hyped up the internal conflicts of the Forest team, are you stupid now?" After praising the team and talking about the game, Tang En changed his tone and his fighting style came again. "Who else thinks I prefer Wood for no reason after watching this game, but after watching it, who dares to say that I trust it without reason?"

The reporter stopped laughing and said nothing.

Looking at them, Tang En laughed again: "So I said I am very satisfied with the performance of my players in this game, very, very satisfied."

After saying this, Tang En stopped talking, leaned on the back of the chair and listened quietly to Ferguson's speech, with a relaxed smile on his face.

The pleasure of revenge on the media in his heart was very strong. He was really afraid that he would laugh when he continued to speak. If Wood had not scored the last goal, he might have been in a different mood now. The reporters would definitely ask themselves because of his failure. As long as you lose, no matter how hard you perform, it would be useless. The media is always good at telling things that seem normal as the end of the world.

Ferguson's speech was nothing special. Before the game, the two sides were talking back and forth, but now they were much more relaxed. There was no sarcasm to criticize the Forests in this game, and then focused on George Wood's never giving up. Then he tactfully criticized Manchester United's performance, without giving up, but said that some people did not consider the team in their hearts. Who he was referring to, I believe that as long as everyone who watched the game knew it.

Now the media's attention has shifted to the internal strife of Manchester United...

When Ferguson criticized Cristiano Ronaldo, Donn glanced at him. The red light on the old man's face was even more intense. I guess he had a lot of breath when he was in the locker room just now.
Chapter completed!