Chapter 211 Not finished yet (Part 2)

After pulling back the ball, Robben suddenly accelerated and drove the ball to the bottom line!

Barnes expected Robben to do this, so he took some defense when he was in the inside.

Now he quickly turned around and mentioned the fastest he could mention now, pressing close to Robben, still stuck inside, not giving the Dutch a chance to overtake.

Robben is now about a quarter ahead of Barnes, but he is not sure of overcoming him.

Seeing that the football was about to be taken out of the bottom line like this, Robben suddenly stepped on the ball on the bottom line and braked suddenly. He and Barnes, who were following him, slid out of the field due to inertia.

However, one was to take the initiative to stop, and the other was to be passive. Robben had the upper hand at the next speed of reaction. He turned around and threw Barnes lying on the ground, trying to get the ball again and then drive into the penalty area. He turned around but was stunned: The ball is gone!

The referee's whistle sounded, and Robben saw the flag in the hand of the lieutenant beside him pointing to the corner flag area under his feet...

"Corner kick! Layton; Barnes fell to the ground and shoveled Robben's ball parked at the baseline! Beautiful defense!"

There was warm applause in the stands.

Barnes, who was lying on the ground, had his chest fluctuated violently. Of course, he knew that the applause was dedicated to him. But he was not happy because he knew that he had tried his best this time and gave his opponent a corner flag. He really didn't know what would happen next time.

He wanted to get up and go back to the door to defend, but suddenly he found that his right foot could not be exerted. He forced himself to force his heart, but the pain came over and a thought came out: It's over...

Barnes, who was lying on the ground, raised his hands, stretched out his index finger, and slowly circled around twice. This was a gesture to the head coach that he could not hold on to the game and requested to be replaced. Then, after doing all this, he covered his face with both hands, motionless.

"Damn..." Don't see Barnes' gesture, subconsciously swearing in his mouth.

Fleming had already run over with the team doctor, and Barnes fell off the court without the referee's approval.

"Garreth!!" Tang En shouted without looking back, "Go to warm up! You only have one corner kick time!"

Bale jumped up from his seat, not surprised by this, and took off his vest without hesitation. He ran to the sidelines.

Chris Lack stood up from his seat and walked to Donn: "No Barnes can do it?"

Tang En nodded: "I guess I sprained my ankle. I just saw him tackle the movement a little awkward... He forced the center of gravity to change in high-speed movement."

"Really..." Chris Lack also swears. Albertini was injured, and the Forest team injured another one. Unlike the previous two seasons, when the Forest team needed to fight on multiple fronts this season, it was injured one after another.

The two coaches stood on the sidelines and watched silently on the court.

The referee saw Barnes making a substitution gesture, ran over and asked for a question, and then waved to the Forest Team's team doctor as a routine thing. He saw that the Forest Team's team doctor was already running here.

He turned back to the stadium, signaled the Chelsea players to reposition the football position, and then backed back to the penalty area.

The game will continue and you won’t stop because of one person’s injury. The Forest team can only face ten people now, and one less person is the only one in this game. It may be an important factor in breaking the balance.

Mourinho obviously also knew that this corner kick was an opportunity that he could use and had to seize. He waved his hand and let it all go, leaving only one Paul; Ferreira and goalkeeper Cech in the backcourt.

John; Terry, Ricardo; Carvalho, William; Galas, all three defenders rushed into the Forest's penalty area.

The atmosphere in front of the Forest Team suddenly heated up.

"This is our chance to equalize the score! Don't let it go!" Terry shouted in front of the goal to encourage his teammates.

"Defense! Watch them and watch them to death!" Van der Sar also yelled and directed his teammates to guard the tall man in Chelsea. "Push out. Push out!"

It's so close, but far away. This sentence is used to describe Layton; Barnes's mood and situation at this moment are too appropriate.

The crowded goal of the Forest team was five meters away from him, and he could clearly hear the sounds made by the players on both sides as they competed for positions. He closed his eyes and could imagine what it would look like in front of the goal at this moment. It must be very messy, and there were many people...

But he can't do anything. His injury has left the team missing one person on the court. Can we defend against this attack? Is there anyone taking over the right post to stand?

Fleman was pinching his right ankle and asked him whether it hurt or not, he didn't answer.

"It seems that the injury is very serious. I don't realize it..." Fleming took out the ice bag from the medical bag and pressed it on Barnes' ankle, and then began to wrap it around with a bandage.

The riots in front of the Forest Team have finally subsided, but this is only temporary, everyone knows. Just like the calm before the storm, full of depression, anxiety and anxiety.

The referee exited the penalty area and blew the whistle in his mouth.

Lampard raised his right hand high and clenched his fist. This is Chelsea's corner kick tactical code. No one knows what it means except themselves.

The football kicked out. Flying straight in front of the goal. Drogba and Carvalho were still fighting with two central defenders in Chelsea until this moment. They wanted to jump and compete for the top, but the central defender of the Forest team refused to let them get what they wanted.

But who knew that these two people were just a cover. They were so desperate to get overwhelmed in front of the Forest Team, just to attract the defense attention of the Forest Team.

John; Terry starts sprinting from the penalty spot and takes off!

The next powerful top rush without defense!

"John; Terry...and_a_gooooal!!"

Van der Sar, who was in a hurry, just jumped up and waved his hand, watching the football fly into the goal but couldn't stop it.

Huge cheers burst out from the visiting team's stands.

Hearing this strange cheer, Fleming, who was bandaging Barnes, lowered his head and cursed: "Damn!" At the same time, he couldn't help but exert a little force on his hand.

Barnes finally reacted, and he frowned and took a breath.

Gareth was sprinting to warm up while on the sidelines; Bale also stopped, and he couldn't continue to warm up because the area where he warmed up was now full of people.

Chelsea players rushed here to celebrate the goal, waving their fists at the Chelsea fans in the stands behind him, and the Blues fans responded to them with cheers.

Bell looked at these people coldly, and he suddenly heard someone calling his name. It was assistant coach Mr. Chris Lack, who was waving his arms at himself: "Gares! Come back! It's time for you to play!"

Another glance at the excited Chelsea man, Gareth; Bale turned and ran to the Forest coach's seat.

When passing by Chelsea's coaching seat, he was attracted by Mourinho's wild celebration. The Portuguese was kneeling on the ground and gliding! Just like a player who scored a goal, wearing a black windbreaker, kneeling on the ground and sliding!

The Portuguese became the focus of attention at one time.

The audience in front of the TV and the audience on the scene, consciously and unconsciously, all turned their attention to the head coach who never concealed his emotions.

"Ohh! This is the best coach celebration move I've ever seen!" Motson shouted.

Gareth; Bale was still turning his head to look at the Portuguese when he ran back to his team's coaching seat.

"Stop looking, Gareth." Don't have a voice behind his head.

"Ah, sorry, sir..." Bale thought the head coach must be angry.

Tang En coughed: "I have said it many times. Don't call me a husband in the first team, call me a boss or a boss."

"Yes, boss..."

Don Eun glanced at Mourinho, who was still performing in front of the TV camera and asked, "Do you think that move is handsome?"

Bell nodded first, then immediately shook his head: "No, that's nothing, boss."

Done grinned: "Now you have the chance to let me do the same. Barnes is injured, you go up and play as the left back as a substitute, and you have to insert an assist if necessary..."

"Isn't it defense, boss?" Bale was a little surprised. The first task of the left back should be defense. After all, Chelsea attacked so hard just now.

"If we keep defending, that's how it turns out." Tang En pointed to the electronic scoreboard in the far stands, "So, send the ball out when you have the ability."

Bell nodded and said he knew.

"Go on the court and perform well! If you can score, I will give you a more handsome celebration move than that!" Donn squeezed his eyes at Bell.

The young monkey laughed. "How can you be handsome, boss?"

"You will know then. Score me first!" Done pushed Bale near the center line outside the field.

After fourteen minutes of lead, the Forests were equalized, but this was by no means the end. Mourinho, who attracted everyone's attention in an instant by unconventional celebration, knew in his heart, Tony standing on the sidelines and frowning; Donn also knew.
Chapter completed!