Chapter 243: This is my way

No one expected Javier; Sanetti would suddenly give up his position and rush to the middle of the midfield to grab the ball. Perhaps, his move did not even occur to his teammates...

Cambiaso looked at the captain with surprise and broke the ball from Albertini's feet, and then watched him drive the ball into the middle circle.

"This is Inter Milan's counterattack! The last moment!"

The shaking cheers were heard in the stands at Meacha Stadium.

"Javier; Zanetti! He was still fighting in the last moments of the game!"

Albertini was shocked when he saw the football suddenly flying out from under his feet. Then he saw the back of his old opponent, Inter Milan's No. 4, passing by.

He wanted to return to defense, and the ball was cut off from him. If Inter Milan took this opportunity to score, then he would become a sinner... This situation must not be allowed to happen!

But just as he was about to run, he saw another figure running by his side at high speed.

This is definitely not Inter Milan's support player, because this figure is red, red...No. 13!

"The Nottingham Forest defense is empty! This is the best opportunity for Inter Milan. If they want to go to Nottingham with 3:1... Oh, no! George; Wood... Oh my God, he is so fast! Didn't he really just come on the court?!"

George; Wood quickly moved closer to Sanetti who was dribbling the ball, and saw him running with all his might, he was like a leopard chasing his prey.

"Bastard! Go up and pick him up!" Whether the players on the court could hear it or not in such a noisy environment, Mancini shouted off the court.

Tang En also rushed to the sidelines, but he was not asking the players to return to defense, he was waving forward!

"Don't go back to defense! Hell! Rush up... One loses, one loses. Losing two is also a fucking loss! This is our last chance... George, cut the ball down for me!"

Wood caught up with Sanetti in a flash of time and ran away from the ball.

Now the captain of Inter Milan is waiting for Pepe in front of him, and George is already leaning forward; Wood. He knows that it will definitely not work to see speed or force breakthrough to get rid of defense. He is not a speed player.

But if he was asked to stop and control the ball and wait for his teammates to support him, the opponent might be able to defend himself. Even so, he could control the football on his own team and drag it to the end of the game. But Sanetti didn't want to do this.

Only one goal won at home, and went to the away game. As long as the opponent has one 1:0, Inter Milan will be eliminated. For the safety of the team and to ensure that they can advance, the key is to win as many goals as possible at home.

This last offensive opportunity before the game must be seized!

The fourth official appeared between the two referees, and he raised the sign of the injury stoppage time. But almost no one looked at him, and now everyone was attracted by the sudden change in the field.

"Three minutes of injury time. Inter Milan is attacking... If this ball is scored, Nottingham Forest will lose two goals, and it will not be easy to play when returning to his home court. But if..."

Before the commentator finished speaking, George; Wood saw that Sanetti had a slightly larger gap and exerted force. He forced himself to overtake, then tackled and shoveled the football to Pepe in front before Sanetti poked the football again!

Sanetti, who couldn't stop the car, kicked Wood's thigh and staggered. Then he fell forward...

"Foof!" A huge roar broke out from the stands.

The referee raised his right hand while running, stretched out his index finger and shook it.

"nice shot!"

The roars instantly turned into booing, deafening, almost causing a heart attack.

Pepe easily received Wood's shovel to the earth. He originally wanted to drive forward with his big foot, because most Forest players had not had time to return to defense, and long passes were the most time-saving way when they were eager to equalize the score.

But he saw George; Wood had already climbed up from the ground and was waving to him.

wave?

What does that mean?

"Give me the ball!" Wood was stunned when he saw Pepe. Finally, he couldn't help but shout out.

Pepe obediently passed the football over, but he still suspected that he had heard it wrong. When did Wood take the initiative to ask for the ball so strongly?

Wood received a pass from Pepe, but he didn't kick forward. There was a lot of room in front of him. Inter Milan's players had just changed from defense to offense, but suddenly changed from offense to defense. The players had not yet reacted and no one came up to defend him.

At the same time, in the stands, a faint singing suddenly sounded amid the huge boo. Of course, this was not a singing cheering for Inter Milan, it was the singing of two thousand Nottingham Forest fans. The singing was intermittent.

It is always covered by the boo and roar of Inter Milan fans, but it cannot be completely submerged.

It seems that a small boat fighting against wind and waves will be knocked into the water by a wave and then drilled out again. The strong wind and waves can throw it into the sky or into the water, but it cannot make it overturn and stop appearing.

Martins was chasing Wood with his own speed. He quickly caught up with the target, but was completely at a disadvantage in the physical confrontation with Wood! He wanted to use a tactical foul from behind to stop Nottingham Forest's counterattack, but he didn't expect to hit him head-on and Wood's footsteps staggered, while Martins himself lost all his gravity and fell to the ground.

The booing in the stands was even louder. Inter Milan fans have determined that every time they faced against Wood's body, their players must have fallen to the ground because Wood made a foul. The referee did not judge just because this cunning man's small movements were very hidden!

Wood staggered for a moment, but quickly stabilized the football.

At this time, he suddenly stopped worrying about how he would pass the ball because he didn't care about it at all.

He saw a lot of room ahead, so he decided to drive the ball forward by himself.

Albertini saw this scene in front, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned around and ran forward.

Inter Milan players are all guarding the Forest's original offensive players. If George suddenly inserted, he would definitely disrupt the opponent's defense line, and then he or others would have a chance. It depends on whether Wood can see it.

Can you think of it or pass it on?

Wood was dribbling the ball, and he was dribbling the ball in a straight line. A man who came up to defend other people finally appeared in front - Cruz.

As a forward, Cruz's defensive level is really not satisfactory. George; Wood just pushed the football around Cruz, and then rushed harder to speed up! He walked around the Argentine...

It was so simple that he passed a person. Wood did not have the time to be complacent about his success this time.

Cruz was stunned, but he didn't expect Wood to be so fast that he had just turned around.

Wood, who was two meters away from him, had already rushed past him... It was not that he didn't want to react, such as being deeply pulled and tripping, but that he couldn't react at all!

George passed Cruz by speed; Wood was already close to Inter Milan's heavy defense penalty area. If he still rushed over with his head in a silence, there would probably be only one result - the ball was cut off.

Wood was not a fool. He slowed down, but was still moving forward. Cambiaso looked at George who was already close to him; Wood.

I remember when I introduced this opponent before the game, I focused on his defensive ability. As for his offensive level, a sentence passed by - "When the Forest team attacked, you think he did not exist."

This was also proven by our previous performance in the game. How did we score the first goal? Wasn’t it that Peron took the initiative to step forward and cut off the kid’s goal?

Perron can. Why can't I?

I don’t know what went wrong with the other guy, and he actually wanted to drive the ball to tear open our defense... He must be crazy!

Let me end you, boy.

Because it was the Inter Milan player closest to the opponent, Cambiaso rushed forward.

Wood's dribbling looks very scheming. He did a good job in basic exercises, but he was too rigid.

Cambiaso knew that Wood was in good health, so he didn't plan to hit him like that fool Matrachi.

Stealing requires a little trick. As long as you think I want to intercept the ball directly and force you to make moves, I can seize the opportunity to cut off your poor dribbling ball...

Look forward to it, boy.

Cambiaso stretched out his feet and poked the ball towards the football. As long as Wood was panicking as he expected, he immediately turned around and stuck the position, then broke the football down, and then organized a counterattack.

Zanetti, Martins, Adriano, and Cruz were still ahead and didn't have time to come back. This is a great opportunity to fight the Forest team...

George; Wood is also in trouble now. He dribbled the ball to this place in one go. What should we do next? There are people in front of him, and there is a bald man trying to cut off his ball. Wood is very clear in his heart. If the football is not passed.

It may be very likely that he will be cut off again if he stays under his feet. The best situation is that he will immediately foul after the opponent intercepts the ball. Retarding Inter Milan's attack.

This is not the result he wants. He hopes that Forest can score goals and equalize the score. Otherwise, why would he have to drive the ball in the backcourt and rush up to do what he is most not good at?

Just when he didn't know how to do it, he saw a red figure swaying in front of him and disappeared into the blue and black crowd.

"If you don't know how to pass, just pass the ball to the teammates you see. It's that simple."

He didn't see his teammates around him, except for the red figure.

The opponent's bald player was ready to move, and another blue and black figure rushed up. It seemed that he wanted to double-team him, trying to intercept the ball and fight back. I don't have time to think about it, let's do it!

Cambiaso's toes were already very close to the football. He did not poke directly at the football, but went around to the side of the ball, so Wood's ball was naturally broken. But he ignored a little...

English boy, your performance time is over... Huh?

Wood did kick the ball away when Cambiaso made a steal, but it was not the hasty troll before the breakthrough, but... a straight pass! And, most importantly.

The most unexpected thing Cambiaso thought was that the football crawled between his legs! In order to successfully intercept the ball, Cambiaso spread his legs wide open, but he did not expect to open a path for Wood!

Push the crotch!

But in the crowded penalty area, who was his ball passing to?

"Albertini!"

Suddenly, Nottingham Forest No. 4, which appeared in the middle of the defense line, there was no Inter Milan player who specifically targeted him. He received a direct pass from George; Wood!

Inter Milan players did not expect Albertini to appear here suddenly, and even more unexpected was that George had been performing very poorly in the offense; Wood could actually pass such a penetrating ball!

Albertini stretched out his foot to take the ball and turned around. He could already see the goal, very clearly, goalkeeper Giulio; Cesar's expression of fear and surprise mixed on his face was clearly seen.

Didn't expect, the boys of Inter Milan?

Beautiful job, George! I knew you could do it!

"He can't do it anymore, interfere with him!" Matrachi shouted loudly, and he rushed up first. Now he is in the penalty area, so he naturally won't use a foul to stop the shot. But he believes that he can definitely interfere with Albertini's shot when he leans up.

He remembered Albertini's appearance of breathing heavily in the frontcourt with his knees before. This kind of physical strength, with a little influence, could allow him to shoot the ball away.

I couldn't run anymore and didn't have the energy to chase back to the defense. It was just because of the trust of my coach and teammates that I was not replaced. Before the game, I said I would let me play the whole game, and I couldn't end my own game without performing anything.

Matrachi, when I was playing football in San Siro, you kid don’t know which low-level team you are on. I am the master here!
To be continued...