Chapter 269 Who loves who

"Etoo - Etoo! Shoot! The ball went in, the ball went in -! It's incredible! They scored two goals in five minutes and equalized the score! It's like lightning... Nottingham Forest didn't react at all!"

"The game format reversed in an instant! Nottingham Forest's advantage disappeared! Tony Don't hold on to the advantage of leading by one goal... They are too conservative!"

"If it weren't for the Norwegian referee's next man, this game shouldn't have been like this. Nottingham Forest's performance before being tied was convincing, they almost could be the winner... It's a pity."

Commentators from all over the country expressed their views on this goal. Those who prefer Barcelona were naturally applauded, while those who prefer Nottingham Forest were complaining about Don En.

In the VIP box on the upper floor of the French Stadium, when I saw Etoo scored the goal to overtake the score, Evan Dogette didn't care about the others being there, and slapped it on the thigh. Alan, who was sitting next to him, shook his head gently, and the good situation slipped away from them...

Of course Sophia knew what was going on the field, so she turned her head to look at George Wood sitting beside her.

Her son stared at the stadium with a expressionless face and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Nottingham Forest requests a substitution, No. 9 Nicklas Bentner comes on, replaces Zim Bonda who has cramped... This is the last substitution for coach Tony Donn, and it is still an adjustment on the front line.

This situation is ironic. Everyone says that Forest is a symbol of conservative utilitarianism, but in this game, coach Donnon replaced the defensive players with offensive players... If one person was not sent off, I'm afraid the Forest will not play much worse than Barcelona."

Nikaras Bentner ran onto the court with a big sprint, and there were nine minutes left before the game entered injury time.

Can he become a hero who saves the team at the last minute?

A ghost knows...

Barcelona began to recover defense after overtaking the score, while Nottingham Forest attacked. Tang En's substitution told his men. At the last moment, stop defending and attacking.

Albertini gritted his teeth and insisted. He could no longer run, but he still rushed forward and shot a long shot. The long shot was of high quality and flew out against the crossbar, which shocked Valdes in a cold sweat.

"Nickras Bentner! Header!"

This time, the Danish boy's close-range shot was hugged by Valdes because he was too pretentious.

Rijkald couldn't sit still. He walked out of the coach's seat, stood on the sidelines with his hands on his chest, staring at the stadium nervously.

Those two goals were not so good at making the substitution adjustments, but rather that he was lucky.

Before the goal, although Barcelona had been playing against Forest in the field, the number of threatening shots was not as high as the Forest, and there were not many real opportunities at all.

Tang En couldn't sit still, he stood on the sidelines. He kept waving and roaring to let the team press up, and then press up.

"Stop fucking defense! Attack me!"

Arteta dribbled the ball in the middle and broke through, and fell to the ground after breaking into the penalty area. A huge cry sounded in the stands.

"Punishment!" Tang En jumped up from below.

But the referee blew a whistle and gave Arteta a yellow card, indicating that he had just faked a fall!

"You fucking blind referee!" Tang Encai didn't care about any punishment. He opened his mouth and cursed off the court. Seeing that the players were going to go up to find the referee to argue, he changed his words and shouted below: "Stop fighting! Waste time!"

With the last few minutes left in the game, Barcelona, ​​which represents art and beautiful football, was pressed into the penalty area by Nottingham Forest, a symbol of utilitarianism, and was in a very embarrassing state.

"This time it was Eastwood...passing...and passing?! It's too small, playing too small!"

"Pepey brought the ball forward. He passed Ronaldinho! Eto Ozai chased him... a foul! It seems that the Cameroonian is going to get a yellow card."

"This is Nottingham Forest's frontcourt free kick... Paul Gerrard rushed up! It's so crazy..."

"Gerard did not win the ball, the football was still at the feet of the Forest players. He did not run back to his goal, but continued to stay in the frontcourt... The Forest team was crazy!"

If it weren't for the rules, Tang En even wanted to rush up and shoot himself.

When Barcelona saw that Paul Gerrard did not return to defense, they wanted to grab the ball and directly hang the goal from a long distance. If they scored like this in the Champions League final, their name would definitely be recorded in history forever.

Etoo was more important than snatching the ball from the Forest player with his active pressing. He looked up. Paul Gerrard was trying hard to return to defense, and then he remembered to shoot.

At this moment, Albertini attacked from the side, and made a fierce tackle, and drove him away with the ball!

"Albertini! Fraud in time!"

"This foul should be red card!"

At the end of the game, the commentators from two different places were clearly distinguished. The English commentators supported the Forest team, while the commentators from Catalonia and Spain stood on the side of Barcelona.

Perhaps it was because at the end of the game, the referee finally stopped killing. He only showed Albertini a yellow card. This made Barcelona players a little dissatisfied, and they surrounded the referee to ask for an explanation.

Actually, I want to take this opportunity to delay the game.

Albertini got up and made a gesture to the referee, reminding him to pay attention to the Barcelona man's tricks.

The last moment of the game was very chaotic. While trying to delay the game time, the other side went all out to equalize the score. The two teams had a bad temper, and it was almost certain that there was a conflict. Almost every foul would lead to a confrontation between the players of both sides.

Tang En was helpless when he watched this out of control scene off the court.

He could already predict the result.

History returns to the right path at the most critical moment, no matter what method it is, it will eventually end. Just like people never care about the process, but only care about what the result is.

No matter how much process the Forest Team changed, as long as the result has not changed, people think that history has not changed.

Tang En looked up at the sky, and the strong lighting filled the entire court space, and he could not see anything. The night sky turned white. He just looked up until he heard the three whistles coming from the court and the cheers that followed...

"The game ends! Barcelona has become the European champion in the new land! Congratulations to them! They defeated Nottingham Forest... This is a hard battle! But no matter what, they are the winners now and the king of Europe!"

"Congratulations to Barcelona! This Barcelona now looks like an invincible fleet!"

"European champion - Barcelona! They proved that those who were optimistic about them before the game were correct, and they were super strong. The winner was well deserved!"

Cheers resounded through the night sky of Paris.

Tang En withdrew his gaze and stood up from his seat. Beside him, the bench and coaching seat were silent, and the people in Nottingham Forest seemed unable to accept this failure.

They have been in a prosperous season, and they have been defeated by God, and the Buddha has stopped him, so their opponents have to bow down and surrender to them. Now they have finally lost...

No. Have you lost?

At least Tang En doesn't admit it.

"Don't be silent, follow me up and comfort the players." Don said to Chris Lak, who was covering his face next to him.

Young Arteta squatted on the ground, his hands supported the ground and did not let himself fall down. There were obvious tears on his face, and he had just cried.

Before Donn and Chris Lack walked onto the court. Albertini was already doing what they were going to do.

As the captain of the team and as a veteran who is used to the storm and waves, failure and victory have occupied the same proportion in his career. He has long known how to face such failures.

Now he is comforting his teammates on the field one by one. He comforted Arteta. Go and comfort Layton Barnes, Paul Gerrard, Nicklas

Bentner... comforted him one by one, and Dunn and Chris Lak who walked up seemed a little unnecessary.

Tang En really wanted to say something, but when he looked at the players lying on the ground, he opened his mouth but said nothing.

He could only walk up, pat their shoulders one by one, and touch their land.

No matter how much they say at this time, it is useless. Save the words of comfort and motivation until they calm down before they can speak.

After simply comforting everyone, Tang En turned and walked towards the corridor where reporters gathered.

"Mr. Tang En, please accept the interview!" There, he was stopped by countless reporters.

"There is nothing to say. We won Barcelona and lost to the referee. It's that simple." Tang En was a little impatient and wanted to leave, but was stopped again.

"About the referee issue. IMHO. Mr. Tang En. Van der Sard's foul should indeed be a red card, according to the rules..."

"That's right. According to the rules, it's indeed a red card." Tang En nodded.

"But if all the punishments come so rigidly, why do we still have someone to be the referee? Why don't we find a robot, or put hundreds of cameras outside the stadium, and then watch the slow-motion replay to enforce the law for a game? I don't want to criticize the referee's level, but unfortunately, the referee in the final of the European Champions League has no idea what the 'art of law enforcement' is!"

"We lost one person in the eighteen minutes of the game, and under such circumstances we were still ahead of Barcelona to seventy-six minutes. I am proud and satisfied with my team's performance.

Barcelona is strong? Maybe that's just for others, and for me, they're far inferior to my team.

I don't think it's so strong that teams that can barely win at the last moment with so many world-class stars. I'm giving the Champions League to Nottingham Forest, no matter what you think, we're champions."

Facing countless microphones, recorders, and mobile phones... Don Eun raised his arms and said, "This is the third championship trophy in the history of Nottingham Forest Club, thank you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the mixed area without caring about the yelling and retention of the reporters.

In the box, Evan Dogette was shaking hands with Barcelona Club Chairman Laporta. The latter had a particularly bright smile on his face, and he shook Evan's hand with great force.

Evan Doggetti could only force his smile. He tried to keep polite and demeanor in front of his opponent. He dealt with his opponent's safety, but his eyes glanced at Sophia, who was standing alone at the door of the box, and her son George.

Wood had left the room full of falsehood and compliments.

Donn met Wood at the door of the locker room.

"Why don't you accompany your mother?"

"I want to come down and take a look."

"What do you think of this game?"

"The luck is almost there."

Tang En laughed out loud from his nose: "Luck? Maybe..." He pointed behind him, "They are still crying on the court, you go."

Wood nodded and walked past Donn.

Tang En pushed open the locker room door and saw Van der Sar sitting alone inside. He couldn't even go to the bench because he was sent off with a red card. He could only sit in the locker room and watch the game through TV broadcast.

Seeing that it was Don Eun walking in, Van der Sar stood up from his seat: "I'm sorry..."

Don En waved his apology.
To be continued...