"Chelsea! Chelsea! Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" Chelsea fans shouted their team names in the taverns in London, cheering for the team to take the lead so quickly.

"Chelsea took the lead, they tied the total score. With one more goal, they could complete the reversal, and at the same time offset the two away goals of the Forest team... Perhaps even Mourinho did not expect the start of this game to be so wonderful!" said the TV commentator, looking at Mourinho, who was cheering and celebrating the goal on the sidelines.

"Go to the Nottingham Forest to die! We must be the ones who go to Athens!"

"Chelsea's full-game pressing tactics are very effective. Their crazy pressing in the frontcourt made Forest very uncomfortable. In fact, this goal is not surprising at all. If Coach Don Eun does not make any adjustments, Forest will continue to lose the goal! I'm not exaggerating."

Chelsea players finally celebrated the goal, and they returned to their respective positions on the court to prepare for the game again.

Albertini shouted to his teammates on the court: "Don't take it seriously, we still have a lot of time! Let them see how powerful we are!"

After hearing the captain's shout, Eastwood gave him a thumbs up and signaled that he didn't have to worry, the team is in good condition now.

Chelsea fans in the stands were still singing and cheering for the goal just now, and their voices annoyed Nottingham Forest fans.

Fat John stood in the front row and turned back to his fan club, yelling: "This is our home court, guys! Don't let those damn Londoners go wild here! Give them some good looks and sing our songs!!"

Suddenly, the Forest team's songs sounded from the stands, and the songs spread from here to all directions and soon reached the other three stands. The voices of Chelsea fans could no longer be heard above the city stadium.

"We are the best team in England! We are invincible and we are invincible! We are fearless! Because we are the best team- because the world is in our hands!!"

As the song was singing, the referee blew the whistle of the kickoff.

Van Nystruey kicked the ball out gently, and Eastwood followed and passed the ball back to Van der Fate behind.

Before receiving the ball, Van der Fate made a gesture to let both sides insert. Then the football rolled to his feet. Instead of passing it out immediately, he controlled it, looking for a more suitable ball-out route. On the other hand, he waited for his teammates to enter the attacking position.

This time he was not worried that the ball under his feet would be snatched because there was a "shadow" behind him.

As soon as the ball was opened, Chelsea players pressed up according to Mourinho's arrangement before the game. Marklele directly crossed the center circle from the midfield, intending to rob the Forest at the halftime.

Seeing Marclayle rushing towards him with murderous intent, Van der Fate knocked the ball to George Wood behind him with his heel, and then ran without the ball, looked up and looked for the best pass route again.

Marklele saw the football suddenly reaching Wood's feet. He was stunned for a moment, and changed his target and rushed towards Wood.

Wood once again passed the football back to Van der Fate and then ran forward by himself.

Chelsea players must still remember Wood's performance in the first leg. His offensive activity caused Chelsea to suffer. If this game is the same...

Marklele turned around without hesitation and followed Wood.

Donn told Wood that his task in this game is defense. It is to protect Van der Fate, and to create time and space for him to hold the ball without participating in the offense. After Albertini's careful teaching for a season, Wood has his own judgment.

At the earliest, Tang En asked him to protect others. He just let him lose his teammates to the earth and rob him back with his strong defensive ability. Now Wood has a different vision. He believes that such protection is negative and it does not always work against powerful opponents.

Protect your teammates and create time and space for them. You don’t have to rely on defense, you can just use assists!

Wood proved his thoughts with his actual actions. Marclayle was pulled away, and Essin also closely watched the sudden insertion of this "dangerous person". For a moment, Van der Fate had no Chelsea player beside him!

Van der Fate looked up at the situation ahead. He knew that he didn't have much time. Wood's insertion pretended to be seen through soon by the experienced Marklele. If he hadn't passed the ball out yet, he would be trapped in the quagmire.

Left or right? Or middle?

His sight quickly switched on the court, Lennon, Ribery, Van Nistruy, Eastwood, four points, which one is best for passing the ball over?

This kind of consideration is only a moment. The situation on the football field is changing rapidly. It is impossible for him to think about everything before passing the ball.

Van der Fate swung his foot and passed the ball to Frank Ribery who was running wildly on the left.

Can break through. Can cross, can shoot... it's all for you, Frank!

Ribery looked back and found that the football was flying towards him. He slowed down slightly and was ready to catch the ball.

Of course, Bolaruz would not let such an obvious pass go over his defense area. He jumped in the air, pushed the ball out, and cut off the passing route...

"Boraluz's defense is very timely, the Forest's attack this time... Eastwood!"

The Gypsy received the ball from Bolaruz. He did not hesitate and saw Ribery running behind the Dutch defender, and immediately passed it straight, aiming directly at the penalty area!

Ribery turned around and saw Bolaruze jumping in the air and pushing the football back, but the inertia of speed made him unable to slow down and he was still rushing forward. Just when he thought this attack was over, he saw the football appearing in front of him again!

This is a big surprise!

Bolaruz defended in front of him, leaving all the gap behind him to Ribery.

He likes his favorite thing by relying on speed. He no longer hesitates now, and immediately raises his speed to the highest level and chases the ball.

"There is a loophole in Chelsea's defense, Nottingham Woodland Opportunity!"

After receiving the football, Ribery walked into the penalty area. Carvalho, who came to defend himself, dared not make any effort. He could only follow Ribery to run towards the bottom line, trying to block him out of bounds.

Ribery, who dribbled the ball in the penalty area, lowered his speed and made a fake move to shoot. He swung his foot and put it down. Carvalho just made a defensive posture, and it was no more than cheating.

As the bottom line gets closer, Carvalho's defense will be successful.

Carvalho smiled in his heart, and the rhythm under his feet slowed down a little. What if Ribery was watching the shot and pass without hope of kicking the ball on him on purpose and popping out of the bottom line? He didn't want to give the opponent another corner kick at the last moment.

Ribery could feel that Carvalho was not following before, and he could even see the goal and goalkeeper Cech. This is the last chance!

Ribery swung his foot again. Carvalho thought he wanted to make a corner kick, so he deliberately leaned back and his defensive legs were not completely blocked in front of the ball.

This is not a fake move, Ribery shot directly!

The football flew past Carvalho, and then passed the head of Cech, which was close to him, and then hit the lower edge of the crossbar behind him. Bounced back into the net!

The ball entered?

The ball actually entered!

"What a wonderful goal! Zero angle! Frank Ribery, his goal poured the fire of hope that Chelsea had just ignited to ashes!"

Cheers over the city court reached a peak.

After scoring the goal, Ribery shrugged her shoulders and looked at Carvalho in annoyed, and seemed a little unbelievable that he could really score a goal with his small angle shot. His celebration was even greater humiliation in Carvalho's eyes.

Yes, he didn't expect Ribery to shoot and score a goal in this situation...

"Damn it!" Mourinho rushed out of his seat. He waved his fists angrily. He was completely unprepared to throw the ball so quickly... Who is mentally prepared?

Just now, the whole team was still immersed in the joy of equalizing the overall score, but I didn't expect that this was...

"Forty-five seconds." Tang En, who had just celebrated the goal, looked up at the time on the big screen. There was only 45 seconds of game time between concealing the ball and scoring the goal again. He smiled at the people around him and said, "The score was equalized in 45 seconds. Now it is Chelsea who is suffering a big blow. It's not us anymore."

"We only led forty-five seconds! What is Carvalho doing? At that angle, Ribery can still shoot and score a goal!" Mourinho roared angrily. Everyone around him was so arrogant that he dared not let out a sip, watching the boss get angry. "This is simply a shame to the Chelsea defense! fuck! fuck!"

The swear words broke out repeatedly, which showed how angry Mourinho was now, and he was simply furious.

The light of hope for promotion just flashed in front of it and disappeared again. The blow to the human world was too terrible, and few people could still remain calm in the face of this situation.

On the other side, everyone was celebrating on the bench and coaching seat of the Forest team.

"Beautiful job, Frank!"

"I'll treat you to a meal after the competition!"

"One more!"

In the VIP box, Evan Dogette saw this scene and remembered what Tangen said when he came to chat at his home a few days ago.

Three points skills and seven points luck.

Tony's gambling luck is really good...

"Nottingham Forest immediately tied the score after falling behind. Chelsea did not expect it at all. Looking at these close-ups, their eyes revealed confusion... It was so pitiful. Only forty-five seconds ahead..."

The Chelsea fans in the stands of the city stadium completely stopped the blow. The blow came too quickly and too heavy. Many people were unable to accept this reality for a while.

The Forest fans went crazy, shouting the name of the goalkeeper Ribery. They returned all the depression of losing the ball just now to the Chelsea fans.

The most unfair thing in this goal loss is probably Cech. He trusted his teammates so much, but he didn't expect Carvalho to let the football come over. It was too late to make a save at such a close distance, so he could only watch the football enter the goal. As a world-class goalkeeper, there is nothing to say in the face of such a loss of the ball...

He stood up and took out the football in the net. He pinched it in his hand and watched for a while, then kicked it back into the middle circle with great force. He could only use this action to express his dissatisfaction and could not roar at Carvalho.

Carvalho himself knew that this was his mistake, so he lowered his head and said nothing. Originally, everyone thought that after equalizing the total score, he would have a great hope of winning the game and advancing to the finals.

Unexpectedly, my negligence... made all efforts vain.

Terry was also disappointed with this goal loss. But he was the captain. There were more things to consider. He came over and patted Carvalho on the shoulder.

"Don't take this to heart. The game still has time, and it's not the last minute. Who knows what the result will be?"

Carvalho nodded.

"Don't give them a little chance, that group of people should be very careful." Terry said as the players of the Forest team who were still celebrating the goal. "Although it's a bit strange that I haven't won a single game in these seasons, I must admit that they are very strong. Well... Although the boss said he hoped that no one fell behind when he went to Athens. But I think... if I don't fight hard in this game, I can't win."

Terry smiled at Cavalli.

The game experienced two mid-circle kickoffs within a few minutes, and the atmosphere on the court gradually developed to a white-hot stage. These two goals ignited the passion on and off the field.

Chelsea still adheres to their full-game pressing strategy.   There is no chance if it is not pressing at this time.  The Forest team uses the small-scale pass and cut cooperation from the midfield to deal with it.

Both sides fought fiercely in the midfield, and football changed hands many times. No one wanted to easily trade control of the midfield.

The first half came to an end in this chaotic stalemate.

Chelsea were unwilling to give up this score, and they desperately wanted to score another goal. Unfortunately, Forest's defense was more vigilant than before conceding the ball. Even if Chelsea intercepted the ball through the frontcourt press, it would be difficult to threaten the goal guarded by Van der Sar.

On the other hand, Nottingham Forest will focus more on entangling Chelsea in the midfield, and the offensive efficiency is also not high. Despite George Wood protecting and sharing the burden, Marklele and Essin forming the midfield iron gate still makes Van der Fate very uncomfortable.

No one had a chance, and by the end of the first half, the score was still 1:1.

However, when the game ended, the expressions on the Forest players were obviously easier than those on the Chelsea players. This score was not bad for them. Even if they remained unchanged until the midfield, they were still the ones who advanced. The Chelsea players were different. They frowned and lowered their heads to quickly walk towards the corridor.

In the visiting team's locker room, Mourinho looked at Carvalho with a bad expression. The Portuguese guard who followed his mentor to Chelsea from Porto lowered his head and did not dare to take a breath.
To be continued...