Chapter 56 Tony Tang Tang En

"George Wood dribbled the ball along the sidelines and broke through! His speed was very fast... Oh, it was cut off by Ramos! Wait... Gareth Bale, he passed the ball again... Ramos had no choice, George Wood received the ball again and broke through!"

An excited sound came from the TV, just like a machine gun, and the sound was even deformed in the constant "twist" sound.

Compared with this excited commentator, the Forest fans who watched the game in front of the TV were a little silent. Of course, this was not because they didn't care enough about their team, but because they didn't have time to make a sound. A group of people maintained the same posture: the endors had a heavy beer glass, opened their mouths wide, looked up at the TV screen, and all their thoughts were on it.

"George Wood breaks into the penalty area and shoots alone!"

Only then did someone in the crowd roar in a low voice: "Damn... George, score their goal! score their goal!!"

"Shot, George! Shoot!"

"This is the last chance, it depends on you, Captain!"

When Wood finally shot the ball under his feet, all the sounds in the bar disappeared in an instant. The bar was as quiet as if there was no sound here before.

They watched the football blocked by Casillas, and their hearts rose to their throats, fearing that the football would deviate from the goal. When the football was still flying tenaciously towards the goal, they saw Marcelo flying towards the football again, so the heart that had just been raised almost popped out of their mouths this time, and someone covered their mouths with his hands.

Football finally rolled into the goal with Marcelo, and the group did not breathe a sigh of relief, but instead shouted like a collective crazy.

"Go to Real Madrid! We won! We are the champions!!"

“gooooal!gooooal!!”

"Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest!"

"Nottingham Forest, Lalalala! Nottingham Forest, Lalalalala!!"

No one drank the beer.   It was all thrown to the ceiling.

“wooooooooooooooo——”

This is just a microcosm of most bars in Nottingham City, and when Wood scored the goal, half of Nottingham City fell into madness.

Fireworks were even set off in some places.

Meanwhile, the brief silence has just disappeared in the Bernabeu Stadium in northern Madrid, Spain.

All the sounds seemed to come out from the ground, hitting everyone's eardrums without hesitation.

The TV and radio narrators were desperate to tell every audience and listener what had just happened here.

The 80,000 fans at the scene clearly expressed their emotions. The Real Madrid fans' emotions were very complicated. The disappointment, anger, unwillingness, and unbelief gathered, and the booed sounds seemed much messy. The fans in Nottingham Forest were much simpler - excitement. Unscrupulous excitement! They squandered this emotion in the stands, singing, roaring, hugging and kissing everyone around them, even if they were homosexual.

Even the most cultivated person may not be able to control his emotions after experiencing such a hundred and twenty minutes. What's more, Evan Dogerty deliberately wants to vent his emotions in front of Florentino and let the other party see. This is the end of the Forest Team!

So after the ball entered the goal, Evan jumped out of his seat immediately, raised his arms and shouted as if no one was around: "goal!gooal!!"

Right next to him, Real Madrid chairman Florentino could only blacken his face. He endured the disguised insults of his opponent. Behind him, the officials and VIPs of Real Madrid club were also staring at the figure with a bad expression. They must have marked the chairman of the English club into the "uneducated" ranks in their hearts.

But is there any tricks besides slandering them? Who made their team lose the ball at the last minute?

Allen was the calmer one in Nottingham Forest's camp. He did not celebrate the goal indulgently as much as Mr. Chairman, but just applauded with a smile.

On the sidelines, Michelle Gonzalez looked at the players of the Forest team in the stadium with a expression. Conceding the ball at this time is equivalent to announcing Real Madrid's failure. He stood alone on the sidelines, with silence on the coach's seat and bench behind him. Real Madrid's people were unable to accept such reality for a while.

Next door. The bench and coaching seat of Nottingham Forest have long been embraced, screaming like a woman.

Tang En did not express his emotions as ostentatiously as his colleagues, because he was not as excited as those people. After seeing Wood scored a goal, he was relieved in the first place.

He just opened his arms, raised his head, leaned his body slightly back, and maintained this position. He didn't even have the strength to yell at the mouth.

For a while, no one came up to disturb him, so he stood in this position for a long time. Until Eastwood rushed up and moved him from behind.

"Boss! Boss! We won, right? We are the champions, right? We are the treble champions. Right!"

This excited voice is more like a declaration than an inquiry.

George Wood, the hero of the goal. After he scored, he rarely waved his fists hard and smashed them into the sky. He felt a sense of aura in his chest that made him unable to help but open his mouth and yell.

As he roared with his fists in place, the rest of Nottingham Forest players flocked, their faces twisted with excitement.

"Beautiful job. Captain!"

"We're sure to win. Ah haha!"

"We are the Triple Crown!"

Wood was pressed to the ground by his teammates who rushed up, and a group of people shouted and pressed up. There were not many opportunities like this. Wood was not a forward. He scored few goals, and the way to celebrate the Rogues was not available at any time.

Nottingham Forest players are celebrating freely. Most players in Real Madrid are watching all this hunchedly. They have already admitted defeat - they scored in the 120th minute and there is no time to equalize them. I haven't heard of four or five minutes of injury time in overtime.

Only Ribery was protesting to the referee that the Forests celebrated too long. At this time, the Forests fans did not boo him. They were still celebrating with all their hearts and no one would spend time paying attention to a loser.

Raul, the former spiritual symbol of Real Madrid, the source of strength, the locker room leader. He was sitting in the VIP box, looking helplessly in the field. This situation would be useless even if he was on the field. Real Madrid's tenth Champions League is so difficult to get. He sat on the chair and sighed.

Ribery's protest received a positive response from the referee. He ran to the Forest players one by one to pull up these proud people, warning them not to deliberately delay the game.

The players of the Forest Team ignored the referee's warning and were pulled up and still waved to the stands to celebrate. At the same time, they ran slowly back to their half.

Tang En didn't know how many minutes there would be in injury time. Compared with his colleagues, his brain was quite clear. While the players were running back to the half, he shouted to them on the sidelines: "Be careful of the defense! Don't be too proud, guys!! The game is not over yet!"

"George!" He called Wood's name again. As the captain, he reminded the players on the field not to rush to celebrate the victory.

Wood nodded.  The monster's face could no longer see the excitement of scoring the goal just now.   He had a calm face as if they were the ones behind.

In fact, Tang En was a little worried. When the referee signaled the Real Madrid players to come to the center circle to open the ball, some of them were still not moving - they were scored and led by a goal at the last moment, and these people had completely lost their fighting spirit.

Casillas originally planned to rush to the Forest's penalty area at the last moment to participate in the attack, but unfortunately his teammates did not give him this opportunity.

Ribery raised his hand to ask for the ball in the middle, but Ronaldo ignored it. He cut inside from the wing and then shot directly from a long shot!

Akinfeyev jumped up and just stretched out his hand, and the football flew over the crossbar.

This is Real Madrid's last attack in the whole game, with the last shot...

Akinfeyev planned to delay the game, but he pretended to express his dissatisfaction with the team's defense. He turned around and asked the caddie for the ball, and the football had already been hit by the caddie.

The most hard-core Real Madrid fans still have fantasies, but the referee's whistle brutally shattered this fantasy.

"The whole game ends!!" The commentator announced in a lengthened voice. "3:2, Nottingham Forest won the final victory! With their captain George Wood's goal in the 120th minute, they defeated Real Madrid at the Bernabeu Stadium and won the European Champions League championship in the 13-14 season!"

This sound was like a natural sound in the ears of the Forest fans. Everyone's nervousness disappeared with the sound, and what followed was indescribable excitement.

The Forest players and coaches who had been waiting outside the stadium long ago rushed into the stadium with the whistle to celebrate their victory.

But Tony Don has not forgotten to shake hands with the opponent's head coach after the game.

The reporters flocked to him. He had to squeeze out these reporters to shake hands with Michelle.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tang En." Although he lost the most important game of the season, Michelle still had a polite smile on his face. People from noble families are indeed more graceful than those of Tang En.

Donn did not accept his congratulations as proudly as Michel thought. Instead, the smile on his face was not obvious. He held the Real Madrid head coach's hand and replied: "This is a wonderful game. Thank you. Mr. Gonzalez."

He is the godfather of Nottingham Forest and is also synonymous with champions.

He can accept the title of "don".
Chapter completed!