"George Wood drove the ball through the wing! He was fast... Oh, he was cut off by Ramos! Wait... Gareth Bale, he passed the ball again... Ramos completely There is no way, George Wood received the ball again and broke through!"

An excited voice came from the TV, just like a machine gun, the voice was even a little distorted in the constant "sud".

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

"George Wood broke into the penalty area, single-handedly!"

At this time, someone from the crowd yelled: "Damn...George, score their goal! Score their goal!!"

"Shoot, George! Shoot!"

"This is the last chance. It's up to you, Captain!"

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

They watched the football being blocked by Casillas, and their hearts raised their throats, for fear that the football would deviate from the goal. When the football was still stubbornly flying towards the goal, they saw Marcelo shovel towards the football again, so the heart that had just been lifted almost jumped out of their mouth this time, and someone covered their mouth with their hands.

The football finally rolled into the goal with Marcelo. The group did not let out a sigh of relief, but screamed like a collective madness.

"Fuck Real Madrid! We won! We are champions!!!"

"GOOOOAL! GOOOOAL!!!"

"Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest!"

"Nottingham Forest, la la la la la la! Nottingham Forest, la la la la la la!"

No one drank the beer, it was thrown to the ceiling.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW——"

This is just the epitome of most bars in Nottingham. When Wood scored a goal, half of Nottingham went into madness.

In some places, fireworks were set off impatiently.

At the same time, in the Bernabéu Stadium in the north of Madrid, Spain, the short silence has just disappeared.

All the sounds seemed to be coming out of the ground, unceremoniously impacting everyone's eardrums.

The TV narrators desperately told every viewer and listener what had just happened here.

The 80,000 fans on the scene expressed their emotions clearly. The emotions of the Real Madrid fans are very complicated. Disappointment, anger, unwillingness, and unbelief have gathered together, and the boos seem to be messy. The fans of Nottingham Forest are much simpler-excited, unbridled excitement! They squandered this emotion in the stands, singing, shouting, hugging and kissing everyone around them, even if they were of the same sex.

Even a person with good cultivation will not be able to control his emotions after experiencing such a 120 minutes. What's more, Evan Daugherty deliberately wanted to vent his emotions in front of Florentino and let the other party see. This is the fate of the Forest team!

So after the ball entered the goal, Evan jumped up from his seat for the first time, raised his arms and shouted without anyone else: "GOAL! GOOAL!!!"

The Real Madrid chairman Florentino who was next to him could only stand black and endure the disguised insult from his opponent. Behind him, the officials and VIPs of the Real Madrid Club also stared at the smug figure with ugly faces. They must have put the chairman of this English club in the ranks of "uncultivated" in their hearts.

But do they have any other tricks besides defamation? Who made their team lose the ball at the last minute?

Allen is a relatively calm one in the Nottingham Forest camp. He did not celebrate the goal with the same indulgent manner as Mr. Chairman, just applauded with a smile.

On the sidelines, Michelle Gonzalez looked at the forest team players celebrating in the court with a vague expression. Losing the ball at this time is equivalent to announcing Real Madrid's failure. He stood alone on the sidelines, the coaching bench and the bench behind him were silent. Real Madrid could not accept this reality for a while.

Next door, the bench and coach's bench in Nottingham Forest had long been huddled together, screaming like a woman.

Dunn did not express his emotions as openly as his colleagues, because he was not as excited as those people. After seeing Wood's goal, besides the first excitement, he was relieved immediately after seeing Wood's goal.

He just opened his arms, raised his head, and leaned back slightly, maintaining this position. He didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and shout something.

For a while, no one came up to bother him at all, so he stood in this position for a long time. Until Eastwood rushed up and took him upstairs from behind.

"Boss! Boss! We won, right? We are champions, right? We are triple crowns, right!"

This excited voice is more like a declaration than a question.

George Wood, the scorer. After he scored a goal, he rarely slammed his fist forcefully and smashed it into the sky. He only felt an aura of breath in his chest, which made him unable to help but open his mouth.

When he shook his fist on the spot and roared, the other players from Nottingham Forest swarmed in, all their faces distorted with excitement.

"Good job, Captain!"

"We are determined to win, haha!"

"We are the Triple Crown!"

Wood was pushed to the ground by the rushing teammates, and a group of people yelled and pressed on. Such opportunities are not many. Wood is not a striker, he scores few goals, and the way he celebrates is not always available.

Nottingham Forest’s players are celebrating wantonly. Most of Real Madrid’s players are watching all this blankly. They have already surrendered-the goal in the 120th minute will not have time for them to equalize. Say there are four or five minutes of injury time in overtime.

Only Ribery was protesting to the referee that the celebration of the Forest team was too long. At this time, the fans of the Forest team did not boo him, they were still celebrating, no one would pay attention to a loser.

Raul, the former spiritual symbol of Real Madrid, the source of strength, and the leader of the locker room. He was sitting in the VIP box at the moment, looking helplessly at the court. Such a situation, even if he is on the court, is of no avail. Real Madrid’s tenth Champions Cup is so difficult to win. He sat on the chair and sighed.

Ribery’s protest received a positive response from the referee. He ran to the forest team players one by one to pull up these triumphant people one by one, warning them not to delay the game on purpose.

The players of the Forest team ignored the referee's warning and waved to the stands to celebrate after being pulled up. At the same time, he ran slowly back to his own half.

Dunn didn't know that there would be a few minutes in stoppage time. Compared with his colleagues, his brain was still sober. As the players ran back to the half-court, he yelled at them from the sidelines: "Watch your defense! Don't be too **** proud, guys!! The game is not over yet!"

"George!" He called Wood's name again, asking him to remind the players on the court not to rush to celebrate the victory as the captain.

Wood nodded. The excitement of scoring a goal is no longer visible on this monster's face. He had a calm face as if they were the one behind.

In fact, Dunn was a little worried too much. When the referee signaled the Real Madrid players to kick-off in the middle circle, some of them were still in place-they were led by a goal at the last minute, and these people had completely lost their fighting spirit.

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

Ribery raised his hand in the middle for the ball, Ronaldo turned a blind eye, cut directly from the wing and shot straight away!

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

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

Akinfeev planned to postpone the game. He pretended to be dissatisfied with the team's defense, and then turned to find the caddie for the ball. The football has been hit by the caddie.

The most **** Real Madrid fans still have illusions, but the referee's whistle brutally shattered this illusion.

"The whole game is over!!" The commentator extended his voice and announced. "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 13-14 European Champions Cup. !"

This sound is simply natural to the forest team fans, and everyone's nervousness disappeared with this sound, followed by indescribable excitement.

The Forest players and coaches who had been waiting outside the court for a long time rushed into the court at the same time as the whistle. Celebrate their victory.

But Tony Dunn hadn't forgotten to shake hands with the opposing coach after the game.

The reporters flocked to him and surrounded him. He had to squeeze the reporters away to shake hands with Michelle.

"Congratulations, Mr. Dunn." Although he lost the most important game of the season, Michelle still had a polite smile on his face. People from aristocratic wealthy families are indeed more graceful than Dun En's lower grassroots.

Dunn did not triumphantly accept his congratulations as Michelle thought. On the contrary, the smile on his face is not obvious. He took the hand of the Real Madrid coach and replied: "This is a wonderful game, thank you, Mr. Gonzalez."

There was no further communication between the two. Michelle wanted to appease his players, while Dunn had to face the chase and interception of many reporters. At the same time, he had to be with his players.

"Mr. Dunn, can you talk about the feeling of winning the Champions League again?" The English media asked. The reporter was very proud of the "again" in his question. He even thought of Dunn's reaction-haha laughing and complimenting him: "Again? I like it!"

But he was disappointed. Today's Dun En is a bit abnormal. He is not as excited or excited as people think. He just squeezed out and didn't intend to answer questions.

"Mr. Tang En, is the achievement of the Triple Crown the most memorable thing in your career?"

"Mr. Dunn, George Wood scored the decisive goal at the last minute. Do you have any comment on this? Is this your special arrangement?"

"Can you talk about Pepe's foul and red card..."

"Sorry, I will ask at the press conference for a while, thank you..." Dunn waved his hand and squeezed out. As a champion coach, in the eyes of reporters, he puts on the air again.

It wasn't until he saw George Wood that there was a clear smile on his face.

But Wood still keenly caught the change in his expression.

"Don't you look very happy?" Wood asked.

"Where?" Dunn smiled and spread his hands, "I just don't want the group of reporters to keep asking questions. At this time, I just want to be with you."

Wood believed Dunn's words, and then he made an action that everyone hadn't expected-suddenly hugged Dunn tightly.

"Thank you, boss."

Dunn patted his solid and generous back: "The one who should say thank you is me, George. Thank you for your final goal..."

He wanted to say something, but found that he had lost his focus-he had been lifted by Wood and other players.

"Wow!" Dunn was taken aback.

"Hey, boss, don't move! You are the coach of the championship team!"

The players below shouted at him jokingly.

Once again, for the third time this season, he was lifted up by the players to enjoy the treatment that belongs to him only-to be worshipped.

The English commentator who saw this scene also laughed: "Ha! The King of Nottingham Forest!"

The Italian narrator gave Don a new title-"Don", Don. Sir, sir, there is another meaning-godfather.

"Tony Don Dunn. Nottingham Forest's well-deserved godfather. He led his team to three UEFA Champions League, three Premier League titles, one League Cup, one FA Cup, and several other large and small international and The champion of the Intercontinental Cup. He is the most successful coach in England since Ferguson. Since Ferguson is the godfather of Manchester United, he can also be the godfather of Nottingham Forest." The Italian said this without the slightest sarcasm. For this head coach who had suffered from heart disease, came back under great pressure to coach the team, and finally brought the team back to the top, no matter how arrogant he was, how annoying he was, he once let them eat How much suffering, how much wronged. At this time, in the face of brilliant results, they also had to obey-the godfather of the championship.

He is the godfather of Nottingham Forest and synonymous with championship.

He can accept the title "Don" calmly.

Dunn sat on the shoulders of the players, clenched his fists and stretched out to the sky. The Bernabeu played the Queen’s classic "We are the Champions" live, and amid the impassioned music, the figure above the crowd grew taller.

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