You will see a completely different world...

Rebrov looked up at Mirwal's goalkeeper. The opponent's goalkeeper stood in front, with few defenders, and a large area of ​​space. He saw countless routes flying from him to the goal.

Yes! I saw it!

Taylor put Philipska behind him, he looked up at the ball and glanced at Rebrov from the corner of his eyes. His teammate wearing a yellow away jersey was waving to him, and the gesture was to push the football back.

I'll give it to you!

Taylor jumped up and pressed Phillips under him, then headed the ball to Rebrov who was rushing forward!

Wise would have better continue to follow the opponent's preparations, but he didn't expect that the Forest team's No. 10 suddenly accelerated and threw himself away in just two steps! He wanted to catch up, but found that his body was no longer in control and he was old... he could only stagger at Rebrov facing the flying football, jumped up, swung his legs and pulled towards the football...

"Taylor, header..."

I saw that this is the road to the goal, this is... a brand new world!

“Rebroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Millwall's goalkeeper Tony Warner did not expect Rebrov to volley directly outside the penalty area about thirty meters away from the goal! He stood too far ahead, and no matter how hard he jumped up and stretched his arms, he could not stop the powerful shot with great force! The football flew past his hand, then fell rapidly, and hit the net with the commentator's roar!

"It's incredible! It's incredible! Super long shot! From Sergey Rebrov--!"

Huge cheers came from the visiting team stands surrounded by police. At this moment, they suppressed the singing and booing of Millwall fans. At this moment, Nottingham Forest made Millwall's people shut up!

"This is Rebrov! Great goal! Tony Donn's team showed us their amazing courage! They equalized the score away! The home team's stands silently. Everyone was stunned by this shocking long-range shot! Beautiful! Beautiful! Millwall's goalkeeper Tony Warner lost nothing to say!"

After completing the shot, Rebrov got up from the ground and looked up at the goal. The football just hit the net. He knew he had succeeded! He was so excited that he did not hug Taylor who assisted him, but turned around and ran to the head coach of the team who celebrated the goal with Walker on the sidelines. He wanted to thank this person, he gave his freshman!

He was not good at speaking and could not say anything stingy. At this moment, the only thing he could express his gratitude was... holding the man in his arms with force. He clasped his arms tightly, almost suffocating Tony Tangen. His teammates flocked behind him, knocking him and the head coach to the ground, and then pressing them all on...

"Ah! Hell! My ribs!" Tang En, who was pressed to the bottom, wailed.

"...This is the quarterfinals of the English League Cup! Millwall played against Nottingham Forest at home! After the fan riots in the final stage of the first half, the second half continued! In just five minutes, we saw this beautiful goal! This is a goal worth the price!"

Motson's passionate voice came from the TV on the bar, and the TV had become a sea of ​​cheers. Several excited fans jumped onto the table and poured the big glass of beer in their hands. More people imitated their appearance and poured the beer in their hands into the air. A beer rain broke out in the bar, and the hops were poured on everyone. They didn't care, and they opened their mouths and then the beer fell from the sky. At the same time, they waved their fists and shouted loudly: "Beautiful job! Ukrainians! Beautiful job! Tony! This is the best fight back to that group of bastards!"

"No one can be safe after angering us! No one!"

"Milwald idiots will regret it! You shouldn't mention Gavin's name!"

The cheers and celebrations in the stands of the Forest fans continued, the game had begun again, and the booing of Millwall fans sounded again.

McClary, who was equalized, walked to the sidelines in panic, trying to save the situation. Tang En glanced at him disdainfully. This man did not pose a threat to him at all.

After he led the first team to play more than a dozen games, the only coach who impressed him was Sheffield United's head coach Neil Wolnock. Because the old guy defeated himself in the most critical game, he left a failure that would never forget.

Nottingham Forest, who used a world-wide wave to equalize the score, has completely played in form. Even Wise felt at a loss when facing the forest players who rushed up in a crazy manner. This was the first time in his nineteen-year career that he felt such a sense of powerlessness surged from the bottom of his heart... He is old, and the stadium belongs to young people.

After the Forests equalized the score for seven minutes, they successfully overtook the score. The goal this time was Andy Reed. The Forests cooperated in front of a beautiful penalty area. He dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and then shot low on the left to break the net!

After leading 2:1, the Forests played more proactively. The Millwall players also realized that their opponents were addicted to killing and would never want to give up.

Because Mark Phillips couldn't defend Gareth Taylor, Kevin Mascart was ordered by head coach McClelley to guard No. 18 of Nottingham Forest, and the opponent was ten centimeters taller than him! The gap was not only reflected in height, but also in physical strength.

Mascart spent all his energy in his entanglement with Taylor. And his anger was rising rapidly like a thermometer put in boiling water. He really wanted to kick the big man's leg off. At worst, he could be sent off with a red card, but the other party might have to lie in the hospital for half a year!

When he put Gareth Taylor down behind his back again, Taylor collapsed to the ground with a scream, and then he rolled in pain with his ankle, as if it was really broken.

The referee's whistle sounded, and Australian central defender Mascart accepted his ending with a smile - the second yellow card and a red card. This was what he expected, and he didn't even make any defense. When his teammates were still pleading for him, he pulled the jersey out of his pants and looked at Taylor lying on the ground with a smile.

Boy, I walk down and you are carried down. This is our respective ending. Which one do you think is better?

He just finished thinking this, but saw the big man who was still tossing and turning on the ground just now, desperately stretching out his hand and calling the stretcher stood up in front of the team doctor! And he walked off the court himself!

Of course, he did not forget to turn around and smile at Mascart.

Friends, we all went on. But I can come up again, and you... go back to the locker room to take a shower and change your clothes, and then go home directly!

The smile on Kevin Mascart's face froze...

Millwall, who was missing one person and was still behind in the score, did not give up on the game. They were ready to counterattack with the cheers of the fans.

But their fighting spirit was extinguished in their hearts before it was ignited.

As Mascart, who was slowing down, just walked to the sidelines, there was another huge cheer from the visiting team stands.

"Garreth Taylor! Beautiful header! Poor Mark Phillips can't defend against Taylor who is the same height as him, Nottingham Forest's number one scorer this season, adding his personal goal to the eleventh! 3:1! The Nottingham Forest team, who is visiting Newden Stadium, is leading!"

When Mascart saw Taylor celebrating the goal with his teammates, he punched the next railing in annoyance. He was fooled by this big man, no, fundamentally speaking, he was fooled by that man!

He turned his eyes to the coaching seat of Nottingham Forest, and Tony Donn was jumping up and waving his arms in excitement.

He suddenly felt that not only he had been deceived, but the team's head coach Mr. McClelley also fell into the trap of Donn.

This...bastard!

Under the urging of the fourth official, Mascart, who was sent off with a red card, finally left the court unwillingly and entered the player corridor.

Next, the Millwall fans in the stands gradually became silent. They could only watch their team being massacred by the sudden outbreak of Forest team, and they could do nothing. Who made them want to use the name "Gavin" to provoke Tony and Don't?

Look, this is the end!

4:1!

5:1!

6:1!

7:1!

The Forests were all crazy, as if they could score a goal with just one shot. No matter what substitution adjustment McClelley made, it would not save the team's fate of a home defeat.

He stood on the sidelines blankly, almost unable to believe what his eyes saw. Why... Why did it turn out like this? He was full of confidence before the game, and his future was bright during the halftime break. Now... everything that happened now is a shame for him!
Chapter completed!