Chapter 125: Tit to the point (Part 2)

Crouch is the highest height on the field for the Forests, but he does not need to return to the penalty area to defend the corner kick, because Donne is ready for a counterattack after the corner kick at any time. Now that Pique is not here, he can only let the header be a guest star Crouch play the central defender.

As the captain of the team, Terry, the centre-back, ran into the penalty area and clenched his fists to encourage his teammates: "Guys! Now they are the same number as ours, this is the best opportunity, don't waste it!"

Albertini also cheered his teammates up loudly, but unfortunately his English proficiency was slow and he could not say long sentences, but could only shout simple phrases and words: "Defense! Pay attention to your opponents! Oppress them!"

George Wood was mixed in the crowd and stared at the black man with a braid in front of him. Pique was gone, and he naturally believed that Drogba was the target he needed to stare in this corner defense. Entering the Super League and playing six games, Wood felt that he had almost no opponents in his body, but Drogba made him feel difficult in this game. Wood knew that his skills were not good, so he never compared his skills with his opponents, but he valued physical confrontation very much. Because he felt that this was an important reason why he could play as a main player in the Forests.

Now he met an opponent that he felt a little difficult. He did not feel frustrated or fearful, but instead made him feel a little excited. A passion for trying was in his heart. He was eager to have a head-on battle with this big black man. In front of him, Pique mainly defended Drogba, and he was assisting. In addition, Drogba was the forward, and Pique was just in the position of playing center back. Wood did not have a good chance.

Now that Pikui is not here, the opportunity is here...

He leaned forward with force. He felt Drogba, who was touching his body behind him, twisted his body, and his elbow hit Wood's chest. The ball was to be replaced by an experienced veteran player. He had already fallen to the ground and put it on. But Wood didn't care so much? He treated Drogba's move as a response to his challenge, so he pushed it up again without showing any weakness.

Drogba felt that the pressure had not subsided but increased sharply, knowing that the other party was with him. So he shook his shoulders, hoping to squeeze Wood out of his position.

Wood did not pull it with his hands, but instead turned sideways to squeeze in front of Drogba, blocking his position to prevent Drogba from jumping to catch the ball.

But he did not take advantage of the physical confrontation, and Drogba was firmly stuck in front of him and did not give in.

The two of them quickly attracted the attention of the referee. He whistled and signaled that Joe Cole should not take the corner kick first, then ran to the goal, pointed at Drogba and George Wood, and waved his hands to let them separate.

"Pay attention to your actions!" Boer warned the two of them sternly.

Drogba spread his hands and said aggrievedly that it was Wood who bumped into it first. George Wood stared at Drogba and ignored Di Boer next to him. Of course, the two were indeed separated... about two fingers apart.

After warning the two, Boer retreated and ran out of the penalty area, and then he signaled Joe Cole to kick off.

Boer just left. Drogba and Wood posted it again, but their movements didn't seem as intense as before, and they were just trying hard in secret...

With a whistle, Joe Cole assisted and gave a kick, flat and fast Earth. Go straight to the near corner of the goal - where Drogba is!

The two of them jumped almost at the same time, but Drogba leaned back slightly when he jumped. George Wood, who was unprepared for this, was pressed by Drogba and could not use it. He couldn't jump high, let alone compete with his opponent for the top.

The ball hit the forehead, and Drogba headed and attacked without interruption!

This time the goal post did not stand beside Darren Ward anymore, and the football rushed into the net from the closest corner!

"Its goooooooal!! Beautiful! Chelsea's persistent efforts finally paid off! When they entered the injury time phase with four minutes left in the first half, they equalized the score! The terrible Drogba! He completely gained the upper hand in the confrontation with George Wood, the beast!"

After scoring the goal, Drogba was not even interested in looking back at the loser. He opened his arms and rushed towards the corner flag, hugging Joe Cole, the main attacker. Behind him were the Chelsea players who were rushing in.

The Chelsea goal in the away stands waved his fists frantically in the drizzle. He was awarded a penalty kick at the beginning and sent off one person with a red card. Now that the score is equalized, they can finally be proud.

Tang En, who was angry because of losing the ball, kicked the mineral water bottle at his feet with a roundabout kick.

The aquarius just fell to the Chelsea coach's command area. The "bang" shocked Mourinho, who was celebrating the goal, and the water sprayed out splashed his pants...

Of course, Tang En didn't see where the Aquarius ended up falling, because he turned around and walked towards the coach's seat after the kick.

Mourinho was obviously dissatisfied with Don En's actions. He thought Don En was deliberately provoking. So he simply kicked the Aquarius back!

The two coaches' footwork was really good. Done kicked at Mourinho. Mourinho also kicked back to Done's feet. Another "bang" sound, Done found that he had just kicked out of the ground water bottle and returned to his feet. He was a little surprised, and then he heard someone behind him shouting loudly.

He turned around and saw Mourinho's unhappy expression, pointing at him and saying something, but it was too noisy in the stadium at this time, and he couldn't hear anything.

The cheers of away fans and the boos of home fans were intertwined, and a genius could hear Mourinho's translation accent clearly.

So he put his hand in his ear and turned his head to make an inaudible position. This was even more of a naked provocation by Mourinho - pretending to be deaf and dumb?!

"Look at what happened on the sidelines?" The commentator's voice sounded even more excited and high-pitched than when Drogba scored the goal just now. "Murinho and Tony Don! Something seems to have happened between these two people... Let's see the replay... Beautiful! Tony Don turned around and shot to take the lead for the Forest team! But soon Mourinho immediately retaliated with a curve ball! 1:1, the two sides temporarily tied! This was really a wonderful game from the field to the sidelines!"

Just when the head coaches of both sides were almost snatching all the players' limelight, the fourth official finally stepped forward and stuck between the two head coaches at strife, warning them sternly: "Please pay attention to your identities, gentlemen! You are the team's head coaches and must set the right example for the players on the field!"

"Of course, I'm demonstrating to my players how to get the ball into the opponent's door." Tang En tilted his mouth, shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently.

"Mr. Tony Done..."

"Yes, I'm also telling my players how to effectively equalize the score. As a result, you also saw that I did play the right role in leading the way. Mr. Fourth Official. " Mourinho did not show any weakness and responded at Don Eun.

"Mr. Jose Mourinho!" When encountering these two head coaches with the most personality in the league, the fourth official suddenly felt a headache and had to use his trump card, "I warn you again! This is a game, you are the head coaches, please pay attention to the impact of your words and deeds! I hope you will remain restrained and calm, otherwise, I have to let the referee bring the two to the stand together!" He pointed to the red stand with the crowds.

This threat was very effective. Both of them became honest—at least on the surface—and they came down, spreading their hands and signaling that they would not be entangled any more.

"Very good, I hope you will cooperate with my work. Now, please return to your own positions."

Don Edward glanced at Mourinho and turned around and walked back. Mourinho turned around at the same time and opened his arms to go back to continue celebrating Drogba's goal with the coach's seat and the bench. In the fight with Don Edward again, he was not at a disadvantage. His team equalized the score on the court. He was in a good mood and even wanted to deliberately show his excitement in front of his opponent, deliberately angering Don Edward.

As soon as Tang En walked back to the coach's seat, his face turned darker, even more gloomy than the sky that was drizzling.

"Damn it! Bastard! I knew... I knew something would happen! I was pressed and beaten by Chelsea for twenty-five minutes, and we couldn't come up with a solution at all!"

"Tony, there are about six minutes left before the end of the first half." Chris Lak reported the time.

"Well... remind the players to play at the original pace and not be affected by this goal loss." Tang En put it on the chair. He left such a thing to the assistant coach. Now he is in a bad mood, afraid that it will affect the players. "We... make adjustments during the break..."

Everyone else was attracted by the confrontation between the two coaches on the sidelines, but George Wood was still sitting on the wet ground, watching the Chelsea people cheering and celebrating.

In the confrontation with Drogba, he lost. The feeling... it felt like his heart suddenly became empty. The team's efforts were overwhelmed by his failure. He didn't show anything on the surface, but in fact he felt uncomfortable. He felt that he had not completed the task, and he must have disappointed his mother who was watching the game broadcast at home.

At this time, a man came over and reached out to him, a hand wearing the captain's armband.

"Get up, the game is not over yet."

Wood did not take the hand handed by Albertini, but chose to stand up by himself.

"George, you are depressed and lost. Do it when you really lose the game. Let's continue now." Albertini patted George Wood's thick and strong shoulders and walked towards the middle circle with him.
Chapter completed!