Chapter 138 Roy Keane (Part 1)

Wood, who was lying on the ground, stared blankly at the sky of Old Trafford, his mind fell into a blank space. He was not sure what had happened in the moment, but he could feel a warm warm current flowing out of his nose and onto his lips, salty.

I should continue the competition, right? What's going on?

The sky above my head was getting smaller and smaller, and there were many people appearing on the edge, all of whom were looking at themselves.

He could recognize several people, including Demi, and Roy Keane...

The scene was chaotic, and the sounds all turned into reverb when they reached his ears. He couldn't hear clearly what these people were saying.

While Wood was still lying on the ground and wondering what was going on, Keane was explaining to the referee that it was a pure accident - who could know that his powerful shot would be blocked by George Wood with his face?

There were many people around Wood. Don Eun off the court didn't know what was going on. He only saw George suddenly leaning back and falling down. Keane's shot was too fast and too close, and his eyes couldn't keep up at all. But soon he saw the referee looking down at the situation, he stood up and waved to the Forest team bench and signaled the team doctor to go up.

"What's going on?" He turned his head and looked at the big screen in the Old Trafford stands, where the scene just happened to be replayed.

Keane's powerful shot hit Wood's nose!

Tang En grinned, and even the audience, he couldn't help feeling pain.

"Kean's shot hit Wood's face. It seemed that Wood was very injured. He couldn't get up on the ground..." Before the commentator finished speaking, he saw George Wood staggeringly getting up from the ground...

Wood was finally able to hear clearly what the people around him were saying. The referee told him to the scene and he was stunned for a moment.

The end of the game? Red card? I was sent off? How is that possible! I haven't committed a foul yet... No, it wasn't me who committed a foul just now... it wasn't right. Who fouled just now?

He felt his brain was groggy and his thinking was not clear. So he shook his head hard.

The referee understood this action as "no", and he said to George Wood very seriously: "Young man, you must get out of the game right away!"

"Why?" Wood asked in confusion.

"You are injured and you must come out for treatment." Albertini next to him quickly explained.

"But I think... there is no problem." Wood didn't lie. Except for the fact that his head was a little heavy just now, everything was fine. And the dizziness was quickly fading.

Fleming, the Forest team doctor, finally rushed into the crowd. He pushed away the players who were watching the fun. He ran to Wood, and then exclaimed: "Oh my God!"

The referee next to him shook his head: "Even if your body is really strong enough to be at all, you need to go back to the locker room to change your jersey." He pointed to Wood's chest, "The rules do not allow players to continue playing in bloody jerseys."

After hearing what the referee said, Wood looked down at his chest. The yellow Forest team away jersey had been stained with blood.

What's going on?

He reached out to touch his mouth again, which was wet. He took his hand away and saw that his five fingers were dyed red - it was obvious. This was blood.

"Damn!" Looking at Wood's untrue head down at his chest, touching his lips, Fleming, who was shocked by the first sight, finally came back to his senses. He shook his head and cursed and sweared. "George! What's wrong with you? Did anyone splash ketchup on your face? Look at your appearance...why are you still standing there?" He stepped forward and grabbed Wood's arm. "Follow me!"

"I'm fine, I'm OK..." Wood struggled.

"Do you really think the red one is ketchup? It's blood!" Fleming raised his voice and taught the kid a lesson. At the same time, he sighed in his heart that this kid doesn't know what the pain feels? He was hit directly on his face by that ball. He didn't frown and screamed in pain.

When the referee repeated the rules to Wood again, he walked to the sidelines with the team doctor Fleming for hemostatic treatment.

Roy Keane stood outside the crowd and watched Wood leaning forward at Fleming's request. He originally planned to apologize and explain. But now it seems that the kid doesn't need it at all.

When Don En saw the replay of the big screen, he knew that the Forest team would definitely lose some time after waiting. So he took advantage of the chaos on the court and called Albertini to the side of the dojo when the game was not resumed. He asked the Italians to go back and remind the whole team to defend. In the absence of Wood, the team mainly focused on defense. Manchester United must not use this time to play against the Forest team alone.

Albertini nodded and ran back.

After explaining this important thing, Tang En had the heart to go to the other side of the court. Wood was there for Fleming's treatment. Hopefully it would be better if it wasn't a fracture of the nose bridge...

If Wood is injured and cannot play for the Forest team... Tang En really never thought of him as a substitute.

Gunnarson can do it, but in Don En's eyes, this person can no longer keep up with the pace of the Premier League. His level is in the current English Championship and in the previous English League One. But in the Premier League, in the Forest team, where the goal is not simply relegation, he can only be a substitute.

Wood was on the sidelines to stop bleeding, and Fleming first checked whether his nose bridge bone was broken, because that kind of impact could really lead to a broken nose bone, which was not simply stuffing two pieces of paper.

He touched it and found that it was normal, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up a piece of paper for Wood.

“Pull on.”

Wood obediently stuffed it and took it down again.

"I can't breathe." Wood said to Fleming in confusion.

"Breathe with your mouth..."

Wood shook his head, then raised his head high. He looked at the sky. He didn't answer, sucking his nose hard. Occasionally, his throat squinted, and something was swallowed.

Fleming didn't know what Wood was going to do, so the kid lowered his head again and said, "Okay."

"Okay? Stop?" Fleming was a little surprised. "What did you swallow just now?"

"Blood.  " Wood answered honestly.

Fleming grinned, "You've eaten all your nosebleed?"

Wood nodded.

"God... Emperor..." Fleming didn't know what his expression was now.

Wood ignored him and turned to the court, but was pulled by Fleming, who was quick-witted and quick-witted: "Where are you going? You can't go back now without the referee's permission. Have you forgotten? Go back to the locker room to change your clothes."

Wood looked down at the red blood on his jersey, which was indeed a bit not very good-looking.

So he ran across Manchester United's bench, entered the player's corridor, and went to the locker room to change his clothes.

Watching Wood disappear into the corridor, Fleming walked towards the Forest coach's seat. Done asked him: "How is the situation?"

Fleming curled his lips: "You know he has nothing to do with running, right?"

"Uh..." Tang En also felt that he had asked a not very smart question.

"How hell, what did he grow up with?" Fleming frowned and murmured to himself.

"What's wrong?"

"I used a ball of paper to plug his nostrils to stop bleeding, and he felt he could not breathe. Then he raised his head and drank all the blood in his nose..." Fleming said with a grin.

When Done heard Fleming say this, he laughed instead. “It’s good to get used to it, Gary.”

When Wood returned from the locker room, Don stopped him: "George, how do you feel?"

Wood didn't understand why he asked, "What does it feel?"

“The feeling of shooting.”

"I... can't say it." Wood shook his head.

"Well... take your time, don't worry. Also, don't forget to defend." Don Eun patted Wood on the shoulder, without saying anything more.

The fourth official came over, checked Wood's nose, and confirmed that there was no blood on his face, neck, and new jersey, so he was allowed to stand on the sidelines and wait for the referee's call.

The referee saw George Wood, who had already changed into a new jersey, waved to the Forests when he was running to the halftime, and Wood ran up.

Because George Wood went back to the locker room to change clothes, the Forests had about five minutes less than Manchester United.

This was a great opportunity for Manchester United to take the opportunity to open the deadlock in advance, because the Forest team is not a striker, but a very important defensive midfielder. But Don En's advance adjustment made Forest completely give up the offense within these five minutes - it was not a voluntary offer, but Manchester United attacked too hard, and even if they wanted to counterattack.

Compared with Giggs on the left, Manchester United's Cristiano Ronaldo on the right is much more active. Frank Ribery, who has performed stably and outstandingly in the first two months, was suppressed by the Portuguese and could not attack at all.

Fortunately, Albertini was experienced and quickly organized the Forest's midfield defense. Apart from the one time Pique failed to clear the ball and let Rooney miss the shot without being guarded, there was no thrilling shot.

So when Wood stepped back onto the court, the score on the big screen scoreboard did not change, and it was still 0:0.

Nottingham Forest is far more tenacious than Manchester United thinks.
Chapter completed!